Chapter 309 Little Zhuzi, Are You Sick?

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That scoundrel actually scared that innocent little girl like that. I bet both siblings have been terrified all night since last night, looking at that big pile of money.

"Just give the money to your parents."

"I don't have parents."

Perhaps it was because the girl in front of him spoke so naturally, or maybe it was because she used such a innocent and tender voice to say these words that truly touched Qiao Bao'er's heart. Qiao Bao'er was taken aback for a second, not knowing how to respond.

She's really not good at comforting people.

The girl seemed to have gotten used to not having parents. She wasn't very sad, but rather happily told her, "My brother and I live in an orphanage. Many children live together there."

Qiao Bao'er looked at her attire, the same as last night: an old red quilted jacket, oversized tassel boots that were a bit too big for her, and her fair face dusted with grime. But at this moment, she was smiling innocently and radiantly.

Last night, seeing the child's attire, she knew he was from a poor family. She hadn't expected that he and his brother were orphans.

The girl continued, “Last night my brother gave the money to Sister Agnes at the orphanage. Sister Agnes is a grown-up, so we have to listen to her.”

"Were you made to come out here and sell flowers by those nuns" Qiao Bao'er asked her, thinking about the darkness of society. Then she followed up with, "Did those nuns mistreat you"

The child shook his head quickly, "Sister Ah Zhen is a good person. We have food to eat and can go to school now. My brother said we are big kids now, and we need to take care of the other children in the orphanage. My brother brought me here to sell roses, so we can earn some money to give to Sister Ah Zhen to buy textbooks and rice for us."

Qiao Bao'er stared blankly at the little girl, who was about seven years old. She listened intently as the child talked earnestly about life at the orphanage and making money by selling flowers.

She thought the girl's smile at this moment was truly content.

Just like an instinctual reaction, Qiao Bao'er reached out and couldn't help but wipe the dust from her face. Such a beautiful little life should be treated better.

Qiao Bao'er bought a basket of roses from her. Finally, the girl insisted on only accepting 200 yuan and ran away. She skipped happily to go find her brother.

She carried a basket of roses and drove back to her apartment 402.

A little beauty can lift the spirits, Qiao Baoer thought as she looked at the dozen roses in her small bamboo basket. Her previous bouts of depression had lifted somewhat.

I casually turned on the television, and the sound that came out filled the cold house, making it feel less empty.

At first, Qiao Bao'er didn't pay attention to what program was playing. She was busy arranging the roses in her basket.

But then a news item caught her ear, and hearing >

The [Group] spokesperson promised that the Group's charitable foundation will strongly support orphanages this year, especially in terms of educational assistance and medical care.

Joe Baoer looked at the news, frowned, and suddenly felt strongly about donating heavily to UNICEF.

She subconsciously raised her head to look at the ceiling's 502. She rarely paid attention to &am;am; affairs, perhaps the group had funding in this area a long time ago, maybe she was overthinking it.

Qiao Bao'er placed this basket of roses in the center of the coffee table in the living room. The roses carried a faint fragrance, and the stunning red petals were in full bloom.

And the single wilting rose beside the coffee table, with its pale pink bow on the stem, was identical to the one in the basket.

Qiao Baoer looked at the roses, her mind wandering, lost in thought.

Her stomach rumbled, and she realized she hadn't eaten anything since morning.

It was so easy to pick up my phone and order takeout, but when I saw the dizzying array of "Christmas feasts" on offer, I had no idea what to choose.

Even the most expensive takeout, if you eat too much of it, will lose its appeal.

After a moment's thought, she tossed her phone onto the sofa and turned to busy herself in the kitchen.

She went to wash some rice and used that automatic electric pressure cooker to cook white porridge. This thing is simple, even she, the kitchen incompetent, could use it.

While others enjoy lavish Christmas feasts, she has plain congee. It's truly a pitiful sight.

But the porridge was warm and comforting, even if it were plain white rice without any flavor, she would still be able to finish it.

Others say she is picky, Qiao Bao'er thinks she isn't that hard to please, it's just that they are using the wrong methods.

She remembered Tang Yu coming over last time to personally cook her a bowl of abalone porridge. She didn't know if this was telepathy or not. As she held the soup spoon and ate the porridge, the phone on the sofa rang with a ding.

Tang Yu just happened to send her a blessing text message on WeChat.

The text is simple, [Baby, Merry Christmas]

Joe Baby was stunned for a long time, a little surprised, but she started thinking deeply.

In about three minutes, she put down her spoon, her face was pressed with complex and repressed emotions, and she sent Tang Yu a video invitation via WeChat.

Jo Bao'er waited for him to accept a little anxiously, but her video invitation was declined.

She pursed her lips, a mix of unwillingness and indignation on her face. She was about to repeatedly click the video invitation button until he accepted it. As if understanding her intentions, Tang Yu on the other end of the phone directly called her.

"Baby."

Tang Yu still called her that way, but today his usually clear voice was a little hoarse.

Jo Bao'er was feeling conflicted and complicated, she didn't pay close attention to the strangeness in his voice. Gritting her teeth, she endured the urge to explode, and suddenly retorted, "Are you going to get me a Christmas present"

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, Tang Yu seemed not to have guessed that she would suddenly ask him for a gift.

Even asking for gifts can be done so naturally, that's just his baby personality.

What do you want

He asked casually, his tone light and his voice soft. It wasn't like those passionate promises, but Qiao Baoer knew that no matter what gift she mentioned, Tang Yu would try his best to get it for her.

He was such a detached yet extreme person, an extraordinary and incredibly intelligent man.

Qiao Baoer clutched her phone tightly, her voice a little flustered and impatient, "Xiao Zhuzi, you clearly know what I want."

She just waited for his reply.

"Achoo—"

The man on the phone sounded disruptive, as if he couldn't hold it in any longer. He let out a sneeze, and then Tang Yu spoke in a husky voice, "Sorry."

Jo Baoer didn't know what he meant by 'sorry', and she was about to press him for an explanation.

But the man on the other end of the phone seemed to have a bad cold, and he sneezed several times in a row.

Tang Yu is not pretending, because he never pretends.

He is really sick.

"Do you have a fever"

"Let me check the temperature with my digital thermometer. How many degrees is it now"

After a while, I heard some sounds like someone was searching for something, and then the person on the phone honestly answered, “38.4 degrees Celsius.”

Jo Bao'er, upon hearing this, spoke rather hastily, "How could you have gotten sick Didn't you remember the time when you had a fever of over 40 degrees as a child You should immediately eat something, then take some fever-reducing medicine and go back to your bedroom to rest."

"Good."

Tang Yu's reaction was a bit slow, but his voice sounded especially sweet.t of clothes."What do you think of this navy blue one The store manager said yesterday it's the latest style. By the way, don't worry about the size, it's from the same tailor who makes your custom su...