The fortune-telling little dragon cub is spoiled by the villain's brother

Chapter 18 She Plays the Floor
In order to make sure whether Xi Chen really left, Shen Muyao stood up and went out to have a look.

But when he stepped into the living room again, he only saw a little guy on the sofa whose head was lighting up.

She was drowsy holding the thick May [-]rd. The book was huge, and being held in the arms of the little girl made her body even smaller.

Shen Muyao walked over lightly, not wanting to wake her up.

He sat down beside her and couldn't help poking her chubby little face with his hand.

The white and tender skin was soft and smooth, like a hard-boiled egg.The little guy looks like his head is on fire, which is quite cute.

"Shen Qiqi? Shen Qiqi? Wake up quickly."

Shen Muyao reached out to poke the little girl who was already asleep.

She gets sleepy when she reads a book, so how will she learn in the future.

"Brother, Qiqi is so sleepy. Hug~"

The little girl raised her eyes in a daze, her voice was soft and waxy.He stretched out his hand in the direction of Shen Muyao, she is so sleepy now~
Shen Muyao frowned imperceptibly, with a look of distaste on his face, but he still stepped forward in a strange way, and hugged the little girl.

The little guy was very soft, and hung on Shen Muyao's body in a milky ball, and he did not forget to hug his neck with his little hands.The innate milky scent of children lingers in Shen Muyao's nose.

He's not used to the smell, and it smells weird like this.

However, if it came from the little guy, it would smell very good for no reason.

Shen Muyao's movements were extraordinarily gentle, and every move seemed cautious.

The butler just came in from the door at this time, and captured such a scene.

Out of face, Shen Muyao didn't say anything unnecessary.

"I'm just afraid that if something goes wrong with her, the old man will come to trouble me again."

Shen Muyao tried to explain indifferently, but his slightly cold face was not as unkind as before.

"Sir, where will the little lady sleep tonight? We haven't found a nanny here yet. If we let her sleep by herself, she is still young, so I think she will be afraid."

Guan truthfully expressed his concern.

Indeed, the little girl was too small.

"Sleep in my room."

Shen Muyao spoke suddenly, his words made the butler quite unbelievable.

Immediately Shen Muyao added another sentence: "She lays the floor."

housekeeper:? ? ?
Where is this going! ?

Let a child play on the floor?
Is this what people do?

"Sir, if you don't mind, I can take the little lady to my house to sleep. I have a granddaughter who is six years old this year. I think it would be nice for two children to be together."

When the butler said this, Shen Muyao's face collapsed visibly to the naked eye.But he didn't seem to notice, he was still muttering to himself:
"As far as I know, sir, you have never raised a child, so this method may be a bit rusty. It is not difficult to take care of a three-and-a-half-year-old child, but if you take care of it, sir, I don't know if you can live until tomorrow."

Shen Muyao: "..."

Can he die without speaking?
"Her surname is Shen, my child. Why do you want to sleep at your house?"

Shen Muyao gave him a cold glance, and his tone did not give him any face.

Immediately, he picked up the little girl and went upstairs without looking back, for fear that the people behind would come and snatch the child like him.

The housekeeper watched him run away, and stood behind him carefully: "Sir, don't grab the quilt with the young lady in the middle of the night! A three-and-a-half-year-old child is not easy to take care of, why don't I come?"

After the words fell, Shen Muyao didn't reply, but the housekeeper shouted in his direction again: "Sir, don't kick the quilt!"

(End of this chapter)