Chapter 28 A Little Child [Bonus Chapter 210] Ning Buyi...
Ning Buyi suddenly raised his head and stared at him, narrowing his eyes: "I'm not pitiful."
He was seventeen years old, wearing a white t-shirt so thin it could be used as a rag, searching for a place to stay in a strange land.
Nothing could ever be worse than that after that moment.
If Zhu Yanhe dared to pity him, he would pack a few more crabs for Li Chang to eat.
A gust of wind suddenly blew in, lifting the strands of hair in front of his eyes, and a handsome face came into Zhu Yanhe's view, his eyes sparkling, what was it?
Is it about recalling past pain, or appreciating present happiness?
Zhu Yanhe gave a soft "hmm" and handed the porcelain plate to him: "Want some more?"
"Eat up! That costs so much money!" Ning Buyi picked up his chopsticks, moving a little bit of meat back and forth between the chopsticks and the plate. He opened and closed his mouth, but he never managed to chew on that little bit of white meat.
He put down his chopsticks and started eating with his hands, but found that once he put the food in his mouth, it wasn't anything special.
"Zhu Yanhe, do you want to hear it?"
Listen to his stories.
Zhu Yanhe looked at him, wondering if he was still sober in this state. But she still coaxed Ning Buyi, "Yes."
Ning Buyi took a big gulp of water, water droplets dripping from the corner of his mouth, which he wiped away with one hand, staining his once pristine white lips with a strange color. He slowly spoke: "A long, long time ago, no, no, that was the last one."
Zhu Yanhe:…
At that moment, he even began to wonder if Ning Buyi had been tricked and deceived, and how many people he had told the story to.
"This is a very clever child! One snowy winter, a child was kicked out of the house for not covering another child properly with a blanket. So he ran to close the window in the stairwell, huddled in the corner between the first-floor staircase and the ground, took out the cardboard boxes he had saved beforehand, layered them, and then waited until dawn so he could go back!"
Ning Buyi spoke haltingly, interspersed with gestures from time to time. At the end, he patted Zhu Yanhe on the shoulder and asked him, "Zhu Yanhe, isn't he the smartest?"
If Zhu Yanhe dares to say he's not smart, then he'll smear his filth on Zhu Yanhe and hmph.
The man's thoughts drifted back to the way Ning Buyi had cried that day. He hadn't cried today; was it because everything was so ordinary?
He couldn't empathize, yet he could; he was lucky to have been born into a good family, but Ning Buyi didn't.
But he didn't know that Ning Buyi was also lucky, lucky to have met him, and lucky to have met so many good people.
Zhu Yanhe's eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Barely, he's still a bit worse than Ning Buyi."
After all, Ning Buyi is the strongest child in the world.
Ning Buyi's eyebrows curved in a smile, and he claimed to be a genius!
"You're drunk," Zhu Yanhe said.
The boy tilted his head and blinked: "Is this what it means to be drunk? It feels great!"
He felt like he was lying on a cloud.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Ning Buyi's forehead. The boy's eyes reddened, and he stared at the person in front of him with a somewhat unfocused gaze: "Zhu Yanhe, I actually think you're good too, but you're still a little lacking compared to me."
Should he say thank you?
The moonlight streamed in through the window, climbed onto the wooden table, and spilled before the two of them, becoming the backdrop to their world.
Their eyes met, and Zhu Yanhe suddenly asked, "Ning Buyi, how did it feel when you kissed me before?"
Ning Buyi couldn't understand; his mind was racing: "What is this? I don't understand."
Zhu Yanhe stared into his eyes, grabbed the back of his neck to block his escape route, then leaned forward, leaving only a few centimeters between them. The man's thin lips parted, and a breath of hot air greeted Ning Buyi's face.
"I'm angry, Ning Buyi."
What? Just like the teacher, getting angry because you couldn't answer.
Jingjing said that this way she could kiss other people, but last time he got even angrier. Now he doesn't have a phone and can't leave. Does he have to stay here and wash dishes?
The boy looked at him with teary eyes, looking incredibly pitiful: "Please, don't be angry."
I don't think I got any angrier the last time I used this trick.
The kiss she had imagined didn't come. Zhu Yanhe's heart trembled, and she said seductively, "Pamper me like last time."
What a strange person, why is he doing the same thing again as last time?
Ning Buyi moved forward a little, his nose brushing against the man in front of him, his soft lips lightly touching the man's lips as he tried to pull away. Unexpectedly, Zhu Yanhe forcefully pressed down on his neck, his red tongue prying open the boy's tightly closed lips, deftly slipping into his wet and hot mouth, wantonly demanding the reward for being good to the boy.
He admitted that he was not an upright person and that he couldn't help but take advantage of Ning Buyi's predicament.
Ning Buyi's nervous system was in chaos, but he felt a very comfortable sensation. He tilted his head slightly to meet the man's advances. Zhu Yanhe stopped for a moment, and when the boy saw him stop, he tried to entangle himself with him, willingly succumbing to this.
It felt good to kiss him.
The moonlight, thick as water, reflected the shimmering stream. Inside the room, only two people remained, lips pressed together, yearning for each other.
When their lips parted, a silver thread still clung to their red tongues. Ning Buyi's soft tongue followed him, sticking out a little. Zhu Yanhe's hand brushed against his cheek. The person in front of him overlapped with a dream. The boy leaned against Zhu Yanhe with a dazed look in his eyes.
