Raising Diary of the Lolita Warrior

Emile stammered and said, a little bit embarrassed.

Remember what my mother said.

Girls cannot live with boys.

"I only have this kind of house. Giving you a room is already the biggest concession. This house costs two-thirds of my income. If you rent another one, you won't be able to eat fried rice with eggs in the future." Luo patted the wall expressionlessly.

What a ruler who doesn't eat meat.

I don't make money myself, and I don't understand the bitterness of the low income and high rent of the bottom workers.

The little girl shook her head in panic.

She didn't want Charlotte to live outside, and she didn't have fried rice with eggs, which was terrible.

After all, she is a little girl who has never seen the world. Maybe this is her first time traveling far away. Seeing Emile's nervous appearance, Charlotte didn't care about it, and went to the refrigerator to get an orange for her.

She is still a child.

Unlike myself, since birth, I have experienced the beatings of reality all the time.

"When did you cross over here?" Charlotte asked.

"this afternoon."

The little girl looked at the orange curiously for a while. She didn't know what kind of fruit it was, but she thought it was delicious. She took a tentative bite, but was astringent by the orange peel.

so bitter.

The little girl sniffed, with a frustrated face, and winked pitifully at Charlotte.

Charlotte had to peel off the skin for her and throw it back to her.

"Thank you."

Momentarily cloudy and sunny.

The little girl ate happily.

So sweet.

Seeing the little girl eating oranges, Charlotte rubbed the center of her brows with a headache, and threw the orange peel into the trash can.

This is picking up a daughter.

"I'll take you to buy clothes tomorrow, and get acquainted with the world by the way."

Chapter 8 A Cat

It was getting late and time was limited. Charlotte could only briefly teach the little girl how to use the toilet and sink, switch on and off the lights in the house, and then returned to her room.

The auxiliary bedroom is a little smaller than the master bedroom, but it lacks a balcony and a closet, and the occupancy is not bad.

Close the door.

Charlotte casually touched the log bookcase at the door.

Two days ago, he was going to completely convert this place into a study room, and move the big bed away, but now it is unnecessary.

Clothes and so on will be moved next door tomorrow.

Need to buy a socket...

Looking around her new bedroom and making a simple plan, Charlotte sighed, picked up the book she hadn't finished reading from the bookshelf, stood by the bed and leaned back, and fell heavily on the big bed. On the bed, surrounded by soft mattresses.

A little tired.

Starting today, he will start raising a little ancestor. In this modern society, raising children is a bottomless pit.

Taking her to buy clothes tomorrow will probably cost several hundred to one thousand.

The standard of the old godmother's bibimbap should also be changed every day. If the food is not served well, the little girl will definitely quit, and she might turn against him and kill him.

If you waste a day going shopping, you won't be able to paint.

School starts on Monday...

Breaking away from the magical colors of the brave and the devil, and peeling off that layer of empty and glorious body, he is actually an ordinary person who will be injured, afraid of death, sick, and worry about money.

The devil is in such a mess, I really am a waste.

Charlotte slapped her face.

But even if he was lying on the bed worrying, the money would not go into his pocket by itself.

After lying down for a while, Charlotte still cheered up, took out the phone from her pocket, clicked on Penguin, swipe from the contact list, and privately chatted with the head of a big white cat.

Usually he goes to set up a stall on the bridge and has a regular partner.

Now that I have something to do, I probably want to coo, so I have to inform her in advance, so as not to affect other people's schedule.

No matter how difficult it is.

Life still has to go on.

Claude: Are you there? I have something to do tomorrow and I can't go. You can find someone else.

A cat: Win the lottery?

A white bubble popped out quickly.

Charlotte curled her lips.

Do I only get out of the stall if I win the lottery?

look down on who.

Even if he won the lottery, he still couldn't bear to part with the 500 yuan per day, so he should go to the stall or go to the stall.

Don't ask, asking is poor.

The person he was chatting with was his deskmate, a special student who was preparing to take the art exam in the third year of high school. She was a rich, stupid woman with sharp words.

Charlotte sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and typed slowly.

Klauent: A relative has come to the house, and tomorrow I will find time to entertain him.

A cat: I thought you were an orphan.

Clouant: I'm temporarily an orphan.But you hurt my self-esteem by speaking out. If you want to invite me to lunch at the beginning of school, you must have meat, otherwise our friends will be over.

After a brief silence.

New bubbles popped out.

A cat: As expected of you, you have no idea what a face is.

Claude: Indeed.

There was no movement for a few minutes, and after a while, a cat said "I'm going to take a bath", and its head turned gray.

Charlotte successfully chatted the sky to death.

Anyway, the notice has already been given, and it won't matter if you goo one day tomorrow.

Read a book.

After turning off the mobile phone and charging it, Charlotte turned on the small desk lamp, then took out a notepad and pen from under the pillow, and leaned against the bedside to quickly copy.

The moon hangs in the sky, and the night is as cool as water.

Just like every day when he was still in the Demon Realm.

……

The next day, Charlotte got up at six o'clock as usual, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a strange ceiling in front of her.

Woke up a little bit.

Only then did he regretfully confirm that living with Emile was not a dream.

Tsk, what a pity.

After changing clothes, I came out of the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Emile was actually a rare child who didn't stay up in bed, and woke up earlier than him.

The smooth white armor is still light and cute. The little girl is standing beside the refrigerator with her head up, staring curiously at the rubber in the gap, and poking her hand after a while to study this huge white machine.

Dumb and cute.

In the eyes of the little girl, probably everything in this world is magical——

Especially the refrigerator.

Because I brought her Coke and oranges yesterday, all from this refrigerator, refrigerator and food, it is easy to form related associations.

This is also a kind of conditioned reflex. The classic experiment is the bell and the dog.

Looking at the little girl.

Charlotte always feels like she has a cat that just arrived in a new home.

The same is true for kittens. When they come to a new place, they must first explore their own territory.

"Wake up."

Charlotte walked to the toilet to get a toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste, and said hello casually.

The little girl nodded slightly when she saw him, her beautiful eyes were still looking at the refrigerator which was much taller than herself, "Devil King, what is this thing, it looks so powerful."

Very high.

Much taller than her.

"The refrigerator, which is used to preserve food, is similar to freezing." Charlotte said with her toothbrush in her mouth.

"Then how do you open it?"

The little girl held her fist and jumped up and down expectantly.

"Pull the door and it will open. There is a handle on the side...but let's make it clear first that you are not allowed to open the refrigerator secretly without my permission."

Charlotte brushed her teeth, thought about it, and warned before it happened.