Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 57 The boy is a little sweet [57]

The girl looked indifferent, sitting on the soft sofa, leaning against the sofa.

Her long, slender, white legs were crossed and folded into two legs.

Lazy and expensive, but also lazy and evil.

Suddenly, the girl with an unpredictable expression suddenly chuckled, and her phoenix eyes moved away from Jiang Yanci's body lightly.

She raised her eyes to look at the butler grandpa standing respectfully in front of her, and said lazily, "Then stay."

Beside him, the boy who kept his head down obediently and kept silent, his beautiful eyes lit up instantly after hearing the girl's plain words.

The originally beautiful eyes, at this moment, seemed to be filled with stars all over the sky, bright and charming.

He couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips, raised his head, and his eyebrows and eyes became more attractive.

When he looked sideways at the girl, his eyes were full of water, extremely warm and soft.

Hot eyes.

And the girl beside him just gave him a soft side face, instead of turning to look at him, she bent her lips in a small arc.

The housekeeper's grandfather was also a little surprised. He thought that he had to prepare some words to explain Shen Wanqing's decision to keep Jiang Yanci, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Seeing the tenderness in the girl's eyes from the indifferent young man, the housekeeper smiled gratifiedly.

The daughter-in-law that the wife has been longing for is finally found.

Miss Shen is willing to keep the young master, which means that the young master is still a bit different to Miss Shen.

Young master... So it's not unrequited love!

The housekeeper's grandfather smiled cheerfully, his eyes disappeared from laughter, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes wrinkled.

"In this case, the young master has Miss Lao Chen."

The housekeeper's grandfather pushed the suitcase to Shen Wanqing, said a few words, and hurried away.

If you don't leave, what if Miss Shen repents temporarily?
Looking at the housekeeper's grandfather who was about to fly away, and Mrs. Li who had just finished feeding Wangzai's milk, she muttered doubtfully while wearing her bib.

"Why is this butler running so fast? There is no ghost behind him chasing him, why does he feel like he is running away with oil on his feet?"

Shen Wanqing also withdrew her gaze from the door, and when she heard Aunt Li's doubtful muttering, she sneered and did not speak.

Then, looking at the well-behaved, silent boy beside her, Shen Wanqing slowly got up from the sofa.

She stretched her waist, revealing the fair inch of her waist.

Shen Wanqing picked up the suitcase and subconsciously weighed it a few times. It was light and fluffy, like a piece of cotton, so there must be nothing in it, right?
"Let's go."

After leaving a word, Shen Wanqing carried the suitcase and walked up the stairs.

The young man behind hurriedly followed, his long legs still had an advantage, and he caught up with Shen Wanqing in just a few steps.

Jiang Yanci stretched out his hand to take the suitcase from Shen Wanqing's hand, "Qingqing, the suitcase is heavy, let me carry it."

Shen Wanqing flicked the hand holding the box, dodging the boy's hand.

Jiang Yanci's eyes drooped, his slender eyelashes rested on his eyelids, and his white and soft face seemed a little sad.

Shen Wanqing in front of her looked indifferent, just about to take a step, she subconsciously glanced at the young man and frowned.

What is wronged?
She glanced at the suitcase she was carrying, and secretly glanced at Jiang Yanci.

No suitcase?
squeamish!

A box is also wronged!

Shen Wanqing pursed her lips, and changed the box to the other hand with a cold face, and the free hand held the hand that the boy had just extended.

Holding hands is never wronged, right?

The girl's palm was soft and fleshy, very comfortable.

The tenderness of the palm came, and the young man in front of him was still a little bit taken aback.

Blinking her beautiful eyes, she looked at the girl.

The girl turned her head away and led her up the stairs.

She opened her mouth lightly, as if explaining.

"The box is too heavy for you to lift."

Boys are really too delicate.

Can't be knocked, can't be touched, like a porcelain doll.

It has to be held carefully in the palm of your hand to protect it.

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