My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Gong Ming stretched out his hand full of annoyance, pinched the girl under his armpit like holding a briefcase, and walked towards home with his veins all over his head.

"If I don't beat your ass today, I won't be named Nicholas!"

……

"Ni, I'm hungry, when can I have dinner?"

Within [-] minutes, Cecilia returned home and sat on the sofa with her two calves watching TV, while complaining to a certain red-haired man in the kitchen.

Although he made a rather strong vow, Gong Ming finally let go of the white-haired young girl's little butt after returning home, threw her on the sofa and walked into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

And Cecilia seemed to have expected this ending from the beginning, and started to turn on the TV with a smile.While eating the snacks on the table, he urged towards the kitchen.

I don't know how many times this kind of plot has happened in this room, but every time when Gong Ming pressed the young girl on his lap and was about to fulfill his promise, he would always retreat in front of her teary eyes looking at him. under his eyes.

It doesn't make sense to reason with a child, forget it, let her make a fuss first, and talk about it when she is older.

Whenever this happens, Gong Ming can only advise himself like this, telling himself that the child is still young.

Cecilia is sensible, she actually knows what she's doing, she's just being naughty.

No one is more convinced of this than Gong Ming.There is a part of his knowledge and spirit in the blood that he passed down from the beginning.Most of the Shaniats in the past can speak at four to six months, use language at nine to [-] months in college, express their thoughts clearly at the age of two or three, and have quite mature senses.

However, the Shaniat family is not known for its intellectual geniuses, because that bloodline is accompanied by too many things that are more like curses than blessings, spreading from generation to generation.

Forget it.

Gong Ming chopped the vegetables on the chopping board and sighed inwardly.

When you are young, let your child be happy.

As long as she still bears that thing, she will suffer a lot in the future.

He thought of the bloodline he had passed down with almost overflowing disgust, even using the word "that thing".

People have always only known that the relationship between [Nicholas] and the Shaniat family as the source is actually not good, but even Otto only attributed this to the misunderstanding back then. No one has ever thought about Nicholas. How do I feel about these descendants of him?

He has never been dissatisfied with their existence, after all, he actually likes children that much.To have such a bloodline circulating is actually quite a joyful thing for him.

But maybe because he hated his own powerlessness, he could only watch those children set foot on that cruel battlefield again and again, where they were injured, bled and even sacrificed.The continuation of this script from generation to generation is extremely cold.

But what reason did he have to stop them?If they weren't his blood, maybe Gong Ming himself would look for them and guide them to this battlefield, right?After all, they do have such talents, and human beings really need such fighters.If they hadn't paid and sacrificed so generation after generation, probably Gong Ming himself would have been the one who forced them to go to the battlefield, right?

He is not a real god, nor can he save people who are persecuted by Honkai all over the world. Suffering always happens out of his sight.He really needs their strength, so he can only watch them sacrifice.

If he can be stronger, if he can save more people, if he can persist...

He used to regard the self-discipline that a hero should have, but now even he has felt the pressure brought by this burden, and he has begun to feel restless and restless.

Since then, Gong Ming has become more and more disgusted with being close to other girls, forming bonds, and "leaving blood", as if everything is his fault.

So... more and more...alone.

He never felt that his wanderings were a loneliness because he was strong enough to overcome it.So he's just alone, that's all.

"Ni, aren't you alright? I'm starving to death."

Suddenly, the girl's voice reached his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

"It's ready, come and eat."

He put down the spatula in his hand, put the last dish on the plate, and shouted to the girl on the sofa outside.

"Come here~"

The white-haired young girl ran over bouncingly, and when she got close to Gong Ming, she had the sunniest and brightest smile like an angel.

Just as Gong Ming was convinced, this white-haired girl was indeed far sharper and smarter than children of this age, and even some adults.

She couldn't understand what this person she was with day and night was suffering, nor did she understand the burden he had borne.She is just convinced of one thing, [she exists by his side] is valuable, so she wants to attract his attention even more.

If she could attract his attention more, wouldn't he have no time to worry about those things?

The girl thinks so naively and does so naively.

She never felt that what she did was a kind of tenderness, just because she was his daughter, so she should do it, that's all.

Gong Ming served the girl with a bowl, and the girl sat on a chair and fiddled with her legs waiting for dinner.

The setting sun shines through the window, shining in this small kitchen, every light is extraordinarily soft, as if afraid of disturbing this happiness.

Opposite the kitchen is the living room. The pure white walls are covered with group photos of the father and daughter asked by passers-by when they went out to play.

In every photo, they are hugging each other.Just like embracing each other, embracing what belongs to them...

The whole world.

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"Ding ding ding."

While the two were eating, the house's electric bell rang suddenly.

"Go open the door."

Gong Ming raised his hand to pick up a piece of braised pork, and said.

"Go by yourself."