Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

Where Did the Bastard Go? (2)

The sun was sinking from the west, but it was a pity that the remaining heat was still scorching the earth. It was still somewhat fine back in the classroom, but cycling on the street felt really hot.

Jiang Xiaoman was complaining in distress. She stopped a little, lifted her large school shirt’s hem and tied them to a knot.

The school uniform shirt that was originally loose enough to fit two of her instantly turned tight and short, showing her small waist.

It showed off a budding lady’s slender figure, immature but full of youthful vigor.

There were no traces of fat on her waist, and it looked very smooth and beautiful. Her skin that hadn’t seen the sun the whole year was fair and blinding. It must feel… very good to touch… right?

Wait, wait, wait, what was he thinking?

What was he thinking about!?

Yu Qingshi shook his head and followed behind her on his bicycle.

It’s just that he couldn’t tear his gaze away from that dazzling whiteness.

Obviously… obviously it’s normal, it’s normal, it’s normal…

Of course not!

He was not the only one watching. People on the left and right must also have been watching!

Who wouldn’t love such a youthful body?

Yu Qingshi sped up immediately, riding parallel to Jiang Xiaoman. He lowered his voice and said, “Pull down your clothes.”

“It’s hot, I don’t want to.”

“Pull it down.”

“We’ll be home soon.” Jiang Xiaoman glared at him, “Why should I pull it down? I just pulled it up a little to cool off a bit.”

Yu Qingshi insisted on asking her to pull it down, but Jiang Xiaoman insisted on not doing it.

Yu Qingshi couldn’t find a reason to persuade her, so he reluctantly bit the bullet and said, “This… this is not a good influence.”

“…?” Jiang Xiaoman said angrily, “What did you say?”

Yu Qingshi said in a low voice, “It’s not good a good influence for you to do this…”

Jiang Xiaoman became even angrier and snapped at him, “I didn’t expect you to be more old-fashioned than Grandma. You are unscientific, irrational, and feudal!”

Yu Qingshi was scolded. Not only did he fail to make her pull her clothes down, but he also got scolded for being old-fashioned, and he was very unhappy. At exactly this time, they finally reached the villa area, and the two of them tacitly entered their respective homes.

They didn’t enter the garage together, this was a tacit understanding they developed over the years whenever they quarreled.

But soon, Yu Qingshi regretted it. He felt that he shouldn’t say that about Jiang Xiaoman. It was not Jiang Xiaoman who did something out of the ordinary, it was his thinking that had become dangerous.

He reflected on himself. Afterwards, Yu Qingshi began to hesitate on whether he should apologize to Jiang Xiaoman.

However, it didn’t take long for him to hesitate, and he decided to apologize.

But… but there was no way he could talk about this kind of thing.

Then as a man, he should just act more and talk less.

Yu Qingshi asked his maid to make double skin milk¹ and waited to send it to Jiang Xiaoman.

The fastest way to Jiang Xiaoman’s heart was through her stomach.

The double skin milk was frozen in the refrigerator, and Yu Qingshi specially added raisins and nuts, all kinds of delicious things.

She would definitely like it very much. But what should he say?

Yu Qingshi struggled for a long time and couldn’t think of a perfect explanation. This struggle continued until night came and the sky was completely dark.

Around ten o’clock.

Yu Qingshi took his cellphone. He hesitated and hesitated, and wanted to send Xiaoman a message to ask her to come and pick it up herself, but he didn’t think that would be good.

If she came by herself, she might pick up the double skin milk and leave without even looking at him.

Then… Then he could only send it over himself.

Ask her to come out and open the door?

No need. There were no such surprises.

Yu Qingshi struggled while persuading himself the whole way, and finally entered the Jiang family house.

But he was struggling so long that he forgot to say hello, and since he also wasn’t making any sound, he attracted Jiang Xiumei’s attention.

Jiang Xiumei rushed out with a broom, looked at the yard warily with her pair of eyes, and called Jiang Xiaoman loudly, “Xiaoman, Xiaoman, come here! I saw a thief in the yard!”

Jiang Xiaoman also ran out. She was washing her hair just now and hadn’t dried it yet, only wrapping a towel around it. “Where?”

“It looked like a young man. I saw it just now. Wandering around here, who knows what they want to do! So many pests lurking around these days! How dare they come here to steal chickens!”

Jiang Xiaoman started looking for the thief, but no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find anything and there were no items missing. Jiang Xiumei touched her head, thinking she had made a mistake, and grumbled back to the bedroom.

…Of course they couldn’t find anything. When Jiang Xiumei made a move, Yu Qingshi was alerted and ran away immediately.

He ran through the dog hole. Grandma Jiang… so scary.

He didn’t have the keys to the Jiang house and couldn’t enter the living room, but he still thought of a way to deliver the double skin milk to Jiang Xiaoman.

Yu Qingshi took out his cellphone, wrote a message and sent it out. The light from the cellphone shone on his handsome face and created a reflection.

Jiang Xiaoman who had just returned to the house and planned to take a bath, heard the phone jingle and picked it up to take a look.

“Go to the balcony.”

The message was sent by Yu Qingshi.

Jiang Xiaoman tilted her head. Although she didn’t know what he wanted, she obediently followed suit.

Opening the curtains, Jiang Xiaoman saw a bowl of double skin milk on the balcony.

The bowl felt cold to the touch, so it was probably taken out of the refrigerator not long ago.

Jiang Xiaoman was taken aback and suddenly realized, it turned out that the one just now was not a thief.

It was Lei Feng².

Footnote:

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_skin_milk

2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lei_Feng , a model soldier used in propagandas. Basically, it wasn’t a thief who came, but a hero.