The little bully happily ordered people to make a cloak despite his head that his IQ was reduced by half when he met Zhiwei. When he came back, he was hugging two soft pillows and was extremely happy.
Although he can replace a soft pillow, he can't sleep with you Zhiwei all the time, right? She almost always lies on the bed, so it's better to hold her in your arms to prevent her from sleeping uncomfortable.
These servants were really quick, and they had two new soft pillows in no time, so the empty box was quickly filled again!
He happily prepared to go back to his room to take credit. After the poor Miss Wang was entertained by Xiao's mother, she was arranged in a courtyard far away from the Little Overlord's courtyard.
Not to mention whether mother and son are of the same mind, just looking at Zhiwei, you can see how partial Xiao's mother is.
Because the little bully ran a little fast, there was a little sweat on his forehead, but the corners of his mouth were raised in an unambiguous manner.
I opened the door and as soon as I stepped in, I felt something was wrong.
You know Wei hasn’t come back yet!
The little bully's originally playful mouth immediately turned into a sinister look.
What does this mean? Did you do something else after taking medicine to play the piano? No matter what the song is, you should have finished playing it by now!
Hate it! The acid water of jealousy made his chest hurt.
Angrily throwing down the two soft pillows in his arms, the little bully turned around and was ready to arrest someone.
Suddenly, he stopped again.
No, if you rush over like this, you Zhiwei will definitely say that he is causing trouble. After all, he is the one who dares not mess around in the Xiao family. Moreover, you Zhiwei has never been a fuel-efficient person, so you will definitely not suffer.
But...when I think of two people playing the piano and saying this, the old feelings will be revealed...
It doesn’t work this way or that way, so what should I do?
He fell back into the room, sat down heavily on the stool, poured himself a cup of tea from the teapot on the table, and brought it to his mouth.
Why does this tea taste so bad? As expected, the teapot from before is still better.
Ouch... How could the little bully, who drinks tea like a cow, be so good at it? This is just because the maid changed the tea leaves and he was in a bad mood...
If others find out, they can only say 'shameful'.
The little bully looked down at the two soft pillows thrown on the ground, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. He picked them up, patted the dust on them with special care, and prepared to find some needles and threads to sew things.
What to sew?
Of course he wants to find a way to get a rope or something to hang the soft pillow around his neck! Why? If the hard one doesn't work, just use the soft one. If he doesn't find a maid to do it, he won't believe it if he does it himself.
!You know how to prick seven or eight needles into your hand, but you still don’t feel soft?
You know, a new soft pillow has been delivered. You see, I even sewed a thread myself...
Wow, that's great. This way you won't lose it. But, you said you did it in person?
Well, I sewed it myself.
Why are you putting your hands behind your back? Take it out! Let me see!
No, nothing interesting to see...
take it out!
…
Why are you so injured! You guy...
Then, then... You Zhiwei kissed his cheek twice with red eyes that were moved to tears...
Hahaha!
The little bully came out of his fantasy with a dull smile on his face.
He couldn't wait to do it!
So, a certain overlord started searching the house with two soft pillows in his arms. After he rummaged through the house and turned the thin sweat on his forehead into drops of sweat on the ground...he still couldn't find the place to put the needle and thread...
…
Why! Why not even a needle!
If he remembered correctly, didn't the maids like to put needlework and thread in small baskets before? Why, he had searched everywhere but there was no trace of that thing.
Then, when he finally gave up holding the soft pillow and went out, and was about to shamefully borrow needle and thread from the maids, he suddenly remembered...
You know Wei... doesn't do needlework!
She is only responsible for sleeping!
sky!
This realization almost made the little bully angry. He was really crazy to search in this house!
He walked angrily. Of course, he wasn't angry with you Zhiwei for not becoming a female celebrity. He was just angry with himself for his 'stupid' behavior. After estimating the time, it was almost lunch time. At this time, you Zhiwei
No matter how reluctant he is, he still has to eat. He has to hurry up...
The little bully was sitting alone in a certain maid's room, surrounded by several little maids who were looking around. There was no way, the maid's room was only for several people, so naturally the young master had to hide outside.
Seeing my young master's clumsy way of threading needles and threads, I couldn't help but let him help me.
Maid A said to Maid B: "Are you sure that the young master wants to do it himself?"
