The Villain’s Little Cutie

Assi said seriously.

He looks serious, pursing his lips tightly, holding Han Sheng's hand with one hand, which is not easy to bully.

The class leader took the money bag in his hand and said: "Girl, Han Sheng has grown up in Lianchunyuan since he was a child, he might not be able to live without this..."

When Han Sheng heard these words, he raised his eyes slightly, his eyes cold.

He knows too much about pitying Chunyuan, how could the host let him go.

Chunhong stared at Han Sheng, and said weakly, "Well...ask Han Sheng's opinion. I think Han Sheng must be reluctant to leave..."

Chun Hong smiled and glanced at Han Sheng threateningly.

Asi shook his head firmly, "Don't ask Hansheng, I will take Hansheng away today, otherwise..."

She hummed twice and threatened: "From now on, there will be no pity for the Spring Garden in Beijiang."

It was full of momentum, and immediately calmed the host and other people.

it mizzles.

Asi is holding Hansheng in one hand and an oil paper umbrella in the other.

"Hansheng, are you hungry?"

She stopped, approached slightly, squatted down and looked at Han Sheng.

Han Sheng saw what he looked like in Asi's eyes. He pursed his lips and whispered, "I, I'm not hungry."

Asi: "I originally bought the jujube paste and wanted to eat it for you, but I lost it. Or, let's go in line now?"

In a questioning tone, Han Sheng hadn't heard anyone talk to him like this for a long time.

With a soft voice, he looked away.

Gently hmmed.

Assi suddenly laughed, and even his eyes were exaggerated.

Layer by layer, very dazzling.

Even the hand that held Han Sheng was very warm, bit by bit, as if to warm his whole person and his internal organs.

Asi first took Han Sheng to Huichuntang.

After bandaging the wound on his body, he went to the Jiahe Pastry Shop.

Because of the shooting in the morning, there were not many people on the street where the home and the pastry shop were located.

So Asi quickly bought several bags of pastries.

Smell bursts of aroma.

Suddenly, Han Sheng's stomach gurgled.

He lowered his eyes, a trace of embarrassment across his pale face.

Suddenly a piece of jujube mud cake was handed over to his mouth.

Han Sheng raised his eyes.

Assi: "Open your mouth."

He only dared to take a small bite, but his swarthy eyes kept staring at Asi.

She took another piece from the inside and stuffed it whole into her mouth.

The white and tender cheeks were bulging, maybe it was sweet, and those black eyes suddenly narrowed, full of satisfaction.

Hansheng quietly licked the debris from his mouth.

Suddenly felt that this jujube mud crisp.

It's really delicious.

Asi brought Han Sheng to the house in the bamboo forest.

She has been quietly looking at Han Sheng's expression.

Sure enough, he showed a look of surprise, but he was quickly covered up.

"Um..." Asi took Han Sheng to the grave of the black cat, and said nonsense: "I had a black cat called Hei Hei, and suddenly it died one day. I saw you buried it here. , And then built the house here."

Han Sheng was taken aback and whispered, "You raised the black cat?"

Asi rubbed Hansheng's head and said softly, "Sister Asi."

Han Sheng lowered his eyes, unable to distinguish his emotions.

"Sister Assi."

Assi smiled with satisfaction and continued: "I raised Heihei, but it always runs outside, so I went to Lianchunyuan to look for you because I wanted to..."

Han Sheng looked over and saw Asi's serious face.

Her dark eyes seemed to be covered with hazy smoke, her eyelashes curled slightly, blinking.

She whispered: "So, I'm here to repay you."