Lei Feng System

Chapter 31

The breakfast is very rich, with green spinach porridge, fresh and fragrant sashimi fish porridge, mushroom meat buns, vegetable buns, boiled eggs, several dishes of pickles and sauces. Fully set up the small dining table.

“What kind of porridge does Xiaochen want?” Lei Ting tried to communicate with his son.

The well-washed little dumpling was playing with Jiulianhuan with his head down, as if he hadn’t heard his questioning.

Thunder was very disappointed and looked at his son’s profile with a lonely expression.

[Dididi…] His brain is unconsciously sending out help signals.

Han Zhuoyu looked down, feeling a little stuffy in his chest. He could see that Uncle Lei wanted to be a good father, but Xiaochen couldn’t feel his heart. As long as he is unwilling, no one can force him to respond. How much patience does it take to guide an autistic child back to normal? Ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime…After all, there is no second 9527 in the world!

[Host, you can be Comrade Xiaozheng’s 9527! The moment you rescued him, you had already walked into his heart. 9527 Shanshan wakes up and accidentally hears the host’s voice, and her chest is small proudly.

Do Xiaochen’s 9527? Han Zhuoyu couldn’t imagine himself babbling like 9527, his facial paralyzed face couldn’t help being stiff. I thought about it so much, but it was just a moment. When the boy reacted, he had already held down the head of the small group, and said in a flat tone, “You, dad, dad, Zheng, present, question, talk.”

With a twist of his wrist, Xiao Tuanzi’s head was tilted towards Thunder.

Lei Chen always listened to what the eldest brother said, and raised his head to give his father a straight look.

Lei Ting laughed at once, and asked softly, “What kind of porridge does Xiaochen want to drink?” If he was asked to choose, he would serve his son with sliced ​​fish porridge, but he read Han Jiamei’s information and learned from her. Equal treatment of children’s educational experience.

Xiao Tuanzi turned to look at his elder brother and asked for his opinion.

Han Zhuoyu firmly pointed to the fish porridge, and the bear kid should eat more meat.

Xiao Tuanzi pointed to the fish porridge with expressionless expression, and his attitude was too strong.

Lei Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and scooped two large bowls of porridge for each of the two children. At the same time, 9527 received 20 points of gratitude from him and couldn’t be more satisfied.

Is this also OK? Lu Bin said that he has opened his eyes again! Sure enough, autism can only communicate with autism.

Knowing that Uncle Lei thanked himself in his heart, Han Zhuoyu felt a little relaxed and a little happy. The corner of his mouth quickly tilted, and then blankly picked up an egg and peeled it, first eat the egg whites, and then take a bite of the egg yolk and fish porridge, and eat the egg yolk and fish porridge, moving mechanically.

The small dumplings are all the same. They also peel an egg, eat the egg whites, and then use the egg yolk to make the porridge.

The two frequencies are the same, and even the expressions are exactly the same. The scene is full of joy, and the cute Lu Bin is full of meat and vegetables.

Lei Ting had already put down his dishes and looked at them with a smile. Without eating, the satisfaction in his heart is already full.

The phone on the desk buzzed and vibrated, making him frown. When he saw the caller ID, a sharp light slid in his eyes.

“Hello?” He walked to the balcony, deliberately lowering his voice.

There was a quick voice from the other end.

“Okay, I see, I’ll be here soon.” He hung up the phone, his stern face filled with murderousness, and when he walked into the restaurant, he turned into a spring breeze.

“Xiaoyu, Uncle Lei has something to do, can Xiaochen ask you to take care of it for a day?” Lei Ting walked to the boy and asked in a soft voice. He wanted to touch the boy’s soft hair but told him to avoid it, a quick flash in his heart. Lost.

Han Zhuoyu actually regretted avoiding the man’s big hand reflexively, but there was no expression on his face, and he nodded slightly.

[Ding Received 10 points of gratitude from Thunder! 】

Lei Ting looked at his son with a smile, knowing it was in vain, but still carefully exhorted, “Dad is out and will be back at night. Do you know if you want to listen to Xiaoyu’s brother at home?”

The little dumpling immersed himself in the porridge, making a sweet chirp in his mouth, and did not hear his father’s explanation.

Helpless, Lei Ting straightened up and made a look at Lu Bin. Fortunately, Han Zhuoyu was there, otherwise he really didn’t know who to entrust his son to this time.

The two went into the bedroom.

Lei Ting opened the closet, put on a stiff military uniform, and took out a handful of M1911 bombs. The hard and handsome face was full of killing.

“I’m not here, take care of the two children, and I will be back tomorrow morning at the latest.” His plain tone formed a sharp contrast with the heavy murderous intent on his face.

Lu Bin’s heart tightened, and he said with confidence, “Did you find the bald?” The bald was the culprit in the kidnapping of Lei Chen. In his early years, he trafficked drugs on the border between country C and country M, and raised a large group of private soldiers, but was later wiped out by thunder. Luckily, he escaped, and then sneaked back to Country C to wait for an opportunity to avenge him. Unable to move Thunder himself, he controlled Thunder Butler’s son and a psychologist with drugs, and tied Lei Chen out to do it.

“Yes.” Thunder loaded the magazine and pinned the pistol to his waist.

