: Extra Story Aisha Smith III

: Extra Story Aisha Smith III

Taking a deep breath, Aisha calmed down her inner excitement, and sat on the small stool that Iger brought forward, and stepped on Iger's shoe-shining toolbox.

"Shine my shoes." Elsa smiled narrowly.

Iger didn't notice the weirdness of the young lady in front of him, but just took care of the new business with a happy face.

Feeling Iger's little hand wiping on the little leather boots, Elsa stared at the little boy's face in front of her, her eyes couldn't help but get a little wet.

She really wanted to get up and take the boy in front of her home right now, but that wouldn't work. After learning the time shifter, Elsa knew one thing deeply, and she must not reveal the future to the past in any form.

Iger's appearance is the past to himself, but the future to himself, Elsa dare not act rashly.

"Why did you come out to work at such a young age?" Elsa looked at Iger, who was carefully wiping her little leather boots in front of her, with soft eyes.

"I'm an orphan, so I can only support myself and earn some pocket money for myself." Iger was wiping his little leather boots and muttering without raising his head.

Aisha suddenly realized that when Iger said that he had just lost his parents, he should have gone back to the past to explore his life, right?

In the end, it was a wizard, and he guessed the whole thing in an instant.

"Then where do you live now?" Elsa looked at Iger curiously.

"Orphans, of course they live in an orphanage." Iger shrugged handsomely, with a look of indifference.

"Can your orphanage adopt a child?" Aisha's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course." Iger nodded, picked up the towel and rubbed the leather boots that had just been oiled.

"Am I raising you?" Elsa blurted out subconsciously.

Iger's action of concentrating on cleaning shoes suddenly stopped, and he raised his head stiffly and glanced at the girl in front of him.

Am I wearing the wrong one?

This is actually not the UK in the 1980s, but Hong Kong in the 1980s?

Miss, is your name Zhou Moumou?

"emmm...are you an actor?" Iger looked at the girl in front of him timidly.

"What?" Aisha giggled when she heard the words: "I look good? Like an actor?"

"It's nothing...I just feel that you are quite self-cultivation..." Iger muttered casually, without taking the other party's words to heart.

It's not that no one thought about adopting Iger, but they were all rejected by Iger. Otherwise, it would be easy to find an adoptive family based on Iger's cute little appearance.

"I'm serious." Elsa suddenly looked unhappy.

"I just drove away a few thugs for you. I can't afford such a reward." Iger shook his hand cheerfully: "Thanks to your patronage, it is fivepence in total."

Elsa rolled her eyes angrily, took out twenty pounds and stuffed it into Egger's hand.

"I can't find it..." Iger twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

"The rest is the tip." Elsa snorted casually.

It's your money anyway...

"Too many..." Iger frowned slightly.

In this era, the average adult man's monthly income is only more than two hundred pounds, twenty pounds, which is worth a day and a half of many people's wages.

"If you want to take it, you can take it." Aisha looked unhappy, and then her eyes fell on Ai Ge's anxious little face, and then took a look at Ai Ge's worn clothes, Aisha's nose was slightly pantothenic: "Put the things Pack up and come with me."

Iger was stunned, and looked at Aisha with some vigilance: "What are you doing? I told you that I am not a showman..."

Elsa: "..."

Smelly brother, was it so bad when I was young?

"You can come if you want." Elsa squeezed Iger's face in annoyance.

Iger hesitated for a moment, but after putting the small box in the garbage dump in the alley, he followed Aisha.

If she is going to molest me, I will...

Or since?

Oops, how can my little physique resist...

Iger's heart was pounding nervously.

Even though he thought so, Iger was still vigilantly one step away from Aisha, and followed behind him.

All the way to a children's clothing store in the city center, Elsa turned to look at Iger: "Go in."

Iger was stunned, not knowing what to do.

"Go in." Elsa grabbed Iger's little hand and led him into the store.

"Hello, are you buying clothes for this little gentleman?" Behind the counter, a woman in her twenties looked at Iger cheerfully, then chuckled and squatted down, pinching Iger's face.

Aisha looked at this familiar scene, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Iger curled his lips obscurely, and looked at the two women beside him with some vigilance.

Just because you pinch my face, if I accuse you of molestation, you have to obediently let me in...

The UK's laws on the protection of minors have always been very strict, as is the case in all Western countries.

Even if you are a teacher, you can beat your palms. If you further corporal punishment on students, you might even lose your job.

What's more, such as Japan, touching a minor without consent is considered an indecent crime...

"His clothes." Elsa nodded slightly.

"What style do you need?" The clerk smiled brightly.

"I don't need to..." Iger curled his lips: "You don't need to buy it, let's go."

Elsa reached out and rubbed Iger's little head, and couldn't help but smile: "Everything, we want it."

Iger: "???"

Looking blankly at Aisha carrying bags of clothes and leaving the children's clothing store, Aisha followed Aisha uneasily and didn't know what to do Aisha snickered inwardly when she looked at Aigar, After finding a convenient supermarket to store her clothes, Aisha dragged Iger's little hand and plunged into the mall.

"Don't buy it, don't buy it..." Iger looked at Elsa and begged: "I can't afford it."

Elsa's heart skipped a beat when she saw Iger's pitiful little face.

I want to hug and kiss...

"You don't have to pay it back." Elsa said casually.

"Then what else to buy..." Iger shrank, hoping to drag Aisha away.

Aisha smiled, pointed to the dazzling shelves and shopping malls in front of her, and smiled at Iger: "There is something here, you must have it!"

Iger: "???"

What does she want to do to me?

Did she see me?

Should I resist?

By the way, who is she? I don't even know her name...

Iger wanted to cry but had no tears on his face, and let Aisha drag him around. Seeing that bag after bag of things was carried by Aisha, Iger sighed helplessly.

Two hours later, Iger, who was completely refreshed, was sitting in a cafe a little dazedly, holding a glass of lemon juice and staring blankly at the elegant girl drinking coffee in front of him.

"Why did you buy me so many things?" Iger looked puzzled.

"I like it." Elsa lifted her chin.

I like you…

"Well..." Iger nodded slyly, and he was indeed rich and self-willed: "By the way, what's your name..."

Aisha was stunned for a while, and then she remembered that she hadn't told Iger her name.

Thinking of this, Aisha couldn't help giggling, reaching out and gently picking Iger's chin, a smile on the pretty face.

"My name is Elsa, Elsa Smith."