The wealthy and the cold are chasing love: the cute little wife

Chapter 41

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Shaozhe snatched the greeting card and put it in his pocket, and kept scolding, "Can I take back the gift I gave? There are no rules at all."

Danqing blinked his big watery eyes, puzzled, what is the relationship between the two?

It's normal for things he doesn't like to give to others.

Her silly appearance made Shaozhe very upset, he pinched his tender face, "Who is that other person?"

His tone was very unfriendly, Dan Qing shivered, and said casually, "Uncle driver, he drives us every day, it's very hard."

Shaozhe's eyes flickered, and he rubbed the top of her hair, "Idiot, the driver uncle doesn't care about such things, don't take them out in the future to embarrass others."

Is there a mistake?The painting is about the two of them. Can such a painting be given to others?
stupid pig!

"Hmm." muffled voice.

Is she that ugly?

Looking at the depressed little face, he hooked the corners of his mouth maliciously, touched the pocket where the greeting card was placed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

As a result of the final processing, all participants changed schools. Of course, this is on the bright side.

As for whether Young Master Han did something else in secret, only God knows who he knows.

Han Shaozhe's college entrance examination results came out, the highest score of course, and he successfully entered the most famous university in China.

Father Han wanted him to enter the military academy, but after an in-depth conversation between the father and son, he still agreed with his son's choice.

But at the same time, an order was issued to let his son enter the special forces during the summer vacation to receive the most severe closed training.

Danqing tugged at Shaozhe's sleeve, with tears in his eyes, reluctant to let go.

Woohoo, she is left alone to spend the summer vacation, so lonely.

In the past, no matter how busy he was, he would often sneak out to see her, but this time he was going to a far, far away place, so he couldn't come out.

Two full months, 61 days, [-] hours.

Seeing her wanting to cry but not daring to cry, Shaozhe felt distressed, for fear that she would cry out and he would not be able to resist.

He quickly turned his eyes away and told them one by one, "Be good, don't go out and run around, watch TV at home, do your homework, I will check when I come back."

"Ah."

"Eat three meals a day obediently, don't be lazy."

"Ah."

"Early to bed and early to rise, don't indulge in games, don't sleep in late, don't play computer all night."

"Ah."

"Exercise more every day..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, he grabbed her and raised his chin, "Don't you have something to say to me?"

Yes, many, many, countless, but they are all stuck in the throat.

Tears rolled in the eyes, thousands of words turned into one sentence, "Come back early."

Countless nostalgia and reluctance are fully revealed, floating out in strands.

His heart trembled, he pinched her face with both hands, and pulled her to the sides, "Don't cry, it's so ugly, laugh."

She twitched the corners of her mouth in cooperation, but she looked horrible.

He patted his face lightly, and sighed helplessly, "It's better not to laugh, it's uglier than crying, so ugly, so ugly."

With heat in her eyes, she threw herself into his arms, buried her head, tears streaming down secretly, and her voice was a little choked.

But pretending to be strong, "Brother, you go, don't worry about me, I will take care of myself."

His chest was wet and melted away a little bit, and his heart was tingling, but he pretended to be relaxed, "I will call back, if you don't behave, you will be miserable."

Before I left, I started to miss it.

(End of this chapter)