my villain is too cute

Chapter 208 My Little Poor (22)

Xie Feng didn't say whether he believed it or not, he signed it quickly, and ordered someone to send over the household registration booklet.

Han Jin flipped through the household registration book, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and he nodded lightly:

"I will return it to you after I move Xiaohuan's account out."

Xie Feng smiled flatteringly, and hastily said yes, a trace of treachery flashed across his eyes,
Han Jin glanced at him meaningfully, feeling amused in his heart,

Humans are indeed the simplest creatures...

Looking at the cutie in his arms with sideways eyes, his pupils were a little warm, and he patted the person in his arms lightly, motioning him to get up.

Xie Huan raised his head, his eyes were like the surface of a calm sea, he didn't look at Xie Feng again, fearing that he could not control his emotions, he asked ferociously:
"What's wrong!"

Han Jin touched the tip of his nose helplessly, his black pupils were full of doting:
"Do you need to pack your things?"

Xie Huan pursed her pink lips, and Mo Shen's eyes lit up with stars. He didn't know what he thought of, and he felt inexplicably awkward.

"use."

Hearing this, Xie Feng concealed the resentment in his eyes, and quickly said: "Then you go, I happen to have something to do."

Xie Huan gave Xie Feng a disdainful look, got up with a sneer and walked out of the living room, Han Jin nodded gently and followed, holding his hand.

Xie Huan glanced at the person at the door, parted his lips, and walked upstairs quickly without saying a word.

Bai Xiaojie looked at the thin back, tears of guilt filled her eyes.

Xie Huan's house is in the attic on the highest floor. The place is very empty, but very damp.

There is only a small skylight above, and a single bed next to the wall is uncomfortable to look at, and there is a dilapidated desk next to it.

In the rest of the place, there are colorful paintings everywhere, which are perfect from line to style.

Basically, it is the scenery outside, with blooming flowers in spring, green trees in summer, geese flying from north to south in autumn, and auspicious snow in winter.

Each painting evokes feelings of warmth, hope, and light.

Xie Huan looked at the painting, paused for a second, with unclear emotions in the depths of his eyes, walked to the desk and squatted down, there was a large cardboard box below, with a few rolled paintings inside.

Xie Huan picked up the painting and stuffed it on Han Jin who was observing, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a soft voice:

"Hold it well, don't drop it."

Han Jin hugged her obediently, hesitated for a while, and asked:
"Then take these paintings away?"

Xie Huan pursed his crimson lips, his crystal-like eyes were rippling, and his eyes were sparkling, as if he was suppressing something.

"bring."

Han Jin looked at the cutie with distress, leaned over and kissed the dimple on the boy's cheek with a gentle voice.

"Then I'll clean it up for you."

"it is good."

Xie Huan touched his cheek, his thick long eyelashes blocked his pupils, making it difficult for people to see the emotion in his eyes.

The boy turned around and continued to pack his things in silence. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the gloom on his body dissipated a little.

Like a dark abyss, a ray of light gradually shines into it. Although it is almost invisible, it can show a bright way for the trapped beasts inside.

The tenderness in Han Jin's eyes became more and more intense, this is an emotion that can only appear when looking at that young man.

Walking slowly behind the boy, Han Jin looked at the boy's delicate and fair side face, and gently stepped forward to kiss him again.

She fondly rubbed her cheek against his hair, her movements were childish.

Finally, he smiled triumphantly, turned around and continued to tidy up the pile of paintings.

Xie Huan turned around in a daze, and looked at the woman squatting to pack her things.

(End of this chapter)