"That's right, the young master broke in and said he wanted to do it himself, and he threaded all the threads himself."
The maid Ding asked people and asked herself, "What on earth do you want to do, young master?"
The answer to this... is unfortunately unsolvable.
"Ah!" Everyone took a deep breath.
The young master actually took the needle and pricked his hand directly, and he didn't do it accidentally, he just picked it up and pricked it directly!
How terrible!
Master, what on earth do you want to do?
What to do?
Of course I am trying to make myself even more miserable!
The little bully thought, he was really unlucky! Is he really so talented at needlework?
I think it went smoothly from the first step when he picked up the needle. The thread passed through the small hole with just a brush against the thin needle. It didn't matter if it was passed through. His hand, with a gentle touch
Turn, and the knot is tied! As soon as the needle stretches out, the sewing action begins!
Although the stitching was particularly ugly, the stitches were done correctly and the hand was not pricked at all!
Those people said that sewing would hurt their hands, especially those women! It’s true that the eyes are on the head and cannot be seen! Otherwise, how could he not be injured at all!
Seeing that the long thread as thick as a ribbon was about to be fixed by Chou Chou, but he was sweating all over and there was no scar at all, so the little bully had no choice but to prick his hand with a needle.
He was scared too! Not only his expression was terrifying, but his hands were shaking.
The little bully inserted several needles in succession, and the sound of breathing outside also made several sounds.
When the little bully was finally done with it and blinked the tears in his eyes and began to look at the 'wounds'...
damn it!
Where is the wound?
Except for a few small drops of blood seeping out, there is no trace at all...
So don’t prick your finger casually, the needle is so thin...
Misstep! From the very beginning when I wanted to do this! It was a misstep!
At this time, the little bully was really hit.
Lunch time is coming, and he has only finished one thing and nothing has been done.
He smeared the blood stains that still oozed out a little on the soft pillow.
Anyway, fortunately, the color of the soft pillow is relatively white. When you see the blood stains, you will definitely ask him why. When the time comes, he will take out his hand and point them to her one by one!
But... the blood stains seem to be a little less...
The little bully gritted his teeth... and continued!
Then, the sound of breathing outside started to sound again...
The little bully came to have lunch. When everyone had arrived, he was left alone.
This time, Huan Zhi, who was ill, did not appear, but the bright-looking young lady from the Wang family sat there dignifiedly.
Zhiwei felt very hungry and didn't eat breakfast this morning... ahem, although she always got up very late and ate lunch directly. But after all, she got up early this time and refused the breakfast originally prepared by the bully.
Not only did he go to feed Huan Zhi, he was so greedy that he almost hallucinated and thought that the dark medicine must be delicious.
However, even though she was very hungry, she couldn't eat until everyone was here. In her heart, Zhiwei had already scolded a certain guy from beginning to end and from beginning to end.
Wang Yanyun, who was sitting at the side, tried hard to attract the other party's attention, but Li Zhiwei ignored her and even Mrs. Xiao liked to play with her.
Originally, when Huan Zhi was here, Mrs. Xiao and Mr. Xiao had to attend the meal with them in person, but as a result, Huan Zhi fell ill, and Zhiwei and Xiao's mother were left alone at the table. The feeling of not being taken seriously made them hateful.
Hatred pressed deep in Wang Yanyun's heart.
Wang Yanyun grabbed her handkerchief with a smile on her face, but in her heart she wanted to think of ways to avenge the embarrassment.
Pity this unintentional Zhiwei, she was obviously innocent, but in the end she was hated even more.
"The young master is here." Someone shouted outside, and then the little bully walked in.
Wang Yanyun felt happy and hurriedly looked over. Unexpectedly, when he looked over, he froze.
I saw that the person who came was wearing disheveled clothes, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and that he was breathing slightly and his hair was disheveled... The most important thing was that there was a white foreign object hanging around his neck.
Wang Yanyun blinked several times before she dared to confirm. It was a white soft pillow!
"How did it happen like this?" Xiao's mother's first reaction was that the little bully had gone to fight with others somewhere.
"Haha." The little bully touched his head and smiled stupidly. He didn't respond and just sat down next to Zhiwei.
He was very satisfied with everyone's surprised reaction... But! Why don't you Zhiwei even raise your head?
"It's time to eat..." Zhiwei said pitifully and blinked at the little bully.
The starving one said...
