Little Terrified Bun

Wei Zhe’s assistant is a young man in his twenties, wearing an exquisite smoky-gray suit, and his well-groomed hair is combed behind his ears, showing a mature and handsome face. He and Wei Zhe are in the same office. After graduating from university, I have known each other for several years and have won the trust of Wei Zhe.

Now this mature and reliable assistant knocked on the door of Wei Zhe's small apartment with a decent smile carrying the beautifully packaged food.

Assistant Xu didn't understand why the boss wanted money and money, and wanted contacts, so why live in such a narrow apartment.

"That... hello." The one who came to open the door was a young boy of about twelve years old, with beautiful appearance and picturesque eyebrows. He looked up at the man, "Are you the eldest brother who asked me to bring me dinner?"

Assistant Xu exclaimed inwardly, thinking that this child is really good.

He had long heard that the Boss family had a child, and that he was the half-brother of the Boss. The two had a deep relationship. The original Boss had a break with the Wei family because of this child. Only now can he develop such a big one. power.

Assistant Xu still sighed with his friends at that time, saying that his boss is really generous. If one of his parents has an illegitimate child, he must strangle the other person?

As a result, today... I was caught off guard and saw a real person.

Well! It looks a little bit longer, but can the boss lose his mind just by relying on a skin look? ? Besides, the world is much more beautiful? Why is he the only one favored?

"That...is there anything on my face?"

The man looked attentive, with obvious inquiries and doubts in his eyes, which made Wei Jing a little awkward and uncomfortable, as if he was a little white mouse locked in a glass box, someone would come and peel off his skin at any time?

"Huh?" The man was stunned. After he recovered, he quickly reduced the expression on his face. With a considerate and sincere smile, he handed the contents to the child. "I bought some digestible pasta and side dishes. , I hope you like it."

Wei Jing was stunned by the man's sudden change of face, and let out a dazed "Oh!"

"I wish you a pleasant meal."

Wei Jing: =-=

A good assistant, making it like a food delivery, shouldn’t it be ‘please give five-star praise’ next?

Assistant Xu: "..." Why does this kid look at me with such a look? Did I do it wrong?

Assistant Wei Jingchao said "thank you" softly, took the things and opened them on the dining table. As soon as the takeaway box was opened, there was a fragrant aroma. The noodle soup was hung in the broth, and a tender yellow egg was spread on it, plus some The refreshing side dishes are very suitable for supper at night.

Wei Jing was so fascinated when he was painting. In the blink of an eye, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

The eldest brother was already asleep at this time. He was sitting on a chair alone, using chopsticks to pick up the soft and smooth noodles and slowly eating. His hungry stomach was filled and he no longer clamored about his sense of existence. He finished drinking. With a mouthful of soup, Wei Jing let out a big "ah".

Well! It feels great!

After eating and drinking, Wei Xiaojing rubbed his white belly and cleaned up the things on the table a little - piled up together.

After all, he is a household chore.

Then I felt very good and went to rest.

Therefore, Wei Zhe, who woke up from a hangover the next day, saw a messy dining table. He knew whose masterpiece it was at a glance. He rubbed his forehead silently, and he personally threw everything into the trash. In the bucket.

God knows, he wanted to throw away the table when he saw it.

At this time, the sky just turned white, a ray of bright light lit up half of the sky, and the dark night gradually faded. Everyone is welcoming a brand new day.

The babysitter who arrived stuck with a gentle smile on his face greeted his employer with fresh green vegetables in his hand and walked to the kitchen to start making breakfast for the Wei brothers.

When Wei Jing got up, the breakfast was ready and placed on the table.

As usual every day, the two had breakfast together. Wei Zhe first sent Wei Jing to school and gave some careful instructions. Finally, in Wei Jing's helpless eyes, he shut his mouth silently. The driver had already taken offense and was quiet. Be a transparent person in front.

When Wei Jing went to the office with the painting he painted last night, he was very worried. He was afraid that his painting was too bad, so he would be ashamed.

So when he found two other people in the same contest standing aside holding the painting in the office, he almost wanted to turn his head and leave! ! ! Why did you hit it? If there were only him and the teacher, it would be ugly to be ugly, and the big deal would be taken away, but now...

"You're here too, elementary school brother! What a coincidence!" The third-grade senior sister greeted Wei Jing with a smile.

"Yes, it's a coincidence!" Wei Jing said with a poignant smile, and smiled wryly.

Is it a coincidence?

Among the three participants this time, except Wei Jing, the other two are all 9th ​​graders.

One is the president of the Student Union, that is, the senior sister who just greeted Wei Jing, with big eyes, white and black, long and straight. Not only is she beautiful and she is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is a recognized goddess in the school, and many boys have a crush. she was.

For example... Ye Xiaopang from the primary school next door.

The other is a young man who participated in the Youth Art Exhibition last year and won the third place. I heard that he has been learning painting from a master since he was a child. He has good painting skills and is relatively arrogant.

