"One strawberry ice cream, please." In the park, two children were playing on the beach not far away. Looking at the price of ice cream on the stall, Qingyou felt a little pain. ——Tsk, my little treasury "How about I pay for it, Master? I'll give you a grassy flavor." Gui Yan Mana suddenly walked behind him and took out a purse from her expensive bag. "No need for you to spend money, I'll do it." Qingyou took out the banknotes and handed them to the vendor, and replied politely but with a sense of distance. "Why are you being so polite? How can you say that your little Chun'an helped my niece?" Guiyan Mana took a few steps forward, her soft and huge breasts pressed against the boy's back, her red lips almost touching his cheek, "So, it's only right that I thank you." Um~
This nice grass scent is really fascinating. "Then you should thank Chun'an, not me." Qingyou moved to the left, putting some distance between himself and Guiyan Mana. "Also, men and women shouldn't touch each other, don't get so close." "Sorry, I didn't notice it just now" Guiyan Mana apologized with a normal expression, and there was nothing unusual about it. In response, Qingyou frowned but didn't say anything in the end. The woman still smiled, her charm was moving and her scent was as fragrant as orchid. ... "Your strawberry ice cream is ready." "Thank you." Holding the ice cream handed over by the stall owner, Qingyou turned around and called out to the little guy who was still playing on the beach, "Chun'an, come and have some ice cream." Hearing about something delicious, the little guy came running over with his eyes sparkling. The little fat hand took it, licked it, and narrowed his eyes into crescent shapes. "Brother, it's delicious." "If it's delicious, eat it. I'll buy you more later." Qingyou rubbed his little head gently, "It's getting late, it's time to go home, Chun'an." "Yeah." The little guy nodded obediently, then waved to his friend, "Then I'm leaving. See you tomorrow, Lian Fu." "Yeah, see you tomorrow." The little girl was eating the ice cream she had gotten, looking very happy. ...
"Auntie, the ice cream is so sweet." "Ah." Gui Yan Mana seemed a little absent-minded when her niece spoke to her. Looking at the boy's thin back getting farther and farther away, she narrowed her eyes. He has a first-rate appearance and a cold personality. Except for his younger brother, he always looks indifferent to everyone. Even when talking to her, he had a blank expression on his face and acted as if he didn't see anything. He even seemed to want to stay away from her. Gee, interesting.
Chapter 27: Women Are Like Wolves at Thirty "Yes, there was just some dispute, nothing happened." "Well, yes, I have sent Chun'an home." "I'll cook the meal. It's okay. It's what I should do." "Okay, got it." After hanging up the phone, looking at little Chun'an sleeping peacefully in his arms, Qingyou scratched his little nose lovingly. "What a sleepy little fellow." He shook his head in silence, walked lightly into the bedroom, put Xiao Chunan on the bed, and gently covered him with a quilt. "Well, it's time to cook, otherwise the little guy will wake up and cry for food again." Muttering to himself, he walked out of the bedroom. I opened the refrigerator and was about to plan what nutritious meal to make when a woman's anxious call came from the entrance. "Chun'an!!!" Looking outside, a mature and beautiful woman trotted in, her pretty fair face full of worry and anxiety. Qingyou's eyelids twitched, and he immediately stepped forward to stop her anxious shouting, "Be quiet, Auntie Zhenyi, Chun'an has fallen asleep." "Tada-kun." Looking at the young man in front of her, the woman seemed to have found her backbone. Although she was still full of worry, it was not as obvious as before. "Chun'an he..." "He's already asleep." Qingyou took over the conversation and gave her a reassuring look. "It was just some minor fights in the kindergarten. It's nothing serious. It's resolved now." "Is that so..."
Hearing this, the woman was obviously relieved, "Thank you so much for today, Tada-kun." "It's all my duty. Aunt Mayi, you don't have to be so polite." Noticing that her condition was gradually stabilizing, Qingyou responded with a faint smile. Mai Kimura, the mother of little Jun'an and the daughter of Grandpa Hiroo, works as a senior executive in a listed company. She divorced her husband a few years ago and lived alone with little Chun'an. Of course, she has taken care of little Chun'an by herself until now. He has always admired such a gentle, considerate and strong mother. "Go rest on the sofa for a while, Aunt Mayi. You must be tired after traveling all the way here." "As long as Chun'an is okay, it doesn't matter whether I'm tired or not." Mai Kimura shook her head, then held the boy's hand with guilt in her eyes. "Thank you for making Tada-kun work hard today." "I just run more." Qingyou replied politely, "It didn't take much effort." "After all, he is a young man, full of energy." Smiling sweetly, she stroked her palm gently, "But I should still thank Tada-kun." "Um..." ——I understand the truth, but can you please stop holding my hand and touching it? Holding back the goosebumps that were about to appear in his heart, Qingyou complained silently. I raised my eyelids and saw that the other person had a gentle expression as usual, and his eyes were also soft, and there was nothing unusual to see. Perhaps Aunt Mai herself didn't notice it. He said silently in his heart "By the way, Auntie Mai, would you like to go to the bedroom to check on Chun'an? I should also take care of my own business." After changing the wording, Qingyou tactfully indicated that the other party should let go. "Chun'an is sleeping so soundly, I'd better not disturb him. It would be bad if I accidentally wake him up." Mai Kimura looked gentle. But his hand still held on to it, and not only that, it continued to caress it. The corners of Qingyou's mouth twitched slightly. This feeling of being taken advantage of was getting stronger and stronger. "that...." I was just about to ask her to let go of her hand, but Kimura Mai spoke first. "Tada-kun, have you lost weight recently?"
I could only hear her tone full of concern. "Have it?" Qingyou was stunned and a little confused. "Come, let auntie take a good look." Mai Kimura did not answer, but stretched out her other hand to touch Tada Kiyohisa's face. But this time, the boy dodged it. Her delicate hands paused in mid-air, and her gentle smile froze for a moment. Qingyou lowered his eyes and said calmly, "It's getting late, and I should go make lunch. Sister Mai, go watch some TV and take a rest." "That's it." She withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, and Kimura Mai's face was as gentle as before. The boy did not notice the abnormality just now. "Then thank you, Tada-kun." "It should." Feeling the touch in his palm disappear, Qingyou silently breathed a sigh of relief. ... [Auntie, you are a bit of a naive person. I touched you for such a long time and you didn’t react?] "A little bit." Walking into the kitchen and thinking about the other person's daily behavior, it does seem to be true. [It is possible that he simply regards you as a junior, a little brother who needs care, so it is hard to say whether your somewhat intimate behavior is normal in his eyes.] "Well, this statement does make some sense." Nodding, he agreed with the system's well-reasoned analysis. As for any ill intentions towards me? How is that possible? She is a mature woman with children. How could she be interested in a teenager like him? ***** ***** After cooking, Qingyou brought the food to the dining table. Little Chunan, who was sitting on a chair, rubbed his eyes, with a drowsy expression as if he had just woken up. "Eat quickly. Today, I made you my favorite stewed pork ribs with snow pear." The plate was pushed in front of him. It was a nutritious children's meal specially for the little one. "Yeah, thank you, brother." Little Chun'an responded softly, his big watery eyes twinkling, so cute.
Qingyou smiled indulgently. "Don't always worry about Chun'an. Tada-kun should also eat more. You've been busy all day." Picking up the dishes and putting them into the boy's bowl, Kimura Mai gave him gentle and caring instructions. "Um...." The various dishes on the white rice increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the house-building game we played when we were children, stacking up one after another. Qingyou felt a little embarrassed. Wasn't the frequency of picking up food a bit too frequent?
