Second Master, your daughter-in-law has run away

Song Chuchen narrowed his eyes and smiled at Huo Shen, and said, "Ah Shen, has Uncle Li told you everything?"

Huo Shen raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh?"

Song Chuchen repeated what he said on the phone just now in front of the housekeeper without any shyness on his face.

"I said I miss you so much that I want you to come back and love me. Now that you're back, shouldn't it be time for you to love me?"

Huo Shen's face froze, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Lost, shameless."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the butler standing aside and said, "Go back to the study."

The housekeeper glanced at Song Chuchen, sighed slightly, and then pushed Huo Shen to the study on the second floor.

If you look carefully, you can see a faint pink color behind Erye's ears because of the words just now.

Song Chuchen stood where he was, and couldn't help curling his lips. Their second master is really a pure and cute little girl.

After returning to the study, Huo Shen asked the housekeeper with a blushing face, "How can a person learn to be reserved?"

"This..." The butler hesitated for a while, but couldn't think of an answer.

"Forget it." Huo Shen raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said, "You go out first, I will stay by myself later."

The butler quietly walked out of the study and waited in the next room.

About two hours later, when the butler came out from the next room, he saw the person lying openly peeping at the door of the book, and couldn't help feeling a little headache.

"Master Song, Second Master doesn't like you like this."

Song Chuchen pursed his lips and said, "Then what does he like about me?"

Thinking of what Second Master said just now, the housekeeper couldn't help saying, "Second Master, I like your reserve."

"Tsk!" Song Chuchen laughed, "I'm not reserved enough. If I were really not reserved, your second master would have been killed by me..."

The door of the study room was opened from the inside, Song Chuchen looked at Huo Shen's gloomy face inside the door, and couldn't help swallowing the rest of the words.

Huo Shen looked at him indifferently, and said, "How long ago?"

Song Chuchen smiled flatteringly, "Ah Shen, I didn't say anything."

Huo Shen glanced at him coldly and said, "Come in with me."

Song Chuchen glanced at the butler, who kept telling him with his eyes, "Be sure to be reserved."

Song Chuchen blinked to show that he knew, and then obediently followed in, closing the door behind him.

Huo Shen turned the wheelchair and walked to his desk, took out a new diary from the drawer, and said, "Come here."

Song Chuchen walked over obediently, squatted in front of him, and said, "Ah Shen, I'm here."

"Don't get too close, move back."

Song Chuchen took two steps back aggrieved, and said, "Is this okay?"

"En." Huo Shen handed him the notebook and said, "Sit here and write 'reserved' a thousand times, and you won't be allowed to have dinner if you can't finish writing."

"what?"

"Write."

Song Chuchen took the notebook, with a sad face, "Ah Shen, I have a bad stomach, are you willing not to let me eat?"

Huo Shen said coldly, "I tried it, and I can finish it in two hours if I write carefully."

As he said that, Huo Shen spread out another diary on the desk for him to read, on which several pages of "Reserved" were densely written. The strong and powerful font was just like him, very pleasing to the eye.

Song Chuchen asked with a bitter face, "Do you really want to write?"

"If you don't write, you are not allowed to see me for three days."

Song Chuchen had a headache. He was provoking someone. To be honest, he would be punished. Why is it so difficult to tease a man?

Song Chuchen put the diary on the table, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll write it."

"Well, let's write."

Huo Shen's expression was calm, but it could be seen that he was in a good mood at the moment.

He turned the wheelchair to the side, took out a book from the bookshelf, spread it on his lap, and started to read.

Confused, Song Chuchen took a pen from the pen holder, and resigned himself to his fate to write "Reserved".