The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 298

In the small house,

The little boy was holding a bowl of noodles and eating with great relish, as if he was eating delicacies like abalone and sea cucumber. His freshly washed face was very fair and cute.

He hugged the bowl and obediently squatted by the wall, eating while watching Qin Hanyue feed Qiao Ying. His pair of eyes were black and shining.

"When did you and your wife get married?"

The little boy suddenly asked, speaking like a little adult.

Qin Hanyue first looked at Qiao Ying before answering him, "Not yet."

Little Boy: "Has your wife given birth?"

Qin Hanyue looked at Qiao Ying again, and happened to meet Qiao Ying's not very kind eyes. He didn't dare speak nonsense: "No."

The little boy had a bunch of questions: "When are you getting married and having a baby? Are you having a boy or a girl? Will the girl be as beautiful as your wife?"

Qin Hanyue couldn't answer any of these questions.

Qiao Ying: "You're just a kid, why are you so interested in getting married and having babies? Don't you have any other goals?"

The little boy got up slightly, stretching his numb little legs. In the winter, his two little black feet were bare.

Little Boy: "Yes, I want to have noodles to eat every day."

Qiao Ying: "You mean the ones in your bowl?"

Her tone was a little disdainful.

The little boy nodded affirmatively: "Of course."

Qin Hanyue didn't expect his own tasteless noodles to get affirmed, although by a kid who had never eaten anything good. But for Qin Hanyue who had just learned to cook and failed repeatedly, it was still quite comforting.

So he asked, "Didn't I give you money? Why didn't you go buy something tasty?"

The little boy was good at hiding his motives: "I saved it for later, when I grow up a bit I'll go buy. If I buy now, others will see it and grab it away. I can't beat them. By then I still need to buy new shoes."

The ingredients and quilt he had sent over the past few days were all bought from very far away places. He would run over, carrying a black bag, afraid of being seen by others.

He had money on him but didn't dare use it.

Little Boy: "But I can sneak out now and buy a little chocolate cake to eat secretly at night."

Qiao Ying had only eaten half a bowl of noodles and stopped. Qin Hanyue ate the rest in his bowl.

Seeing this, the little boy asked, "Aren't you going to feed your wife anymore?"

Qiao Ying: "It tastes bad."

Little Boy: "It tastes really good. This is the most delicious I've ever had. It even has meat, as delicious as chocolate cake."

The little boy rolled up the half strand of noodles on the edge of the bowl into his mouth. His black eyes secretly looked at Qiao Ying, staring intently.

Qiao Ying: "Why do you keep sneaking looks at me?"

The little boy caught red-handed was very shy: "Because you're beautiful."

He was good at coaxing girls, and added, "Your Spanish sounds very nice."

Qiao Ying: "If you want to look, just look directly."

The little boy was even more embarrassed, his face red as he finished drinking the last mouthful of soup in the bowl. He put down the bowl and slipped away.

Just as Qiao Ying wanted water to drink, she heard the sour words of the man: "Miss Qiao is very generous."

Qiao Ying looked at him: "Jealous?"

Qin Hanyue: "Hmm?"

Was she saying he was jealous of that kid?

Qiao Ying: "I said, do you dare to look?"

She was still annoyed about the time two nights ago when he took the opportunity to kiss her neck while helping wash her.

Qin Hanyue thought to himself that he was just jealous, how did the topic get to this? Sure enough, trouble comes from the mouth.

Thinking of her flushed all over at the time, and the extremely ambiguous kiss he left on her neck, he simply threw away his gentlemanly demeanor: "Maybe you can test me again tonight."

Since they were talking like this already, he might as well take advantage unrestrainedly for once.

Qiao Ying: "I'll blind you if you try, believe it or not."

Qin Hanyue helplessly laughed: "I believe it."

Qiao Ying glared at him: "Water."

Qin Hanyue immediately brought the water over, supported the back of her head, and fed it to her: "Careful."

In the evening,

The little boy came again.

He lingered near the bed, sneakily went to see what Qin Hanyue was cooking for dinner, wandering back and forth between the bed and Qin Hanyue, wildly testing for half a day.

As he kept getting closer and closer to the bed with each attempt, he suddenly took out a simply packaged chocolate cake and placed it on Qiao Ying's bedside.

He said, "I bought this for you, cough cough......"

Hearing this, Qin Hanyue turned around to take a look.

He saw the little brat giving things to Qiao Ying to curry favor.

Qiao Ying didn't respond to the little boy, but said to Qin Hanyue's back: "He has a home but doesn't go back, the neighbors will get suspicious."

Qin Hanyue: "I'll set up a bed for him here in a bit."

Curious, the little boy asked, "What are you guys talking about?"

Qin Hanyue didn't answer him. After eating, avoiding the neighbors’ sight, he had the little boy lead the way to salvage a few planks and bring them back.

He also padded an old quilt underneath.

Hearing Qin Hanyue telling him to sleep here at night, the little boy asked, "Do you want the money you gave me back?"

Qin Hanyue: "No need."

The little boy was instantly happy again.

The house was very small. The little boy's bed was about a meter away from the foot of their bed, although not on the same horizontal line, with the three sleeping in one room, Qin Hanyue felt a little uncomfortable.

Even though the thirteen or fourteen year old boy looked only about ten due to long-term malnutrition. But a male is a male.

At this time, the little boy was still chatting endlessly with Qiao Ying.

Qiao Ying was quite willing to respond to him.

The little boy leaned over his body, lifted his head, looked at the foot of their bed, coughed as he asked Qiao Ying, "How old are you?"

Qiao Ying replied: "We're not suitable in age."

Embarrassed to admit it, the little boy equivocated: “Of course I know, you already have a husband.” Correcting himself, “No, you’re not married yet.”

Little Boy: “How old is your boyfriend then? Are your ages suitable?” He had already changed from husband to boyfriend.

Before Qiao Ying could answer, she suddenly felt the arm around her waist tighten slightly — a certain not very suitably aged but considerate and caring old man used his own body to keep her warm every day.

Originally not planning to respond to the little boy anymore as she wanted to sleep, Qiao Ying then said to the little boy: “I’m six years older than you.”

Little Boy: “What about you and your boyfriend?”

Qiao Ying: “You can ask him.”

Definitely deliberate.

Little Boy: “Is he asleep?”

Qiao Ying leisurely replied: “He can’t sleep.”

Little Boy: “Why?”

Qiao Ying: “Who knows.”

Qin Hanyue looked at her.