Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

  Chapter 57 Youth is a little sweet【57】

  The girl looked cold, sitting on the soft sofa with her back leaning against the sofa.

  The long, slender, white legs are crossed and folded into Erlang's legs.

   Lazy and expensive, and lazy.

  Suddenly, the girl with an unpredictable look suddenly chuckled, and her phoenix eyes lightly moved away from Jiang Yanci's body.

  She raised her eyes to look at the grandpa butler standing in front of her respectfully, tickled the corner of her mouth, and lazily said, "Then stay."

  The young boy who has been obediently lowered his head in silence, his beautiful eyes instantly brightened after hearing the girl’s light words.

  The originally beautiful eyes, at this moment, seemed to be full of stars in the sky, bright and charming.

  He couldn't help but bend his lips, raised his head, and his eyebrows became more moving.

  When she looked at the girl sideways, the water in her eyes was very warm and soft.

  Her eyes are burning.

  The girl beside her just left him with a soft profile face. She didn't turn to look at him, but her lips curled slightly.

  The housekeeper's grandfather was also a little surprised. He thought he had to prepare some words to make it clear that Shen Wanqing left Jiang Yan's speech, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

  As he watched the indifferent boy side his head and looked at the tenderness of the girl’s eyes, the housekeeper's grandpa smiled in relief.

Mrs.   The daughter-in-law she was thinking of was finally settled.

  Ms. Shen is willing to keep the young master, which means that the young master is still somewhat different to Miss Shen.

  Master...It turned out not to be unrequited love!

  Grandpa the housekeeper smiled happily, his eyes disappeared, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes wrinkled.

   "If this is the case, then the young master will have Miss Lao Shen."

  Grandpa the housekeeper pushed the suitcase to Shen Wanqing, said a few words, and quickly slipped away.

  Don’t leave, what if Miss Shen repents temporarily?

  Looking at the grandpa butler who was about to fly away, and Mrs. Li, who had just finished putting Wangzi's milk, whispered suspiciously while tying her bib.

   "Why is this butler running so fast? There is no ghost chasing him behind him, why is it a little bit of oil on the soles of his feet and running away?"

  Shen Wanqing's sight also withdrew from the door. Hearing Li's murmur in doubt, he chuckled and said nothing.

   Then, looking at the well-behaved and silent boy next to him, Shen Wanqing slowly got up from the sofa.

   stretched his waist, revealing the white inch of the waist.

  Shen Wanqing lifted the suitcase, and subconsciously weighed it a few times. It was light and fluffy, just like a piece of cotton, wouldn’t it be empty?

   "Let's go."

   After leaving a sentence, Shen Wanqing carried the box and walked up the stairs.

  The young man behind him hurriedly followed, his leg length was still very advantageous, and he caught up with Shen Wanqing in just a few steps.

  Jiang Yanci stretched out his hand to take the suitcase from Shen Wanqing, "Qing Qing, the suitcase is heavy, let me carry it."

  Shen Wanqing waved his hand holding the box, avoiding the hand extended by the young man.

Jiang Yanci next to    dropped his eyes, and his slender eyelashes were on his eyelids, and his white and soft face seemed a little gloomy.

  Shen Wanqing in front of him was indifferent. Just about to take a step, he glanced at the boy subconsciously and frowned.

  What is wronged again?

  She glanced at the box she was carrying, and then at Jiang Yanci secretly.

  The box you didn’t mention?

  Squeamish!

  A box is also wronged!

  Shen Wanqing pursed his lips, and changed the box to his other hand with a cold face. The hand that was free held the hand that the young man had just stretched out.

   Holding hands is not wronged, right?

  The girl's palm is soft, fleshy, and very comfortable.

  The gentleness of the palm came, and the young man in front of him was slightly surprised.

  The beautiful eyes blinked and looked at the girl.

  The girl turned her head and led up the stairs.

  She spoke lightly, seeming to be explaining.

  "The box is too heavy for you to lift it."

  Boys are really too squeamish.

   Can't be knocked, can't touch, like a porcelain doll.

  You have to hold it carefully in the palm of your hand.

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  (End of this chapter)