Please make money.

"What's wrong with him?" Ai Ruhu widened his eyes. Is this guy crazy?

"Well, maybe he was misunderstood by Xiaoya last time and is afraid of being beaten?"

"……waste!!"

"..."

049-Good people and naughty children

When Young Master Jing knocked on Alia's door, Alia was still eating breakfast.

"Whose funeral are you going to attend, early in the morning, looking like this?"

Alia opened the door with a brown sugar bun in her mouth and was surprised. She didn't expect that her stupid and stinky brother would be so decadent.

What does he look like? Like the male protagonist in the book who is bullied, and is bullied right in front of you...

"You—give it back to me!"

"what?"

"My treasures!"

"Baby?" Alia suddenly realized, then took out her cell phone: "Hey."

“What…what?!!”

Young Master Jing looked at the photos on his phone and his heart and lungs suddenly stopped. His face turned pale for a moment, then suddenly red, and finally almost black.

The photo shows a little boy holding his two big babies, one on the left and one on the right, and laughing heartily.

Can this be shown to the victim?

Young Master Jing was about to collapse without catching his breath, and he fell backwards, apparently having lost all his strength.

Alia rolled her eyes and hooked her legs around his neck to prevent him from falling to the ground. She waited until he lay down before breaking off a piece of brown sugar bun and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Don't bother with me because of this little thing. Do you know how much my three-bedroom, two-living-room house is worth? If you really give in, you have to at least reduce the price of my house by 30%. I'm counting on selling this house for a good price in the future, and then building a small manor in the countryside to live in in my old age..."

Young Master Jing swallowed the brown sugar bun with difficulty, and was fed half a bottle of soy milk. He almost came to his senses and took a breath of hot air.

He was not only anxious, but also angry and hungry, plus he hadn't slept all night - with his bean sprout-like body, who could outlast him?

"not dead?"

"……not yet."

"Get up now - come in, there's food on the table, help yourself, or you can fight with my cat for food, it eats canned food."

Alia turned around and went back into the house without closing the door. She turned around and asked curiously, "Why don't you answer the call on your phone?"

"I have no money, can you... help me pay for the fare first?"

"?"

……

……

"Really? I shouldn't have opened the door. If I hadn't opened the door, I wouldn't have encountered this problem, and I wouldn't have to pay him. Master, why did you give him a ride?"

Ailia found the kind master at the gate of the community. Maybe he was idle, or maybe he was kind-hearted, but he was waiting there with his phone in his hand.

Why do I say "actually"? Because the sharp-eyed Alia saw that the three-digit number on the dial page was already dialed, and it was just a matter of pressing it.

The two met and compared Mr. Jing's bean sprout-like height and crying appearance. Only then did the master let down his guard and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is he a member of your family?"

"my brother."

"Dear?"

"Dear."

"Oh, is everything alright with the family matters now?"

"No, what happened at home?" Alia was stunned: "What did he tell you?"

"He said if he came too late, all his family would be gone—"

"If he came late, at most his toys would be gone. His toys were thrown away by his family, and then I picked them up."

"……That's it?"

"That's it."

"Isn't that slang?"

"Of course not—plastic figurines, the kind that kids love to play with, costing a dozen bucks, and can be found in stationery stores on every street corner."

Ailia now spoke in the tone of a relative's naughty child's mother, and she almost pointed at the display cabinet and said, "If it's broken, it's broken. It's only worth a few dozen dollars, and she's not unwilling to pay for it."

Tsk, no, I have to tell him this line of speech when I get back, and I guarantee his low blood pressure will be cured instantly.

"Hey!" The master slapped his thigh and said, "You scared me. I thought it was something serious. It's best if nothing happens. It's good enough..."

The master was kind-hearted. After chatting for a while, he said, "Sister, you can take good care of him. I think that boy's mental state is..."

The kind-hearted master pointed to his head and didn't say the rest of the sentence.

But think about it, people who ride in pirated cars these days are not worthy of sympathy, but those who ride in pirated cars and cry anxiously on the car are worthy of empathy.

At least two pages of the household registration book are missing from the family to make it so sad, right?

As a result, Young Master Jing didn't have any money on him at all, and his master told him not to worry, to go and do his work first, and then give the money after finding his family.

It doesn't matter if you really don't give it to me. After all, who doesn't have troubles these days? Seeing how the young man was crying, I'm afraid it's a big problem at home.

The underworld has always been about helping people in emergencies but not helping the poor, not to mention that Young Master Jing had already emptied his pockets and threw his broken cell phone and other small items on the car as collateral.

If Young Master Jing cried any longer, the master might have to take out a few dollars from his pocket to give him some food to eat. Look how hungry this child is.

I didn’t expect that the toy was thrown away…

"He has been an orphan since he was a child, so those toys are his spiritual sustenance. As a person, you have to have some hobbies, right?"

"That's right - eh? Isn't he a member of your family?"

