Chapter 778 He is easy to please (8)

Lei Ou grabbed her hair and complained, "Women are always troublesome."

But he still helped her to free her hair from the branch with his hands. At the same time, with a "click", he neatly broke off the branch next to him and threw it on the ground. Lei Ou stepped on it again, as if to vent his anger.

Bai Yao touched his head and said, "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'll be leaving tomorrow and won't bother you anymore."

Lei Ou was stunned for a moment, "You're leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm just staying here for a few days, not moving here. When I've had enough fun, of course I'll go home."

Lei Ou pursed his lips tightly, "Why can't you live here forever?"

Bai Yao thought his question was very interesting, "My home is not here, I can't live here forever."

Lei Ou lowered his head and stopped talking.

He had a boyish mind at such a young age. Bai Yao didn't understand what he was thinking, but Lei Ou didn't follow her around anymore. The next day, when Bai Yao was leaving, the adults were saying goodbye, but she got on the car first. Someone knocked on the window outside.

Bai Yao lowered the window and looked at the boy outside. She was a little surprised. "Lei Ou?"

The blond boy probably ran too fast, his hair was a little messy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He looked at Bai Yao awkwardly and didn't speak for a long time. It was so long that

Bai Yao wondered if he was going to be dumb. He stretched out his hand uncomfortably and said, "Here you go."

It was a box of pink pudding.

Bai Yao took the pudding and asked him curiously: "You came so late, are you going to prepare this?"

"No!" Lei Ou retorted subconsciously, "How stupid do you think I am to let someone teach me how to make strawberry pudding in the kitchen? Am I the kind of person who will persevere in making pudding successfully after many failures and then come to give it to you?"

Lei Ou snorted proudly, "I'm not that boring."

Bai Yao watched his performance for a long time, then said, "I will finish this pudding well."

Lei Ou turned his head away, "Who cares if you finish it? Anyway, this pudding was not made by me."

"Hey, kid, are you done talking?" Bai Yu stood behind with a unfriendly look.

Lei Ou didn't know why, but he felt a little scared every time he saw Bai Yu, but his pride didn't allow him to show his cowardice. He said as if nothing had happened: "Wait a minute, I'll say a few more words."

Bai Yu's eyelids jumped. If it wasn't illegal for adults to bully children, he really wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

Lei Ou said to the girl in the car: "Bai Yao, you have to write to me when you go back."

His words were very tough, and it sounded like a notice, not a request for her opinion or a discussion with her.

Thinking that Bai Yao couldn't even tell the difference between male and female ants, he probably didn't have much education, so he added sympathetically: "If there are words you don't know how to write, I allow you to write the pinyin. Of course, when I write back to you, I will also write the pinyin for the words you don't know."

Bai Yao couldn't help but laugh.

Lei Ou didn't know what she was laughing at, but this was the first time he felt that Bai Yao's smile was real, not like the fake smile when they were at loggerheads before, but because she saw him happy, she showed a real smile.

I don't know why, but Lei Ou felt that Bai Yao's chubby face was much more pleasing to the eye when she smiled. The sunlight was good today, and some roses were blooming, but none of them were as eye-catching as hers.

The blond boy glanced at the girl's face, and then glanced again. He couldn't control himself, and suddenly stretched out his hands and pinched the flesh on Bai Yao's cheeks.

Bai Yao's eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity. He grabbed the boy's collar and dragged half of his body into the car, and started fighting with him.

The adults rushed up one by one to stop them, and squeezed into a pile.

So, the final farewell scene became a mess.

No matter how many years pass, Bai Yao will always remember how much hair Leo pulled out of her head when she was six years old, so that in the next twelve years, she would often have nightmares, dreaming that all her hair was pulled out by a person who looked like a golden retriever.

She woke up from her nightmare, and Wen Wan came knocking on the door to remind her, "Yaoyao, it's time to catch the plane to go to school."

Bai Yao responded, rubbed her head, threw off the quilt and got out of bed. Just after moving a step, she bumped into the table, and the box on it fell to the ground, and a pile of thick letters inside were scattered everywhere.

Bai Yao stared at these letters and got an even bigger headache.

According to the frequency of one letter every three days that guy has been writing for so many years, she really has nothing to write even if she has more to say!

She really doesn't understand, with technology so advanced now, is there anything that can't be said on a mobile phone?

"Sending messages on a mobile phone is of course different from writing letters. Writing letters represents a sense of ritual. The nobles in ancient times did this."

The blond boy sat upright behind the desk and answered the servant's question.

The servant was new and had just recently been assigned the job of delivering mail for the young master. He had to run to the mailbox every other day. He couldn't help but ask such a question because he was confused: Can't I use my mobile phone to send messages?

But the boy's thinking was obviously different from that of ordinary people.

The servant secretly glanced at the boy again and couldn't help but say in his heart: He is so noble.

The boy had bright golden hair, a thin figure, a white shirt without a single wrinkle, and black trousers that made his legs look long and straight. The pair of leather shoes on his feet alone could be worth several months' salary for an ordinary family.

His blue eyes shine especially brightly when he reads letters, just like the ripples on the surface of a pond. Even when he is writing a letter with a pen, his graceful posture gives people a sense of beauty. The

boy seemed to have walked out of a painting, dignified and elegant.

But the premise is that he has to keep talking less.

The boy drank a sip of tea, his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and harsh words came out of the corners of his lips, "Which pig made the tea, putting so many tea leaves in it, is it because of the underdeveloped cerebellum and shaking hands?"

The servant replied: "It's the new maid An Beibei."

The boy's eyebrows showed a strong displeasure, "New? Let her clean the toilet in the future, don't stay in the kitchen."

The servant said quickly: "Yes."

Looking at the letter he had just written on his desk, the boy felt relieved. He folded the letter and put it into a pink envelope. Then he sealed the letter with a rose pattern using a wax seal. He handed the envelope to the servant and said, "Go and send the letter to my fiancée."

Then he stood up, and his figure became even more slender. Even if he picked up the coat beside him and put it on, it couldn't hide his good figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist, tall height and long legs.