Quick Wear: The Villain's Spoiled Little Beauty

【.......】Song Jiaojiao thought she got up quite early, but she didn’t expect that breakfast time had already passed.

So, when she changed her clothes and appeared in the living room.

Everyone looked over there. The girl had long, slightly curly hair that fell neatly on her weakened shoulders.

The hem of her light pink princess dress was wrinkled to create a beautiful sense of layering. As she walked, it spread out like a blooming flower. She was so delicate and charming at such a young age, stealing all the astonishing glances.

Madam Rong was the first to react, "Jiaojiao is awake, are you hungry?"

Song Jiaojiao walked over and acted coquettishly: "I'm so hungry, Mom~"

"Butler Mu, the bird's nests warming in the kitchen can be brought out now."

"Okay ma'am"

Madam Rong hugged Jiaojiao, raised her hand to touch her hair, and gently blamed her:

"Girl, you got up but didn't call your mom. It's so high on the third floor, why didn't you take the elevator?"

In order to take care of Song Jiaojiao's health, Rong's father specially asked someone to design a pink elevator so that people would not feel depressed or stuffy inside and the air could flow smoothly.

There were even people keeping watch on her, for fear that Jiaojiao might get into an accident while taking the elevator and they wouldn't be able to discover it in time.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm in good spirits today. I can walk up the stairs to exercise my strength."

Song Jiaojiao said this, glancing over at the boy.

Unexpectedly, the other person was also looking at her. When their eyes met, she blinked and smiled and said hello:

"Good morning, Brother Yuan"

"Good morning"

Lu Yuan's eyes flickered, and he responded to her calmly before looking away. The extremely intense heartbeat in his chest showed that he was not at peace.

After Mrs. Rong took Song Jiaojiao to the restaurant.

Several designers also measured the sizes they needed.

Soon only Jobs and Lu Yuan were left, and the servant led them to the special barber shop where the incandescent light was a bit dazzling.

Lu Yuan cooperated with Jobs throughout the whole process and he didn't know how much time had passed.

After Song Jiaojiao finished her meal and her family doctor completed a series of examinations, she ate the cut fruit. Not far in front of her was a large LCD screen, which was playing the cartoons that the original owner liked to watch.

Jiaojiao was chewing the peach absentmindedly, her eyes always on the corner of the hallway.

[Host...I can broadcast it live for you] Liu Liu couldn't help but speak.

【.......Okay】Song Jiaojiao looked embarrassed.

Can she say she forgot? Ahem, the almighty 66.

Before Liu Liu could make a move, footsteps were heard behind him, and then Jobs' voice rang out:

"Mrs. Rong, I've finished cutting the young master's hair."

Song Jiaojiao and Rong's mother turned their heads at the same time, and for a moment they didn't recognize him.

I saw that the boy standing not too far away had smooth and docile hair, which was no longer heavy as before and looked refreshed.

A few strands of hair were draped on his forehead, his sword-like eyebrows, dark eyes, and pale thin lips added a bit of melancholy, but his facial features were made more three-dimensional and profound by the new hairstyle.

He changed into a well-fitting white shirt and black pants, and his whole body exuded a cool temperament. From a distance, he looked like an elegant and handsome young man from a noble family.

It's just that this young nobleman is too thin, has no killing power, and is even a little cute.

"Ah, Jobs's cooking skills are getting better and better. This is my Xiao Yuan? I almost didn't recognize him. This child is so handsome after being dressed up."

Madam Rong came back to her senses, her words were surprised and gentle, she praised him generously, and waved her hand, saying:

"Xiao Yuan, come and sit down. There are freshly cut fruits here. Come quickly."

Mrs. Rong herself was a child with difficulty giving birth. Due to physical reasons, she only gave birth to a premature Rong Jiaojiao. Deep down, she really wanted to have another boy to keep Jiaojiao company, as Jiaojiao's health had been very poor since childhood.

She was most afraid that after a hundred years, Jiaojiao would be left without anyone to take care of her. The huge Rong Group would have no one to look after it, and she would not feel at ease handing it over to others.

If I could have another boy, he would be able to inherit the company when they are gone.

You can also continue to protect Jiaojiao and make her worry-free for the rest of her life.

Now, when she saw Lu Yuan, who was good-looking and well-behaved, she thought of the child's pitiful life experience and the harsh abuse he had suffered when she saw him.

When the doctor examined the child in the morning, the child's body was covered with bruises of varying depths.

Some of them were scratched by no apparent means.

The scar left behind is light but long-lasting.

I don’t know what’s going on inside the child’s body. We’ll have to go to the hospital for a check-up to find out. I don’t think the condition is good, as he’s enduring so much pain at such a young age.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Rong felt a surge of pity and heartache.

As a parent, she hated to see child abuse the most. Xiaoyuan was only two years older than Jiaojiao, and she was only ten years old, but she had to endure so much bad treatment.

At this moment, she really treated Lu Yuan as her own child.

He seemed to be a decent person, and as we lived together every day, feelings slowly developed over time.

Lu Yuan felt the sincerity from Rong's mother and was slightly touched. He walked over slowly and sat down.

Song Jiaojiao was also stunned for a moment. She had to say that the villain's appearance was even better than the child stars and models in the entertainment industry. It was completely natural, and his skin was white, but a little dry.

It seems that I should ask the beautician at home to do facial hydration more often in the future.

