Looking at the pouting Blake in front of him, Nash thought of his pampered little dog Moore Audrey at home, just as young and reckless, looking down on his teachings.
But this little girl Blake was much more obedient than Moore Audrey; look at her, all puffed up with anger, yet she only dared to glare at him.
Thinking of this, the man chuckled lightly, mischievously raising his hand to ruffle her hair, speaking in a condescending tone:
“Be good… don’t stare at your brother!”
Blake’s face turned red, furious, as she raised her hand to swat his hand away, struggling for a while, but the words that finally came out were soft:
“Don’t ruffle my hair… I’ll stop growing tall!”
Nash was amused by her words and withdrew his hand:
“Okay, I won’t ruffle your hair…”
Then, as if he thought of something, he looked down at her:
“What do you want to eat tonight… brother will make it for you. How about I stew some pork ribs soup for you, to supplement your calcium?”
Blake was so flustered by him that her face turned red, and she suddenly stood up, her words still soft:
“You… go out!”
Nash laughed again, happily leaving her room.
As for how he got into the little girl’s room?
The time rewinds to half an hour earlier when he and Russell were chatting and playing games, reminiscing about their youth.
The little girl came to knock on the door, mainly to ask her brother to help her with her homework.
Russell, who always disliked teaching others, saw Nash there, waved his hand, and told Nash to teach her; if he didn’t, he could get out of the house.
Nash had no choice but to go teach the little girl, so he followed her to her bedroom.
Considering the issue of avoiding suspicion, the man didn’t close the door.
So he started explaining, but after just two problems, he noticed that this little girl had the same problem as his little dog Moore Audrey; she was quite reckless and hardly listened to his explanations.
Although she eventually wrote down the answers… she just didn’t follow the methods he taught. But this little girl was much more obedient than his little dog; she only dared to secretly erase his methods and write her own when he wasn’t paying attention.
Perhaps this little girl’s flaw poked at his itch, and the man couldn’t help but start teasing her. The little girl was soft and obedient, unlike Moore Audrey, who had a bad temper.
Look at her, all flustered, she could only blush and act fierce towards him.
Quite cute.
In any case, she was cuter than Moore Audrey.
The man thought this as he just reached the living room when his phone in his pocket rang.
He took it out and raised an eyebrow; his little dog Moore Audrey actually called him?
After a moment, he answered the call, unable to suppress his smugness:
“What’s up… missing your brother?”
On the other end of the line, Moore Audrey rolled her eyes, mocking:
“Your face is almost as big as the Earth’s diameter…”
Nash chuckled and shot back:
“Moore Audrey! You’re getting cheeky… do you believe I’ll cut your allowance?”
Moore Audrey wasn’t afraid this time:
“Go ahead… if you dare to cut it, I’ll tell grandpa!”
Nash was threatened this time:
“Hey! Moore Audrey, just you wait!”
Moore Audrey huffed a couple of times, then disdainfully said:
“Hurry back home… don’t disturb Blake’s studies…”
At this point, Nash had a bit of an idea, chuckling lightly, glancing back at the little girl’s room, she even learned to complain.
Raising an eyebrow at the person on the other end of the line:
“Did Blake complain to you?”
Moore Audrey paused, covering for Blake:
“You really have a petty heart… Blake is so soft, just think with your toes about how someone as mean as you wouldn’t bully her!”
At this point, the little girl paused slightly, then continued:
“Anyway, hurry back, don’t keep shamelessly staying at Blake’s house!”
After saying that, she decisively hung up the phone.
The man put down his phone, looked at the screen with raised eyebrows, turned around to greet Russell, and planned to go home.