The master, who was about to hand Alia the pile of odds and ends that he had thrown down as collateral, was stunned.

"Yes, I have no parents either, what a coincidence!"

"Ah... well, my condolences, my condolences..."

The master quickly gave her the things, and the conversation ended there.

He even had an epiphany that "no wonder your brother has problems". If he were still healthy and had a sister like you, then the world must be distorted.

"Go slowly, Master! Come here often - be careful on the road!"

After seeing the kind-hearted man off, Alia seemed to remember something when she turned back. She went into a convenience store and bought a box of chocolates before staggering back home.

How could this brat drop his phone?

The screen of the phone in her hand was already broken, pity the tempered glass screen protector she just bought yesterday.

She despised people who smashed things when they got angry the most - why don't you just smash someone! Go after the culprit!

After strolling back home, Alia looked at the room that was not closed. "Is he dead? If he's not dead, just make a sound. I'm telling you, the car fare and breakfast are all charged. You can pay them back when you get your salary. Nine out of ten, I'll give back thirteen. I... eh?"

What about people?

Alia looked around the living room in confusion, wondering if this guy had lost his mind and was just barging into a beautiful girl's room.

But there was nothing in the room, and the bed had not been touched - it seemed that Young Master Jing did not suspect that he had hidden his toys under the bed.

It's so funny. I gave all my life to the kid upstairs, how could he possibly find it?

But it’s strange, where can this person run to?

Aaliyah turned and walked out, then she remembered something and slapped her head.

Could it be...

She moved her ears and vaguely heard the sound of an argument, so she quickly ran up the stairs.

Sure enough, Mr. Jing was confronting a little boy, who was holding a PG Gangdamu in his hand.

"If you come over here again I'll smash it!"

"Put it down! Put the hostage down first! Everything will be fine!"

"...?"

050-A naughty kid with a unique style

The second young master Jing was almost crying. Looking at his vitals held in the other party's hand, he wished that it was he who was being strangled.

Lost and found again, lost again, what kind of hell is this?

On the contrary, the little boy's eyes lit up when he saw Alia: "Sister Alia!"

"So who can tell me what happened?" Alia spread her hands and said, "I'll go out and give you some money."

"Sister Ai, he's a liar—he's trying to steal my things!"

"That'smine!!"

"Liar! This is what Sister Ai gave me last night!"

"You——" Young Master Jing pointed at the little boy with a trembling finger, then turned around and pointed at Alia: "You!!"

"...I think I understand. Let's go back to the room first. Xiaojie, have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, but mom left some for breakfast, I'll go get it..."

……

……

"So you didn't use a carving knife to deepen it at all, you just applied the lining liquid directly, and then wiped it with X20, right?"

"I will wait a while, and then wipe it when it is almost dry..."

"No! You scratched it because you were too impatient! And why did you get so much X20 on you?"

"Yes, but later I realized I should have used less, just a little on the bottle cap."

"Use a dropper! Precise control! And your line drawing is not good, it's really not good--"

The little boy stood beside the coffee table, using chopsticks as a pointer, pointing at the big piece of wood that he had repaired.

Young Master Jing knelt on the cushion, listening carefully to the master's teachings.

Alia?

Alia was eating the loving sandwich that the little boy's mother made for him. You know what, this loving breakfast prepared by a mother for her own son is much better than the brown sugar buns that Alia bought for two dollars each. It is full of the taste of happiness.

In exchange, Alia gave the child half a box of chocolates, and the little guy smiled so hard that his teeth were visible.

After a while, the teaching or crushing DISS came to an end, and Alia burped: "Are you done talking?"

"Well, we're done talking." The little boy put down his chopsticks. "How should I put it? He has a lot of passion, but not enough skills. His feelings are sincere, and his courage is commendable."

"Come, let me introduce you to this guy, my neighbor, the child prodigy Xiaojie, a prodigy at the Tianhai City East District Children's Palace. He won the local robot competition youth group championship team award last year and the year before. He is a model toy enthusiast himself, and all the regular customers of the local model shop know him. His grandfather is the owner of the Game House."

The little boy proudly put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest.

Young Master Jing's throat rolled, and he realized belatedly: "Is that the GAME house that the Blue-Eyes White Dragon bid a sky-high price for?"

"Why, have you been there?"

“…I went there a long time ago, but then I went abroad and never went back again.”

"No wonder you don't know him." Alia threw a chocolate into her mouth and threw another to the little boy: "He was probably born when you were abroad."

Xiaojie is only 8 years old this year, which means he is 10 years younger than Alia and Jing Ershao.

"Last night, Sister Ai was recruiting naughty kids in the owner group. I saw so many damaged models, so I volunteered to help."

Alia's previous life was not familiar with the people living upstairs and downstairs. It would be better to say that in this era of the iron jungle, sometimes you don't even know the last name of the person living next door.

But who is Alia now? She, a social terrorist, only took a short time to get along with the little boy and gave him an order to repair it.