"Come, Brother Yuan, eat some fruit. Jiaojiao will feed you. Ah, open your mouth."

The girl's sweet voice came into my ears, and then a white and tender hand held a fork and slowly handed over a light pink peach.

When Lu Yuan came to his senses, he subconsciously opened his mouth to catch the fruit.

Wait until you realize what you have done.

He was at a loss for words for a moment, the tips of his ears tinged pink and his cheeks heated slightly.

Seeing the boy's regretful expression, Song Jiaojiao laughed and pretended not to know and asked:

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

Lu Yuan quickly chewed it twice; the peach had a light sweet fragrance and was juicy.

He had never eaten anything so delicious.

In the orphanage, there were always only hard steamed buns and watery white porridge, occasionally with some salted dried vegetables that tasted astringent and strange. The meat was rotten and had a fishy smell.

Fruit is only available on special holidays, and it is the kind of sour plums that are hard to swallow.

He always thought that fruits were only sour and bitter.

He only realized today that fruits can be so fragrant and sweet. He thinks he will remember this taste forever.

"Mm, it's delicious, thank you... Jiaojiao"

When Lu Yuan said the last two words, no one knew that he had already rehearsed them countless times in his mind last night.

Song Jiaojiao was very happy because just now, Liu Liu said that the villain's blackness value had dropped by five points. She held the fork and handed over another piece of cantaloupe:

"You're welcome. If you like it, Brother Yuan, eat more. I'll have it every day from now on."

This time, Lu Yuan didn't let the girl feed him. He took the fork and nodded.

"it is good"

Mrs. Rong became more and more satisfied as she saw how harmoniously they got along. The scene of the two siblings sitting together watching TV and eating fruit satisfied her beautiful fantasy.

So, Rong's mother stared at this pleasing picture and her smile became more bright and gentle.

After lunch, Mrs. Rong went to take a nap, leaving the servants to accompany them.

Song Jiaojiao looked at the villain and said, "Brother Yuan, follow me."

After saying that, she took the boy's hand that was hanging by his side and led him towards the back garden.

Lu Yuan felt the strength of her little hand and followed her.

His eyes were dark as his gaze fell on two pairs of clasped hands. The girl's hands were delicate and soft, smoother and more delicate than he had imagined.

When they reached the back garden, the girl let go of his hand, and he felt a flash of loss, but he didn't have time to think about where this emotion came from.

Jiaojiao's soft and sweet voice sounded: "Brother Yuan, look, these are the flowers I like, there are many kinds.

Look, this is a rose, this is a crabapple, and this is a lily. Aren’t they beautiful? And over there is a rhododendron, and over here is a peony. Books say that it is the king of flowers.

But I think every flower has its own beauty, and I like them all.”

The girl was flying through the sea of ​​flowers like a butterfly. When she said the word "like", her eyebrows were curved and her eyes, bright as stars, were shining brightly.

Her smiling face is more beautiful than flowers.

This scene was deeply engraved in the boy's heart.

So much so that when he recalled it many years later, he was still moved.

The girl's voice continued:

“You know, my favorite flowers are actually roses and plum blossoms, because roses come in many colors, each color is beautiful and romantic, and plum blossoms also come in pink and white.

But my favorite is the red winter plum, which is especially beautiful when it snows. However, its flowering period is very short, and it is very difficult to find the pure dark winter plum variety.

Dad found one, but the gardener didn’t take good care of it, and now I don’t have any winter plums…”

Song Jiaojiao recalled the original owner's memories. She didn't know if it was the original owner's emotions that were at work, but she felt a little lost.

Looking at the flowers in the garden, the nose is filled with charming fragrance.

"Brother Yuan, I once had a dream. In the dream, the whole villa was surrounded by flowers, and there was a whole courtyard full of dark plum blossoms. Outside the window were large patches of small roses. It was really beautiful."

Lu Yuan's thin lips were pursed into a line. He looked at the inexplicable emotion between the girl's brows, his black eyes darkened imperceptibly, and he asked softly:

"Madam Rong and the head of the family love you so much, now all these have come true, right?"

"no"

Song Jiaojiao shook her head, walked towards him, and whispered mysteriously.

"Because my mother is allergic to pollen, my father doesn't like to buy flowers. Apart from the gardener and the servants, I am usually the only one who comes into this garden. But..."

Her eyes were dark and bright, and she said with a smile:

"Now we have you, Brother Yuan. You can come here anytime in the future. I like staying in that pavilion the most."

As she spoke, Song Jiaojiao raised her hand and pointed to the large white pavilion not far away.

And what about myself... Lu Yuan couldn't grasp the secret strange feeling in his heart.

I had no choice but to raise my eyes and look in the direction the girl was pointing.

I saw a pavilion standing in the huge sea of ​​flowers, surrounded by flowers, with only a small stone path left.

The top of the pavilion is like a blooming morning glory, supported by seven or eight white pillars. It is carved with some three-dimensional patterns and inlaid with a golden round lamp on the top, which seems to be used for lighting.

There were light-colored curtains hung around the pavilion, but now they were hung high, leaving only a thin layer of white gauze.

These should be designed to take care of Jiaojiao's body. The wind blowing from the sea of ​​flowers is very cool, and it is easy to catch a cold.

There is a large space in the middle of the pavilion, which contains everything you need, including stone tables, stone benches, and soft couches for resting and lying down.

It's no exaggeration to say it's a small room.