Chapter 2089

As a result, Gu Yebai was still worried when he left. He picked up the boy directly and threw him into the car. Just now, he suddenly couldn't find anyone to frighten him. He really couldn't stand the second encounter. The child's character was very strange. Who knows what he would do next.

The child was not angry, nor did he resist and yell. He was in the co pilot's room. He was cold and had no emotion, but the suburbs were very far away from the supermarket and bumped all the way. On the way, his neck tilted and fell asleep.

Gu Yebai turned his head and looked at him from time to time. He had to say that his parents' genes were good, and his child was no worse. The child was only six years old, but he was exceptionally good-looking, and completely inherited the best of his parents.

Especially when he is asleep, he is much more clever than usual. His eyelashes are long, his lips are pink, and his facial features are needless to say. Wherever he goes, he is no different from a porcelain doll, which makes people unable to find any problems. He thinks in his heart that when he grows up, he may not know how many little girls he will harm.

The car was parked outside the supermarket. The boy seemed to have stayed up all night and was very sleepy. At present, he had shallow dark circles under his eyes. Even if he stopped, he didn't feel it. Nevertheless, he locked the car and left a crack in the window to prevent the boy from escaping and suffocating in the car.

He was considerate everywhere, so he assured himself that he went into the supermarket, bought a lot of food, carried it out, threw it into the trunk, opened the cab and sat in. He found that the child had awakened and was staring at him.

"Oh, after staying up all night, why don't you sleep more and wake up?" As he spoke, he fastened his seat belt and started his car to catch up with his suburban residence.

The boy didn't turn his face and didn't talk to him. Even if he was dazed by the rapidly retrogressive scenery outside the window, he didn't want to pay attention to him. Gu Yebai was not embarrassed. It was more like talking to himself than talking to the boy, because the boy ignored him, "by the way, I just bought a lot of vegetables in the supermarket."

"In short, you don't have to eat those moldy bread these days. I will cook delicious food for each meal to ensure that you will be raised in vain."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go with me. I'm not going anywhere. How about staying here and taking care of you?"

Gu Yebai spoke to the air with no difference. "Let's go home."

I don't know if the word "home" slightly touched the boy. He suddenly raised his eyes in a hurry. The strange mood was fleeting. Gu Yebai looked at the road ahead and didn't notice. When he looked at the past again, the boy held his knees and didn't know what he was thinking.

Back in the suburban villa, Gu Yebai said to the boy, "go upstairs and put on your shoes. Just come down for dinner in half an hour. Today, my uncle shows his skill to show you how powerful my cooking is."

In fact, Gu Yebai's cooking is not as good as Lu Chi Mo, but in order to take care of Tang Guo'er a few years ago, he cooks a lot. In recent years, he is picky about food, and he has learned a few skills. Therefore, compared with most men, he is already very good. After all, Lu Chi Mo, who is even a genius in cooking, is an example.

Steak, foie gras, fried vegetables, noodles, Gu Yebai didn't know what the boy liked to eat, so he made some western and Chinese for the boy to choose, but more than half an hour later, there was no boy, and the other party didn't obediently go downstairs.

"Smelly boy, it's really hard to do. It's harder than Lu Chi Mo's goods." Gu Yebai could feel how difficult the next road was. He smiled helplessly. He simply put all the dishes on the plate and brought them to the boy's room.

He was playing with the gun again, but the difference was that when he entered the room until he put the plate on the table and took out all the dishes, the other party didn't point the gun at him as before. His eyes were cold and poisonous and full of vigilance against him.

Now, the boy seems to be used to it. He just ignores him. When there is no such person, he only disassembles and reassembles the gun again and again, assembles and disassembles it again and again. He doesn't know how long it has been.

But no matter how long, Gu Yebai watched carefully while smoking, and didn't disturb him until the boy seemed tired and lost interest, and set his eyes on the already cold plate.

"It's already cold. Wait a minute. Uncle will make it for you again." Gu Yebai rubbed his hair with a good temper. No surprise, he was still avoided by the boy and resisted his contact.

Just when he temporarily gave up his intimate behavior of touching his head with the boy and was ready to take the cold dishes away, he saw that the boy had brought the bowl of battered noodles in front of him and picked up chopsticks to eat.

Gu Yebai frowned slightly, "it's cold, not delicious, and it will have diarrhea."

The boy didn't care about those. He looked down and ate noodles. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. At the same time, he didn't give up this bowl of noodles.

Gu Yebai saw this and didn't stop it. After all, he was a boy and had been raised so rough with Sheng Tianchen for so many years. He probably didn't eat a good meal. His stomach was probably made of iron early. It should be all right. He didn't see any reaction to the moldy bread before. Forget it, let him be happy.

After eating noodles, the boy began to cut the steak again. Gu Yebai didn't want to help him. Taking advantage of his gap in cutting the steak, Gu Yebai found another opportunity to talk to him. He especially hoped to pry open the boy's mouth, even if he just said a few words, "by the way, you haven't told me your name."

The boy made a sharp noise with his fork across the ceramic plate. Gu Yebai noticed the abnormality, "even if you don't want to say, I won't force you for the time being, but boy, I still want to tell you that I'm not a bad person. I know I want to take you home."

When he came home, where did he have a home? The boy was deeply hurt. When he saw the face in front of him, how could he say such words so easily? His pupils contracted suddenly, and he couldn't help surging up in his heart. He couldn't help but want to drop everything.

However, his action was faster than his brain. Before he could even react, he had reached out and swept all the plates on the table to the ground.

"Clang -"

The sound of broken ceramics sounded one after another, the dinner plate was torn apart, and oil stains splashed everywhere.

He stared at the man in front of him and almost yelled, "get out!"