White lotus cultivation system

Chapter 8

Just when he was immersed in uneasy emotions, his soft willow-like body was suddenly hugged into a warm embrace!

Looking at the bright red (?) ear pinnae of the person in front of him because of shyness, with a hint of coquettish (Nani!) tone in his self-blame, at this moment, Zhao Jiayan, who will never touch the truth, can no longer Restrain the intense emotions in your heart, and hug the angel-like beauty in front of you tightly!Feeling the trembling body of the person in his arms froze slightly, the introverted boy who was not good at words couldn't help but have red eyes! "Sorry! Sorry! It's my fault!"

That young man who is as pure as an angel has always cared for and cared for me, giving me warmth in every possible way!And I, Vulcan!Oh no!Zhao Jiayan!It turned out to be so cruel, selfish, willful, and unreasonable!Zhao Jiayan, you hypocrite!

"Come to my house!"

Someone immersed in the guilt of being malicious and cute looked up in amazement, and nodded foolishly to the pair of eyes that seemed to contain a thousand words under the upper black frame.

"Complete the daily tasks, successfully use the white lotus skill - blame yourself with tears, get the target sympathy score of 20, and increase the favorability of the character Zhao Jiayan."

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When he opened the door and saw his father not drunk, Zhao Jiayan was undoubtedly relieved.

But not long after the two sat down, the door of the room was kicked open with a loud noise, and when his father appeared in front of him aggressively, the poor skinny boy's face turned ashen for a moment.

The drunk man casually threw the wallet containing the alcohol money on the sofa, and dragged the young man away from the seat, "I was fired yesterday and didn't go to work, why don't you go look for it today? Why are you staying at home, waiting for me to change?" Food for you?" Turning his head to the side, "The one over there, who are you?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Zhao's father looked at the handsome and indistinguishable young man with cloudy eyes, and his eyes were full of ridicule: "My good son, it turns out that he is in love, no wonder he doesn't even care about his own father!"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Jiayan's face, and then it was replaced by anger. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he broke his father's hand that was restraining him, and pushed the man away. With red eyes, he turned his back to the boy and said, "Mo Huai!" , let’s come here first for today’s make-up class, sorry... I’m really sorry, can you go home first?”

"It's against you, little bastard," after all, he was a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. He pushed the man back a few steps hard. The loss of the son's resistance, the familiar feeling of betrayal surged up in his memory, the man's eyes were red, and under the influence of alcohol, the face of the thin boy in front of him coincided with his beautiful but more ruthless mother in a trance. He pulled out the three-inch wide belt from his waist, and roared, "Smash you to death! You bitch! See if I don't smack you to death!"

The crazy man raised his hands high, and the belt was about to greet the skinny boy wearing black-rimmed glasses!

"Snapped--"

……

"As a father, how can you be violent to your own son?" He easily held the end of the belt, blinked his big compassionate (?) eyes, and stared at the man with cold sweat on his forehead!

"...I've only heard of the white lotus being whipped for others," the system's weak voice sounded, "I've never heard of the white lotus taking the whip with bare hands..."

"Silence!" The skinny boy exclaimed, and a hungry tiger pounced on it!Oh no!The eagle spreads its wings!Oh no!Rolling and crawling (you are enough!) came to the boy who was like a broken rag doll, and rescued the boy's slender and thin hands that seemed to be broken (?) from the belt (belt: although you saved labor and capital life, but labor and management really want to say to you: Damn you!)

Strong self-blame and heartache are like a life-threatening hand, pinching Zhao Jiayan's throat!It made this Naobuti, who could never touch the truth, difficult to breathe, and was heartbroken!

"Dad!" Zhao Jiayan wailed in grief and anger, "You hit me, hit me! How could you hit him! He is my classmate! It's just me...classmate! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

This scene is particularly heartbreaking!

"Jiayan," the broken boy twitched the corners of his eyes, and withdrew his slightly red paw from the strange guy with too much expression, resigned to his fate and recited the line that the system gave him just now: "I'm fine. ...cough cough" He choked on his own saliva, and kept telling himself that the first time was raw and the second time was cooked, and now he is already a pot of cooked rice: "What people don't want to see is that Jiayan gets hurt again!"

Facing that skinny young man, he showed a frightening and weak smile! (Voice from outside the sky: It is indeed thrilling enough)

"I want you to take care of it!" The man threw away his belt resentfully, and left this strange room without looking back!

"I... I'll get you some medicine for your wound and bandage it up," the boy wearing clumsy black-rimmed glasses said awkwardly, "The infection won't get better."

"..." He was about to stop the other party, explaining that he was fine, but finally nodded and watched the other party leave in a hurry.

After the boy left, the unscathed Mr. Mercenary stood up.

He came to the wastebasket and easily found three pieces of paper of the same size. After remembering some information on a piece of paper, he threw the paper back into the wastebasket and restored it to original appearance.

Then he walked to the sofa, picked up Father Zhao's wallet that had been thrown aside, opened it, glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, lifted a corner of the sofa cushion, and stuffed the wallet into it.

After finishing these things, he returned to the desk and sat down.

A skinny boy with black-rimmed glasses walked into the room with medicine for wounds.

Then Mr. Mercenary's left hand, which was only slightly red, was wrapped in a suspected hand fracture.

The melodious and ethereal piano music played, and the handsome young man with an angelic face turned out his phone, saw the caller ID, and was slightly taken aback.

"……Mother."

"Huaihuai, where have you been? Why aren't you at home?" A brisk female voice came from the receiver, "Today is Tuesday, and Mom has a rare rest, so I cooked you a table of your favorite dishes!"

……

When he opened the door, the extremely beautiful woman in the room let out a short exclamation, and a figure flashed, and his bandaged paw fell into the opponent's hand!

"My poor bosom, what's wrong with your tender little hands?" The woman's petal-like lips were trembling, and she was about to cry!

"...Mom, I'm fine." Mr. Mercenary couldn't stand it anymore, he untied the injured bandage in twos and twos, and showed the other party his uninjured left hand.

The woman looked at it again and again, and then she let out a long breath, and pulled the boy to sit at the dining table, "I'm so scared to death! The food is still hot, and Huaihuai is growing, so you must eat more!"

He sat there blankly, with a pair of clean chopsticks stuffed in his hands, and a large spoonful of pure white rice was scooped into the bowl in front of him by the other party. Two meat and two vegetables, and a bowl of egg drop soup with chopped green onions.

The beautiful woman opposite him looked at him intently, her bright pupils reflected his slightly unfamiliar face that had only been used for three days, full of affection and concern.

Is this the mother?

In the past, he had no mother, but only an adoptive father. In his memory, his adoptive father began to train him from a very young age, teaching him to use a gun, teach him to throw a grenade, and teach him to fly a tank and an airplane.

The woman who was his mother in this life stretched out her slender right hand and gently touched the top of his soft hair, which coincided with the big hand in memory that was roughly ruffling his hair. The woman asked: "Huh?" Where did Huai go after school today?"

"Go to a classmate's home to make up lessons..." he murmured.

The woman smiled softly, "Huaihuai is really a hardworking and good boy, mom never has to worry about your studies!"

It turns out that mother is such a role, which is completely different from father.