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Chapter 1946 Trainee Little Devil 7

Cheng Shijian quickly glanced at Cheng Dazhao outside and saw that he was still sleeping, so he quickly stood up.

Carefully and quietly he lifted the stool and climbed to the window, opened the window, then got off the stool as if nothing had happened and stood by the window waiting.

The little devil, who finally stopped the trend, flew in from the outside while holding the bag in his arms.

"What are you holding?" Cheng Shijian frowned slightly.

But before Gu Ruojiao answered, he noticed something else.

The expressionless little face finally showed a trace of nervousness: "Are you injured?"

It's okay if I don't mention it. As soon as I mention it, the little devil drops the bag and rushes into his arms coquettishly.

"The kitten scratched it, it hurts!"

Cheng Shijian reached out and touched her, and she shivered in pain.

Because the light was too dark and he didn't know if there was blood, he didn't dare to touch it anymore.

But the little devil was very good at acting coquettishly, and he would pull on him, murmuring that it hurt.

Cheng Shijian was very surprised: "Where did you go just now?"

How could you mess with a kitten?

The little devil felt a little guilty when he heard this, and his eyes that were still shining with tears started to glance around.

Thanks to her guilty conscience, Cheng Shijian once again noticed the bag she was carrying in her hand.

"What is that?" he asked as he walked over and picked up the bag that fell on the ground.

The aroma of barbecue hits your nostrils.

Cheng Shijian opened his eyes slightly and swallowed unconsciously.

The little devil immediately forgot that the roast duck was stolen, grabbed his clothes and began to take credit: "I took it! It's awesome."

Then she climbed onto his shoulders along his clothes, hugged his neck and said, "Eat quickly, it's still hot."

Seeing that Cheng Shi didn't move, he looked at the steaming roast duck in the bag, and then glanced at the little devil standing on his shoulder with a proud expression.

"Did you steal it?"

"Who, who said it was stolen? This...this was obviously taken!"

But I saw him holding the bag and walking out without saying a word.

The little devil tilted his head: "Where are you going?"

Cheng Shijian ignored her.

He put on his shoes, opened the door, went downstairs, and kept walking.

When they almost arrived at the roast duck restaurant, Gu Ruojiao finally knew what he was here for.

Anxiously, she stamped her feet on his shoulder. Seeing that he ignored her, she reached out and pinched his earlobe.

But it was of no use to Cheng Shijian.

He was like a little devil with no feet on his shoulders, carrying the bag and walking to the roast duck restaurant.

"Aunt."

When the waiter standing at the door of the roast duck restaurant saw that he was a child, he smiled and bent over: "What's wrong, kid?"

Cheng Shi handed over the half roast duck in his hand expressionlessly: "Auntie, this is your roast duck. I'm sorry, my cat is too naughty and stole your stuff."

The waiter was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then took the bag from his hand blankly, opened it and saw that there was indeed half a roast duck inside, and you could feel the temperature through the bag.

But……

You can't take back what the cat has scratched.

As if he could tell what she was thinking, Cheng Shijian pursed his lips, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "Auntie, I have no money."

Only then did the waiter notice that the little boy in front of him looked very thin, and his clothes had been washed until they were completely white and pilled.

In today's society, no matter how poor the family is, children rarely wear clothes that have been washed until they turn white.

At this time, the proprietress inside probably heard the commotion outside. When she came out and saw Cheng Shijian, she asked the waiter what happened.

The waiter said briefly.

The landlady just asked her to give her the roast duck, and then turned to Cheng Shijian: "Is your father at home?"

Cheng Shijian nodded: "He is drunk and sleeping."

A trace of sympathy and distress flashed in the landlady's eyes.

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