Gogo, the male god of quick time travel

Chapter 456 World One: Senior, Your Junior Sister Lost 17
In the end, without knowing what happened, the inexplicable Sheng Qinghua took Yan Lang to her room.

Thinking back carefully, I originally said I was going to visit the courtyard garden, but as I was talking, I came to her room... This god unfolded.

Before pushing open the door and entering, Sheng Qinghua looked at Yan Lang and said embarrassedly, "Well, the room might be a little messy, senior, don't laugh."In fact, it has always been tidy and tidy, but she doesn't like people entering her room casually, so everything is messed up when it is moved.

Looking back, there were no messy things, and Sheng Qinghua was relieved.But she forgot that when she got up this morning, she changed her clothes and threw them away...
"Why don't you go in, I'm a big man", Yan Lang said so, but he didn't leave at all.

The corner of Sheng Qinghua's mouth twitched slightly, this man was really persistent and domineering sometimes, but he still tried to persuade him, "No need, the senior is my friend!".The implication is that friends can share, and then they open the door and go in.

Behind Yan Lang's gloomy eyes flashed past and returned to his cold look, looking at Sheng Qinghua's back was inevitable, he didn't want them to be just friends.

Sheng Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief when he went in and saw that he was still very clean and tidy. Fortunately, the image was still there.

Yan Lang, whose eyes seemed to be patrolling his own territory, looked around, saw that the room was elegant yet cute, looked at the warm appearance with you and smiled, "Qingqing's room is very cute."

But when she saw the intimate photo of Sheng Qinghua and Li Haoran on the bedside cabinet, her pupils shrank, and then she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I'm curious if Qingqing has any photos of her childhood."It was not at all uncomfortable to ask.

"Um, a photo from my childhood?!" Sheng Qinghua was taken aback for a moment, then she dug out a thick photo album from the cabinet and sat on the bed, patted the seat next to her and said, "Senior, come and sit down."

Yan Lang was not polite either, and sat down directly, the two of them were very close.

Smelling the woman's fragrance from Sheng Qinghua, although Yan Lang pretended to be calm, his eyes became darker and darker, and his possessive desire came out, as long as he suppressed it desperately.

And Yan Lang's man's breath rushed into Sheng Qinghua's nose, the faint bamboo fragrance was very pleasant, and he also blushed.

"You, take a look." Sheng Qinghua handed him the photo album.Yan Lang slowly opened it with a chuckle, and saw a picture of Sheng Qinghua with braids and a big red padded jacket, smiling happily with fireworks in his hand, as cute as a little fairy boy.

Yan Lang rubbed it with his fingers without any trace, and then smiled, "Qingqing, very cute."

If they get married in the future, their daughter will be as cute as Qingqing.

As for whether he will get married or not, Yan Lang has never thought about it, isn't that an ironclad matter?

"That was worn during the Chinese New Year," Sheng Qinghua explained with a smile, "This suit was specially made for me by my grandma. Although it is not very delicate, I like it very much."

Sheng Qinghua smiled proudly and happily, this is the love and care her family has for her.

Seeing that Yan Lang turned over a small wooden swing, she cried and hugged tightly to the small wooden swing and said with a smile, "This is because I like swings but can't play on them, so my father carved one to coax me."

Thinking of something, the eyes were tainted with sadness, "But I was beaten to death by brother Haoran when I was a child, and it's gone."There is a lot of regret and nostalgia in the words.

That one was given to her by her father, and it was also carved by her own hand. She has always been very precious.At that time, I happily shared it with Brother Haoran, but it was waxed to death by him.

Because I can't sit on a real swing, but I still long for it, and that is a sustenance-like existence.

So until now, I have never asked for those things that are easy to rot, because it will remind her that it is a dream that is easy to break.

(End of this chapter)