one of the noble ladies

Chapter 1284 What does my wife want to eat (1)
His steps still maintain the original rhythm, neither fast nor slow, it is not too early, he walks back slowly, it feels good to take a walk outside at night in a foreign land, he likes to be alone, he likes to be quiet, because he is used to it so!
He once thought about starting a family with her, with a few children messing around in the house, and she was busy with the children every day. He had been looking forward to that kind of life since he was a child, but now this dream is no longer a reality. Maybe, it's better to sober up!
Suddenly, a child ran up from the front in a hurry. He looked about five or six years old. The street was not very bright. He kept his head down and couldn’t see clearly. When the boy ran over, he bumped into him. The boy yelled: "Sorry!" Then he ran forward again.

Qiao Donghan grabbed the boy by the back of the collar, "Boy, this little trick is long outdated!"

The boy hurriedly handed over his wallet, his small hands were thin and dark, he raised his dirty face and begged for mercy: "Sir, please forgive me!"

Qiao Donghan froze when he saw the boy's face, and then said, "Boy, be my son!"

The boy was also stunned, he didn't understand what this gentleman said, he stole this gentleman's money, and then they wanted him to be his son, they must want to take him back and torture him slowly, he won't encounter a pervert, right? !Thinking of this, his heart trembled.But he had to get away first. Thinking of this, he nodded, agreeing.

Qiao Donghan let go of his hand, he was about to run, but he bumped into a wall-like person before he ran a few steps, he rubbed his sore nose, looked up, his neck was sore, it was so high, it was almost It's just a giant, and looking around, there are all such tall men, he kind of understands that this may be what people call a bodyguard!
Looking back at the gentleman, he stood there with his hands in his pockets, his eyes seemed to be smiling, but his voice was indeed smiling, "Are you still running?"

He quickly shook his head, and knelt down with a plop, "Sir, I was really wrong, please forgive me!" He didn't like to kneel to others, but sometimes he couldn't help it when he was caught, and this was also a way to avoid being beaten.

Qiao Donghan frowned, strode over, picked him up, and said coldly: "Boy, remember, my son is not allowed to kneel down to anyone!" He said in a trance: "Except...one person!"

How can anyone force others to be their sons?But there was no other way at the moment, so he had no choice but to agree. He probably couldn't run away, so he whispered, "Don't hit me!"

Qiao Donghan came back to his senses and looked at him, "When did I say I wanted to hit you? I really want to hit you and why are you talking so much? You idiot!" After saying that, he threw him away and said to himself: " I don't want to pick a fool back!"

"Hey, I'm not a fool!" the boy yelled.

Qiao Donghan looked at him and smiled, "Well, this is just like my son!" He patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Boy, you must be strong enough to be my son!"

His strength was really strong, the boy had tears in his eyes, and was in pain from being slapped. The tears didn't fall after all, they just swirled in his eyes, and finally he suppressed them violently.

Qiao Donghan made a gesture, and the car slowly drove over. Someone opened the door for Qiao Donghan. He got in the car and said, "Boy, get in the car!"

The boy looked at himself, he knew it was dirty, and he was afraid it would stain his car.

"Come up!" Qiao Donghan ordered.

The boy was startled and got into the car. Seeing that he didn't look disgusted, his heart was relieved, and he was a little sour. He was used to seeing people's contemptuous gazes. Suddenly, someone was nice to him and didn't think he was dirty. He even thought, Even if you leave with this person, the beating is worth it!
Children like them seem to be more happy to be respected than to suffer.

Qiao Donghan knew this kind of children. He had seen children stealing other people's things on the street, but he didn't expect to steal from himself this time. He suddenly asked, "Do you still have a leader?"

The boy froze for a moment, he was stiff and didn't know whether he should say it or not.

Qiao Donghan's eyes became a little cruel, "You will be my son from now on, remember, don't try to lie to me!"

The boy nodded quickly.

"Will there be trouble over there if you leave with me like this?" he asked.

The boy shook his head and said: "We will give him all the money we stole, and then he will protect us. When I stole you just now, someone followed me not far away. But when he saw your bodyguards, that person ran away!"

"And then?" Qiao Donghan asked.

The boy lowered his eyes, "They are afraid of causing trouble, so they won't come to me again, just treat me as dead, and they won't care about me in the future!"

There are precedents, if they steal someone with identity, they will be afraid of being implicated, even if the child who stole the thing is not killed, they will not let that child follow them again.

Qiao Donghan nodded and said: "That's good!" To save him from sending someone to deal with the trouble, he asked again: "Where are your parents? How can they do this?"

"They were all dead, and no one from my relatives wanted to take care of me. They pushed me around, and then I ran out and wandered around..." the boy said, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

"What's the name?" he asked again.

"Dog!" said the boy.

He frowned, "Tell the truth!"

The boy was a little anxious, "It's the truth. As far back as I can remember, everyone called me Gouzi. Children in rural areas are given cheap names, so they can make a living!"

"Don't you know the name yourself?" Qiao Donghan shot his sharp eyes over.

The boy shook his head, "My lord didn't call out, and I don't know!"

"How old?"

"Seven!" said the boy.

seven years old?He looked at the boy, thin and small, how could he look like a seven-year-old child?It is obviously malnourished. It should be normal for people who do this to not eat enough all day long.

Qiao Donghan didn't speak. It was the first time for a boy to ride a car. It was very fresh. He looked around and looked out the window. He was just a child, interested in everything.

Qiao Donghan had a thoughtful expression, and suddenly said after a long time: "If you like it, I will buy you one when I grow up!"

The boy was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands. Qiao Donghan smiled, "It's petty, it's not much money!"

The boy knew that he really met a rich man today, and his life might be different from now on.

(End of this chapter)