It is not difficult to understand, after all, it is a genius!

Wei Jing stepped back silently, his originally shining cat's eyes drooped in frustration, his curled and black eyelashes looked like a small fan, and the person watching wanted to touch two of them. The senpai who was regarded as a goddess by school boys secretly covered her nose, numb! For a Yan Kong, the impact of such a prosperous beauty is really too great.

Le Chenglai has quite a problem with this younger student who came in ‘walking behind’. Not to mention that Bai has occupied a place, and when the time comes, he will be brushed down in the first round and lose the face of their school.

But looking at this child's pitiful appearance, he breathed, Madan! Is it a foul to sell cuteness?

Wei Jing just stood and did nothing: "..."

"Okay, what are you doing while standing? Just give the drawing to the teacher." Yuecheng felt that as a good senior, he should learn to be considerate of classmates. He patted the young boy on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't be afraid. Friendship is first and competition is second. Even if you are played in the first round, I will not blame you."

Yue Cheng asked himself that what he said was not leaking, it was a good one.

But he was happy to be this person...he grew up with a mean face, with narrow eyebrows, deep eye sockets, thin lips, western-style facial features, and now he carries'{twist}kin{曲}切{可} and {horror} Shan's smile is like a poisonous snake preparing to hunt, opening its fangs.

Wei Jing was frightened and shivered, and subconsciously swallowed, laughing more ugly than crying: "Don't worry, senior, I will work hard."

Brother! He seems to be threatened, how to break?

Yuecheng: "..." What seems to be wrong?

The goddess-senpai: "..." What about the arrogance that you said? Oh!

"Seeing that your relationship is so good, the teacher is relieved." The head teacher exclaimed, with a motherly smile on his face, "Wei Jing, let the teacher show you your painting!"

"Okay." Wei Jing's fingers trembled a little, his heartbeat was extremely fast, and a small face was crumpled tightly, especially when the class teacher took apart the covered canvas outside. Cover your eyes.

"This...Is this your drawing?" The teacher's tone was full of doubts and surprises.

"Yes! I'm not very good at painting. Teacher, do you want to change someone..." Wei Jing said timidly. He was very sad, and this was the best painting he had painted. He thought that even if it was not as good as the senior sisters, it could be regarded as medium!

As a result... the teacher turned out to have this expression, really... is it too bad?

"This is not good, my goodness!" The teacher held up the painting excitedly, "Your painting is so good, it looks like... the master's handwriting." I thought that Wei Jing, who was only used to make up the number, actually painted better than the other two.

After all, young people at the age of fourteen or five, who paint oil paintings, can paint simple things, such as well-arranged fruits, sculptures... Too complicated paintings will make their pictures very dirty. This is because the light and shadow are not handled properly, resulting in The picture has no sense of hierarchy.

But the composition of Wei Jing's painting is perfect. The sunlight coming in from the window, the row of furniture, and all the details are well handled.

After the excitement, the teacher calmed down, and he deliberately asked: "You painted this yourself, didn't you?"

It's no wonder that she suspected, but Wei Jing's good family background is well known in the school, and this painting was not painted in front of them. If his parents are willing to spend money to buy a painting to make their children happy, it is not impossible.

"I painted it last night." Seeing that the teacher's expression didn't seem to be fake, Wei Jing glanced at the paintings of the other two people.

One is a cute little cat, and the other is a grassland.

After reading it, Wei Jing glanced at the seniors in a weird manner. This... is that amazing? ?

Wei Jing felt that he had been deceived.

In fact, Wei Jing is not to blame for this kind of embarrassment. God knows that Xu Jiaming demanded Wei Jing with the ability of a master. Especially after Wei Jing showed amazing talent in painting, his requirements for Wei Jing were even more. It is strict.

In order to prevent children from being proud, he would fiercely criticize Wei Jing's paintings every time, and finally mumbled that my paintings were better than yours in elementary school? At your level, do you think you are still in first grade? Remember if you are twelve or not two...

Then, Wei Jing, who was already inferior and lacking in confidence, felt that he was really a waste and was useless at all.

Wei Jing's low self-esteem left a trace when he was very young.

At first, it was because friends in the community thought he had no father to reject him. Finally he got better. His mother passed away and his father didn’t care. He lived in the Wei’s mansion with an excellent brother on it. The servants of the mansion often Will look at him with both disgust and pity.

Wei Jing couldn't help feeling more inferior.

Therefore, when Xu Jiahui criticized him, Wei Jing believed in the extent of his waste...

The author has something to say: Assistant Xu: Where does this kid attract the boss?

Wei Zhe: Probably stupid! Stupid and dumb!

Wei Jing: ...Aim at aim? ?

Sister Goddess: I like good-looking people, drooling.

Senior student Yuecheng: I hate people who are incapable the most... Lying on the grass! This is called opening the back door, and you seem to be teasing me.