GBP Chapter 1946 Trainee Little Devil 7
Chapter 1946 Trainee Little Devil 7
Cheng Shijian quickly glanced at Cheng Dazhao outside, and seeing that he was still asleep, he quickly stood up.
Carefully and quietly, he picked up 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 to wait.
The little devil, who finally stopped the trend, flew in from the outside holding the bag in a daze.
"What are you holding?" Cheng Shijian frowned slightly.
But before Gu Ruojiao answered, he noticed something else.
The always expressionless little face finally showed a trace of nervousness: "Are you injured?"
It's okay not to mention it, but when the little devil is mentioned, he drops the bag and rushes into his arms coquettishly.
"The cat scratched it, it hurts!"
When Cheng Shijian reached out to touch it, she trembled in pain.
Because the light was too dark, he didn't know if there was blood, so he didn't dare to touch it again.
But the little devil is very good at acting like a baby, pawing and pulling on him, whining about the pain.
Cheng Shijian was very surprised: "Where did you go?"
How could you mess with the kitten?
The little devil felt a little guilty when he heard the words, and his eyes that were still glistening with tears flicked left and right.
Thanks to her guilty conscience, Cheng Shijian noticed the bag she was carrying in her hand again.
"What's that?" He asked as he walked over and picked up the bag that fell on the ground.
A burst of smell of barbecue came to the nostrils.
Cheng Shijian opened his eyes slightly, and swallowed unconsciously in his throat.
The little devil immediately forgot that the roast duck was stolen, grabbed his clothes and began to claim credit: "I took it! It's amazing."
Then it climbed up to his shoulders along his clothes, hugged his neck and said, "Eat it 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 complacent expression.
"You stole it?"
"Who, who said it was stolen, this... this is clearly taken!"
But I saw him walking out with the bag without saying a word.
The little devil tilted his head: "Where are you going?"
Cheng Shijian ignored her.
He put on his shoes and opened the door, went downstairs and walked straight ahead.
When approaching the roast duck restaurant, Gu Ruojiao finally knew what he was here for.
Anxiously, she stomped on his shoulder, and seeing that he ignored her, she stretched out her hand to pinch his earlobe.
But it was of no use to Cheng Shijian.
He walked to the roast duck restaurant with the bag in his hand like a hopping little devil standing on his shoulders.
"Auntie."
The waiter standing at the door of the roast duck restaurant saw that he was a child, so he bent down with a smile: "What's the matter, kid."
When Cheng Shi met, he handed half of the roast duck in his hand expressionlessly: "Auntie, this is your roast duck. I'm sorry, my cat is too naughty and stole your things."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, took the bag from his hand in a daze, opened it, and found that there was indeed half a roast duck inside, and he could feel the temperature through the bag.
but……
The cat has scratched it, so it can't be taken back.
As if seeing 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 the clothes on his body were washed until they were completely white and pilled.
In today's society, no matter how poor the family is, children seldom wear clothes that have been washed until they have turned white.
At this time, the proprietress inside probably heard the commotion outside, came out and saw that it was Cheng Shijian, and asked the waiter what happened.
The waiter said it simply.
The proprietress just asked her to give her the roast duck, and then turned to Cheng Shijian: "Is your father at home?"
Cheng Shijian nodded: "He's drunk and sleeping."
A trace of sympathy and distress flashed in the proprietress' eyes.
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