“Then you can rest assured, I will take care of Xiaochen and Xiaoyu.” Lu Bin knew that the second youngest was most worried about his son, and gladly accepted the task.

Walking out of the room, the heavy killing intent on Thunder’s face was quickly replaced by a warm smile. He stood at the door of the restaurant, staring at the two children, and strode away after a few minutes.

Lu Bin thought that the task of taking care of Lei Chen and Han Zhuoyu was very difficult, but he soon discovered that he was superfluous. Lei Chen wasn’t stupefied as usual, or he played with his fingers and nine chains silently. He didn’t have five senses, didn’t know how to be hungry, didn’t feel hot or cold, like a puppet with realistic workmanship.

He is always by the side of the teenager. The teenager threw an iPad to him when he was doing homework. The screen was round and chubby. The electronic dog named 9527 would accompany him to talk, tell him stories, and teach him how to write and count. Lu Bin searched the Internet for a long time but did not find the name of this parenting software. He felt that he was short-sighted.

In the afternoon, the teenager threw over a workbook, 1+1=2, 2+2=4, 4+4=8…Little children have learned to count even if they can’t even hold a pen.

Only then did Lu Bin realize that Young Master is not stupid at all, on the contrary, he is too clever! Compared with Han Zhuoyu, Lu Bin has to admit that the claim that many children with autism have extremely high IQs is valid.

Lunch is also very worry-free, with meat and vegetables with rich nutrition. At twelve-fifteen, the two cuddled together and slept on a sweet nap, and got up in the afternoon to watch a cartoon. When taking a bath at night, Lu Bin couldn’t get in at all. He watched in amazement as the young man skilfully took off the young master’s clothes, and hugged the young master to wash his hair and take a shower. The technique was exactly the same as that of the second master.

At 7:30 the young man started to do his homework again. The young master sat cross-legged at his feet, writing and drawing on the sketchbook in a pretentious manner. At 9:30 he played an adventure story on the iPad, and then fell asleep with his head pressed.

Lu Bin gently closed the door for the two of them, feeling very complicated. Had it not been for the young master who hadn’t said a word from his birth till now, he would have thought that the young master had returned to normal. If the second young man is at home, he would be very happy to see such a young master, right? One day, will he speak to the two youngest fathers? According to current trends, this idea is no longer a luxury.

Lu Bin thought about the future, and then he put his 183 cm big man into the young master’s crib and fell asleep in a daze. At two o’clock in the middle of the night, a slight opening of the door made him wake up quickly.

“Second Young Master, how is the situation?” He put away the guard on his face and asked in a low voice.

“It’s over.” Thunder unbuttoned his clothes.

“They are very well-behaved today. The young master has learned to count. Here, this is his workbook…” Lu Bin handed over a notebook with a very excited expression.

The book was printed with the words of the No. 1 Middle School, and it was Han Zhuoyu’s things at first glance. Lei Ting opened the reading, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t stop rising. Is this the handwriting of the son? That’s ugly! It would be nice to be able to catch up with Xiaoyu halfway! After learning how to write and count, he might be able to send him to school to receive a normal education one day. This is something that the former Thunder did not dare to think about anyway.

[Ding Received 20 points of gratitude from Thunder! 】

The crisp system tone awakened the young man. He faintly heard the voice in the living room saying that it was Uncle Lei who was back.

“Second Young Master, I will go back. Young Master’s bed is too small and I can’t sleep.” Lu Bin rubbed his sore shoulder.

“Well, I worked hard today.” Thunder sent the adjutant to the door, turned and walked to the teenager’s bedroom.

Hearing the click of the door opened, Han Zhuoyu closed his eyes reflexively and buried his head in the neck of the small dumpling. The calm footsteps gradually approached, a strong masculinity mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke hit his face, the man’s long breathing made the young man feel particularly at ease, and then a pair of big hands stroked his head, slender with a thin cocoon. My fingers are running between the hair, it’s warm…

The man sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and finally left gently.

Thunder quickly washed away the smell of blood and went to the balcony to smoke. Pestling out the cigarette butt, he took out a pistol and wiped it inch by inch with the silk cloth. There was still a trace of cold murderous in the depths of his eyes. The magazine was empty, and all seven bullets had penetrated the bald man’s major points, ending the battle of revenge. From now on, no one can hurt his child arbitrarily.

Put the pistol into the drawer and lock it, and Thunder realized that his stomach was aching. He suffered from chronic gastritis in his early years as a result of performing tasks. He did not eat all day today, and the friction of the peristaltic stomach walls triggered pain. There is no stomach medicine at home, so I can only bear it for the time being.

Frowning, Thunder took out a cigarette and tried to numb himself. And his brain is sending out help signals unconsciously.

The beep made Han Zhuoyu unable to sleep. 9527 was also woken up.

[Xiaozheng slept very soundly, it should be that Taizheng needs help, the host should go and have a look, don’t let him quarrel with the system anymore! ] 9527 muttered.

Han Zhuoyu hesitated for a while before gently peeling off the small dumpling’s hand and walked to the living room to check.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Thunder quickly pinched out the cigarette butt, put down the hand rubbing his stomach, and turned his head to look.