One kiss made his body go limp and he couldn't straighten up.
The man pulled Ning Buyi into his arms, patting him gently as if he were a mother soothing a child. Gradually, the boy closed his eyes and nestled quietly in Zhu Yanhe's arms. His soft breath brushed against the man's neck, causing a slight tickle.
Under the moonlight, Zhu Yanhe carried the person away in his arms.
In the internet cafe, Li Chang, who was on duty at the store at night, almost thought that the girl wasn't coming back. He should have pestered her to stay away.
As the automatic door opened and closed, Li Chang looked up at the person who had entered, his expression shifting from shock to anger. Wait, why was this guy carrying his son in a princess carry? Was this something his best friend would come up with?! Even if his son wasn't tall, he shouldn't be carried like this!
"Where is his room?" Zhu Yanhe asked.
Li Chang stood up: "Put him down, I'll take him upstairs."
The man glanced at him dismissively: "Why don't you give it a try?"
Ning Buyi was gripping his suit jacket tightly, using all her strength, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't let go. Li Chang was speechless, feeling like his own cabbage had been eaten by a pig. They had become so intimate after just one trip.
Li Chang pointed to him: "There, the first room on the second floor."
Zhu Yanhe nodded, lifted his leg and walked forward, pushing open the door with one hand. The cramped environment made him frown. He carefully looked around. Although it was simple, it had everything he needed.
There was even a quilt with a big red flower decorated with love.
Zhu Yanhe bent down and placed Ning Buyi on the bed made of beer racks. The boy's hand was still tightly gripping his. The man's eyes flickered, and he took off his suit jacket.
Li Chang stared intently at the stairwell, wondering if this guy was going to stay up there. A moment later, Zhu Yanhe emerged wearing a white shirt, walked straight out the door without glancing at the receptionist.
"He's fast asleep, don't disturb him."
That guy is so rude! Wait, wasn't he wearing clothes when he went in?
Both the wishes and the steps home were light and quick.
In the early morning, rays of sunlight crept up Ning Buyi's window, avoiding the glass, and gently touched his eyelids. His long eyelashes fluttered, and the young man slowly opened his eyes.
He clutched his head, his nerves throbbing with pain. Looking at the suit jacket still on the bed, he wondered what they'd done yesterday. All he remembered was how delicious the drunken crab was. Thinking of this, the young man slapped his thigh – he'd forgotten to tell him to pack some to go!
Ning Buyi picked up the suit from the bed and draped it over a chair, showing no intention of bringing it to him.
Downstairs, Li Chang was slurping up beef noodles when his eyes fell on Ning Buyi coming downstairs. He teased, "Our Princess Ning has woken up."
What princess? It should be a prince, shouldn't it?
"How did I get back yesterday?" Ning Buyi asked.
He had no recollection of what happened after that; it was a complete blank. That drunken crab was truly intoxicating.
Li Chang was speechless when this was mentioned. He rolled his eyes at Ning Buyi and said, "Someone carried you back, and you were still clinging to their clothes so tightly that I couldn't pry them off. Don't you have any shame?"
It's true that Zhu Yanhe got a good deal from his family, but that family's cabbage was just waiting to be harvested.
The boy scratched his head: "Really? I don't remember at all."
He stopped dwelling on that and sat down next to Li Chang, taking apart his chopsticks. After eating, he couldn't do a live stream or play on his phone, and Li Chang couldn't go out with him. His curiosity always sprouted quietly when he couldn't get out of the way.
Why couldn't he look at his phone? Ning Buyi suddenly turned to look at Li Chang's phone, startling Li Chang so much that he snatched the phone away before he even finished chewing his noodles.
"Hey, you took 20,000 yuan from someone."
Ning Buyi failed and scoffed, but the seed in his heart had already grown into a towering tree.
While Li Chang went to wash the dishes, Ning Buyi reached into the drawer. He actually just wanted to reply to Zhu Yanhe's message, since the clothes were still there and hadn't been returned.
Thinking of this, Ning Buyi's hand became even more resolute. He opened the drawer, and his phone lay quietly inside. He typed in the familiar password with his fingertips. He would only reply with a message; he promised.
He promised to play something else.
Ning Buyi kept glancing up to see if Li Chang had come out, afraid of being caught red-handed. When she opened WeChat, she saw two transfers from her sugar daddy. Luckily, she had checked her phone, otherwise the money would have expired.
There's also the message I haven't replied to. He came to see me yesterday, so I'm not replying anymore.
I opened my chat with Pei Qing and saw several messages. The first few were asking where Ning Buyi had gone. She had sent two more yesterday.
Pei Qing: Where did you hide and cry?
Pei Qing: [Transfer money].
Ning Buyi looked at the message in confusion, then promptly accepted the transfer. Why was he crying? He, Ning Buyi, had never shed a single tear in his entire life! (The ones he had shed didn't count.)
Why is everyone transferring money to him? It's actually quite nice!
When he opened the Lemon Video backend, he was immediately struck by a system message: "You have been reported for suspected false advertising in your live stream, therefore your live stream has been banned for one month."
Following that were nearly a hundred refund requests from minors, which have already been automatically deducted from his account.
Someone took money from his pocket!
Ning Buyi was stunned. Why was his live stream banned? What was fake?
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Author's Note: Taking advantage of Ning Buyi's predicament, he wished for something that absolutely had to be done. [Lower-eared rabbit head]
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