The Villain’s Little Cutie

Assi followed Cyril to the attic.

I haven't seen him for a few days. The boy's body has grown a lot longer, and he doesn't know how Betty has been tortured recently, and he is also very thin.

Assi sighed softly.

The man in front stopped for a while, then walked a few steps forward and opened the door.

After standing still, I looked at her with those light gray eyes and smiled: "Sister?"

The young man's voice was clear and moist, and the light gray eyes seemed to be floating with a little bit of starlight, and subtle exploration.

Asi raised his head and looked over, and saw him looking at himself steadily.

As Cyril looked at him like this, Assi was a little nervous.

Replied obediently.

Then walked in.

Cyril looked at Asi's back for a long time, his lips twitched, and the door closed.

His sight was gloomy.

Assi stopped.

Because she had been here before, she knew where the light was, walked over and turned on the light.

The room was a lot brighter in an instant.

Looking back, he will look into the young boy's eyes that are not smiling.

Cyril didn't say anything, just took the sheet from the side and spread it on the ground, and then lay on it casually.

"You go to bed, I will get up tomorrow morning and I will clean up the house, and you will live in the house."

After speaking, Cyril closed his eyes.

However, the corners of the lips that have always been closed have a gentle arc.

Asi had been lying on the bed looking at Cyril, his appearance didn't look like he was abused, he looked really good when he fell asleep and smiled.

After watching it for a while, Asi yawned greatly.

She huddled herself in the quilt and fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, there was a knock on the door.

Assi rubbed his eyes and just sat up from the bed.

Seeing that Cyril was already standing at the door, Betty's scrutiny gaze swept over.

"Assi, even though your uncle was a businessman before, he also passed away. The money he left behind is simply not enough for our orphans and widows to live, so you have to do more work when you come here."

Betty stood in the doorway, looking at the people in the room arrogantly.

The jewels on her body were so shiny that she was about to blind people.

Assi nodded and stood up.

Betty's expression softened a bit with a well-behaved appearance.

Now that Cyril is older, he doesn't listen to his own words at all. Fortunately, a little girl came, and she looked pretty good.

So Betty said, "While it's still early, go to the kitchen and cook the meal."

After speaking, as if afraid of the teenager next to him, he immediately left.

As Shi rubbed his eyes, his brain became sober.

Get ready to go to the kitchen to cook.

Cyril gave her a weird look.

"can you cook?"

With a questioning tone.

Asi nodded, his tone was quite proud.

"Of course it will."

But only a little bit.

Cyril looked at Assi for a while, pursed his lips, and followed her behind him.

She looks petite and petite, her hands are so delicate, she doesn't look like someone who can cook.

It's also helpful to follow her behind.

In fact, in the few days that Assi was not here, Cyril no longer listened to Betty because of his sadness. The young man grew tall again, and his strength was naturally greater than that of a woman, and Betty couldn't help it.

Cyril was the son of her dead husband after all. She couldn't drive him out, beat and beat him, so she could only cast her anger on her two daughters.

Julianne has always been a lazy cook.

Julia can only be told to cook.