The little bully started to get confused when he met that cute little face...
"Open, open!"
Seeing her son's stupidity, Xiao's mother couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker. Wang Yanyun's face looked extremely ugly.
Xiao's mother nodded to the maid, and the maid began to arrange the food. Zhiwei jumped on it wholeheartedly.
Finally coming back to his senses, the little bully realized that he had not even begun to point out the key points, which made him furious.
However, there is no way, you Zhiwei can no longer see him at all.
The depressed little bully decided to fill his stomach first...
"Mr. Xiao, are you tired? Can someone get you a cup of tea first?" Wang Yanyun said, unwilling to be ignored. The chopsticks placed in front of her had never been picked up by the owner.
The little bully was already very unhappy, and he should be disgusted when someone spoke at this time, but this time, as soon as he rolled his eyes, a new idea came to his mind.
"I'm quite tired, just to get this soft pillow..." He pretended to move his arm, deliberately using it to attract Zhiwei's attention.
Originally, Mother Xiao wasn't too interested, but when she mentioned the soft pillow that was so sudden on her son's neck, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with this soft pillow?" Wasn't it the one he used to make Zhiwei happy?
that one?
Speaking of which, the little bully’s behavior of bribing people with soft pillows has been watched since childhood!
At this time, Zhiwei, who was cooking rice, raised his eyes slightly, still holding the rice in his mouth, and said inarticulately: "Is the new soft pillow ready?"
Wang Yanyun almost lost her breath listening to this conversation. Why are all the people in this family talking about this soft pillow? Does this soft pillow have any special meaning that she doesn't know?
"Is there anything wrong with this soft pillow?" Wang Yanyun asked.
The little bully glared at Wang Yanyun, feeling that she was taking the topic too far and not playing her cards according to her own ideas. Wang Yanyun was suddenly seen as innocent.
The little bully ignored Wang Yanyun's words and replied to Zhiwei: "Yes! New soft pillow! Look! I even got it on my neck!"
Zhiwei looked up and saw the little bully straightening his back and revealing the soft pillow on his chest.
Zhiwei nodded. "Okay, but it's just too ugly." That maid's workmanship was really bad.
We finally got here! The little bully almost died of joy. "Is it ugly? I did it myself!"
Logically speaking, this sentence should be said in a very disappointed tone. Unfortunately, a certain overlord could not control his emotions, so he changed it into a happy greeting.
Xiao's mother seemed startled, looking at this and that, as if trying to figure out something from the behavior between the two.
Zhiwei moved the soft pillow on Little Overlord's chest in disgust. "It's too ugly!"
A sincere review!
"Why is this still dirty?"
Ha, ha, ha, little one, you finally got to the point of asking! The corners of the little bully’s mouth turned up to the sky. “I was pricked by a needle...”
He pouted and stretched out his hand in a pitiful manner.
Invisible, invisible, no wounds!
"This, this, here, here, and all!" Little Overlord pointed out to Zhiwei very carefully.
Zhiwei glanced at him. "How on earth did you do it? You are so stupid, and you still inserted so many needles..." She was sure that the needles did not make as many holes as this one.
No way! Master, I am very smart! I didn’t get a needle in my hand!
Of course, in order to gain sympathy, I cannot say this.
The little bully felt as if he had eaten coptis.
"Don't you think I'm very attentive? Don't you feel touched?" The little bully pouted and pulled Zhiwei's sleeves. Unfortunately, Zhiwei had already turned her attention to the delicious food on the table.
Now, I finally figured out what my son meant!
Xiao's mother almost couldn't control her laughter. Even the maids waiting on the side covered their mouths. Wang Yanyun was so angry that she had not lived there for a few days, and the two of them were showing off their affection in front of her eyes! Could it be?
Then Li Zhiwei deliberately tried to show off to herself?
In the final analysis, Wang Yanyun thought too much. One of the two parties involved asked for sympathy and the other asked for food and clothing, but neither of them paid any attention to others.
"No! You soiled the soft pillow and it's ugly. I don't want it! Let the maid do this kind of work from now on!" Ah! The feeling of delicious meat slices is different.
Silence...
boom……
The little bully felt a thunder in the clear sky, which struck him into pieces that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside...
I'm too lazy, so I'll just leave it like this... Once my ideas flow smoothly, the word count will be out of control... ^o^