The Magnate’s Six-year-Old Niece

The next morning, when Bu Chensui woke up, the little girl had already woken up and was sitting cross-legged by the window.

After watching it quietly for a while, Bu Chensu felt an unprecedented peace in his heart, smiled, got up and left the bedroom, and when he came back, he had several more bags in his hands, filled with various children's clothes.

"Brother Su, good morning."

The little girl had finished meditating, turned her head, and smiled sweetly at Bu Chensu.

"Well, good morning, choose one you like and put it on, then come down for breakfast."

Turning around, Bu Chensui was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.

"Will you wear it?"

Si Niannian looked at the clothes, and before he could nod his head, Bu Chensu had already returned.

Very patiently helping the little girl get dressed, Bu Chensu looked at her head again, "Can you comb your hair yourself?"

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Si Niannian went to the bathroom by himself, stood on the chair and looked in the mirror while combing his braids. From time to time, his brows were twisted together, and a mist of water quickly appeared in his big eyes, which made Bu Chensui's heart tighten.

He walked over, put his hands through the little girl's armpits, and picked her up.

"What's wrong?"

Si Niannian pursed his lips, and suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart.

She lowered her head and said nothing, but the tears in her eyes couldn't stop.

Putting the person down, Bu Chen Su squatted down and held her cheek, "Tell brother Su, why are you crying?"

"……pain."

Bai Nen's fingers stirred together again, feeling a little helpless.

Bu Chen frowned, then put a big hand on the little girl's head, and softly said, "Will it hurt to comb your hair?"

Thinking of a few small details that he had noticed before, Bu Chensu asked again, "Does it often hurt?"

"Well, I've tried very hard to control my strength, but, even though I didn't exert any strength, it would still hurt a lot. I could hold it back before, but..."

Tears fell again, "Brother Su treats Nian Nian well, but he couldn't hold back his tears when he was not careful. Brother Su, don't hate Nian Nian, okay? Nian Nian didn't cry on purpose."

The small hand gently pinched the corner of Bu Chensui's clothes, and Si Niannian was nervous all over.

The master said to be strong and not cry, but why suddenly can't stand it?

Bu Chen Su wiped away the tears from the little girl's face with the pulp of his finger with a distressed look on his face, "Nian Nian, remember, you don't need to endure in front of brother Su, you have to say it when it hurts, and you have to say it when you feel wronged, otherwise, Brother Su will be angry, you know?"

Blinking his eyes with drops of water, he was convinced of Bu Chen Su's words, "I see, Nian Nian is obedient, and brother Su is not angry."

"Well, good."

Bu Chensu lightly rubbed the little girl's head, untied the rubber band, and helped her to comb the braid again. At first, the movements were a bit clumsy, but they quickly became proficient.

What surprised Si Niannian even more was that she never felt pain during the whole process.

"Brother Su is great!"

Looking at him with such adoring eyes, Bu Chensu smiled, "I'll wait for brother Su to help you comb if you're afraid of pain in the future, you know?"

"Oh, I see."

In the heart of the well-behaved little girl, brother Su has become an irreplaceable character. He is very kind to her and will not lie to her. This feeling lasted until after breakfast, when she returned to the gate of the Si family compound.

Looking back at the compound that he just walked out of not far away, Si Niannian blinked and looked up at Bu Chensu.

"Brother Su, why is your home next to mine?"