Chapter 460 Beat him to death and then tell the teacher
The children are on summer vacation, and they're all busy in their own ways.
Si Youqian never has enough time. He takes golf, language, and economics courses, goes out with his maternal and paternal grandfathers every few days to expand his network, and attends a company meeting with his father or uncle every week.
Si Youning is about to start kindergarten, and the childcare worker and tutor at home have already taught her a lot.
But Chen Buyu was still a little anxious.
"What if she gets into a fight with other children at kindergarten? What if someone bullies her?" She was extremely worried.
Si Jingxu reassured her, "No, it's good enough that she doesn't bully others."
“How could that be? Ningning is so well-behaved and cute,” Shen Buyu was still upset. “Ugh, I feel terrible whenever the kids start school.”
"Ningning, come here," Si Jingxu beckoned to his daughter in Rabbit Hill, "Daddy wants to ask you, what should you do if someone bullies you at kindergarten?"
Si Youning threw herself into her father's arms and said naturally, "Beat him to death."
Si Jingxu smiled happily.
Chen Buyu: "...No, Ningning, you can't. You have to tell the teacher, okay? Tell the teacher."
Si Youning nodded obediently, "Beat him to death and then tell the teacher."
He sighed silently.
Mom is right, no two people have exactly the same personality.
Si Jingxu smiled and kissed his daughter, then patted his wife's head. "I'll take care of everything. I'll handle any issues the children have at school."
Shen Buyu closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "Fine, I just don't know how to manage it."
As soon as Si Youche was on vacation, Song Jingyi took him to Italy.
He was truly amazed.
He had only ever seen the military equipment and armed personnel his uncle had on television.
That's so cool.
He had always thought his uncle only did business in Beijing, but now it seemed that it was just an ordinary identity for a top tycoon after he retired.
Even the most sensible eight-year-old child cannot learn to hide their emotions.
The light in his eyes was even brighter than the light on A-Cheng's head.
"You like it?" Song Jingyi asked him, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
“I like it,” Si Youche nodded emphatically. “I really like it.”
"It's a pity you don't have the ability to control these things," Song Jingyi said calmly. "A monkey who only knows how to fight and grab attention is only fit to pick lice on the mountain."
Si Youche blushed and said, "Uncle, my mother said that if we admit our mistakes and correct them, we can move on. Can we please stop bringing up those embarrassing moments?"
When his younger sister was mentioned, Song Jingyi indeed stopped talking.
“Young Master, let’s go train. There’s way more stuff here than at home,” A-Cheng said, showing off a real gun tucked behind his waist. “Hey, my back is sore.”
Si Youche glanced at it longingly, then looked at Song Jingyi very sensibly, "Uncle, if I'm obedient and train with Master, can I touch a gun?"
"It depends on your performance."
"Then I'm going to train," he said, leaving no room for doubt. "Master, I'm off."
Acheng followed along happily.
"Acheng," Song Jingyi called out, lowering his voice, "Don't hurt him."
"I understand, boss. If we hurt him, it'll be hard to explain to Miss, right? I get it."
Song Jingyi kicked him.
However, Acheng is right. Xiaoyu feels sorry for the child. Even if Si Youche is naughty, she will be sad if he gets hurt.
I brought this mischievous boy here just to keep my sister quiet for a while.
I shouldn't upset her.
Si Youche underwent two days of inhuman training.
He lay on the ground, panting, staring at the sky.
Compared to this, the training we did before was nothing more than a preschool physical education class.
He arrived full of confidence, but now he feels somewhat defeated.
There were dozens of people undergoing the same training, including several who were around his age.
While everyone else's training was real and brutal, his was the only exception; he had the easiest time.
Even so, he was still the first to lie down.
"Here, some water." An Asian child, about the same age as him, came over.
Si Youche didn't even have the strength to lift his arm, but not wanting to be looked down upon, he still struggled to get up.
"Thank you."
"You're weak." The child was blunt, but not contemptuous. He was simply stating a fact. "Go somewhere else. This place isn't for you."
"And you?" Si Youche gulped down two large mouthfuls of water.
“I have no home, this is my home. I will train hard to make myself more valuable and repay Brother Yi.”
After video chatting with his sister, Song Jingyi went to find his nephew.
I saw him chatting with a child.
I stared at it for two seconds.
Chen Mo said from the side, "His name is Yak, he's from Thailand. His parents were forced to grow marijuana and they both died. He killed the guards, escaped to the border, and was brought back by Nick, who was on a mission."
Song Jingyi nodded. Nick never does anything that doesn't benefit him. Bringing people back from the Asian border is no small matter. This kid must have something special about him.
When Yake saw Song Jingyi, he immediately stood up straight, his eyes full of respect and admiration, "Brother Yi."
Si Youche said weakly, "Uncle."
"Amo, carry him back."
Before Si Youche could even refuse, Chen Mo hoisted him onto his shoulder.
He closed his eyes, and that was it; he had embarrassed himself in front of his peers.
Only then did Yake realize that this Asian child was actually the big boss's nephew.
"Do you know how to use a gun?" Song Jingyi took a gun from his waist and handed it to Yak. "Have some fun."
Yak wiped his hands on his clothes, took the gun, turned around, and aimed at the bottle in the distance.
Instantly, the bottle shattered, and the liquid sprayed out.
"Brother Yi." Yak respectfully handed the gun back.
“Not bad,” Song Jingyi didn’t take it, “The gun is yours.”
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Yak was pleasantly surprised for a second, then quickly chased after him and asked, "Brother Yi, can I go on a mission now?"
Song Jingyi chuckled softly, "Your task is to train hard and follow that kid from earlier in the future."
Yak was taken aback, then nodded, "I will definitely protect him."
At this moment, Acheng was massaging Siyouche's shoulders.
"It's normal to be discouraged when you first arrive. Don't be so downcast. You're not going to give up, are you?"
"Master," Si Youche called out weakly, "you should take a rest, my ears are tired."
“You talk just like your father, always beating around the bush,” Acheng poured some medicated oil into his hands, rubbed them together to warm them, and then patted his shoulder again. “Are you alright? Shall I take you out for a meal? It’s no fun staying here all the time.”
“Sure,” Si Youche perked up again. “I’ve never been to Italy before.”
He didn't know why, even though he had been to many countries since he was a child, his parents were unwilling to bring him to Italy.
Now, finally, there's a chance.
I changed my clothes and went out for a ride in Acheng's sports car.
Acheng took him to eat steak, saying, "My daughter likes beef, and she said this steak is delicious. I'm taking you to try it."
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