Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 790: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (3)

Xiao Yuesheng raised her head when she heard the voice, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes.

She took a half step back cautiously, and said in a crying voice: "I don't know you."

He took a step forward, his little leather shoes squeaking in the snow: "Now we know each other."

As he said this, he was about to reach out and touch the corners of her wet eyes.

"Snapped!"

Xiao Yuesheng slapped his hand away with such force that the boy's white hand immediately turned red.

She was like a frightened little animal, her voice suddenly rising: "I said I don't know you!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran, her white coat and skirt fluttering in the wind, really like a rabbit fleeing in panic.

The boy stood there and tilted his head, his amber pupils reflecting her receding figure. Only when the white color completely disappeared around the corner did he slowly turn around and walk to the other end of the garden.

"Master!" The driver rushed over, sweating profusely, his suit wrinkled from running, "Madam is going crazy looking for you!"

In the reception room, Mrs. Shen was sipping black tea elegantly.

Seeing her son coming in, she put down her teacup and her jade bracelet made a crisp sound: "Where did you go to play again?"

"Mom," the little boy said with sparkling eyes, completely ignoring his mother's reproach, "I found my sister!"

He gestured excitedly, "She's so tall, wearing a white coat and skirt, she looks just like the rabbit that ran away the night before last."

Mrs. Shen frowned slightly.

She turned to the smiling dean and asked, "Do you have such a girl in your hospital?"

"This..." The dean wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately thought of the child who survived the car accident from the description. "There is indeed a little girl who fits the description, but..."

She chose her words carefully, "This child just lost both his parents. I'm afraid..."

"Xiao Rang," Mrs. Shen interrupted gently, squatting down to look her son in the eye, "She is old and has gone through all that, so it's hard for her to get close to us."

The boy waved his hands nonchalantly: "It's okay, I can afford it."

He blinked innocently, "How much does it cost to raise a rabbit?"

Mrs. Shen suddenly felt something strange in her heart.

My son has never been interested in living things, so why is he suddenly so obsessed with a strange girl?

As soon as this thought came to my mind, it was interrupted by my son's coquettish shaking.

"Dean," Mrs. Shen stood up and regained her elegant posture, "Then I'll have to trouble you to handle it as soon as possible..."

"No!" The boy suddenly raised his voice, his face flushed, "I want to take her home now!"

He tugged at his mother's sleeve, his voice filled with a stubbornness that was not in keeping with his age.

"It's very cold in winter. If the rabbit doesn't go home, it will die."

Seeing this, the dean quickly smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam Shen, the procedures can be completed today."

The little boy smiled with satisfaction when he heard that. The sunlight shining on his young face revealed a pair of overly calm eyes.

He looked at the snow scene outside the window and whispered in his heart: Little rabbit, you can't run away this time.

I will prepare the most beautiful cage for you and use the freshest carrots... to keep you plump and white.

After all, this was the most perfect rabbit he had ever found.

The afternoon sun shone obliquely on the mottled iron gate of the orphanage. Little Yuesheng clutched the corner of the nurse's clothes and kept looking towards the intersection.

"Auntie." She said in a small, hopeful voice, "Where's Sister Cai? Didn't she say she was coming to see me from the police station?"

Before she could finish her words, a cold hand suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind.

Xiao Yuesheng was so frightened that he trembled all over, turned around and met a pair of amber eyes - it was that strange boy. At this moment, he had a smile on his lips, but it made people inexplicably chilled.

"You're my sister now." He tightened his fingers, his nails almost digging into her skin, "Come home with me, little bunny."

"let me go!"

Xiao Yuesheng struggled violently, leaving a red mark on his wrist.

She raised her foot and kicked the boy's calf hard, but he dodged it deftly.

In desperation, she lowered her head and bit the back of his hand, tasting the rusty and bloody taste.

The boy just frowned slightly and winked behind him.

The next second, Xiao Yuesheng felt a pain in the back of his neck and his vision suddenly went dark.

The last thing I heard before I fell into coma was the boy whispering with a smile: "Rabbits can't bite people..."

When I regained consciousness, the unfamiliar scent of lavender lingered at my nose.

When little Yuesheng opened her eyes, what she saw was a room full of snow-white furry decorations - white carpets, white gauze curtains, and even a few plush rabbit dolls at the bedside.

The boy was lying beside the bed, and when he saw her wake up, he moved closer to her, so close that she could count his eyelashes.

"Do you like it?" He reached out and ruffled her hair. "My name is Shen Zhirang, and I'll be your brother from now on."

Xiao Yuesheng shrank back suddenly, and his back hit the headboard.

"Go away!" Her voice trembled, and tears fell on the snow-white sheets. "I want to find Sister Cai... I want to go home..."

Shen Zhirang tilted his head in confusion: "Why are you crying?" He pointed at the snowflakes falling outside the window, "It's so cold outside, shouldn't the rabbit be happy to be in a warm nest?"

This weird metaphor made Xiao Yuesheng shiver all over.

She suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed to the door, but the moment she touched the door handle, she was grabbed by the waist by a fat woman.

"Where are you going, young lady?" the woman asked with a smile, but the strength in her hands was surprisingly great.

"Let me go!" Xiao Yuesheng kicked and beat, watching the door close before her eyes. Despair surged like a tide, and she slid to the ground, crying so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Shen Zhirang squatted in front of her and patted her head gently, his movements as gentle as if he was comforting a pet: "Don't be afraid, no one can bully you in the future, my parents and I will protect you."

"I have a father and a mother..." little Yue Sheng said with sobs.

This sentence seemed to press a switch, and Shen Zhirang's face suddenly became gloomy.

He suddenly grabbed Xiao Yuesheng and threw her back onto the bed. When he turned around, the cuffs of his white shirt were stained with the tears on her face.

"Aunt Zhang," he ordered in a cold voice, without the gentleness from before, "give her food when she admits her mistake."

When the heavy door closed, a stuffed rabbit doll fell off the bed.

Xiao Yuesheng hugged her knees tightly and heard Shen Zhirang's footsteps gradually fading away from the door, as well as his mutterings that drifted into the wind: "It looks so much like the lost rabbit..."

Mrs. Shen had just hung up the phone when she heard the noise on the fourth floor. She turned to look at her son downstairs and frowned slightly: "Did you lock up your sister?"

Shen Zhirang trotted into his mother's arms, his white shirt still stained with the gold powder of the aristocratic elementary school emblem.

"Mom," he looked up, his eyelashes casting fine shadows under the light, "If I can't make my sister accept our family from the bottom of her heart, what's the difference between that and raising an ordinary rabbit?"