The Villain’s Little Cutie

Han Sheng's reputation in Beijiang is getting bigger and bigger.

Many people know that there is an amazing young man named Han Sheng in Beijiang.

Cold life, cold life.

People always think his name is too deserted, but those who have met him can only say that it is really a cold life.

Indifferent, people can't feel the anger in him.

Outside the Jiahe shop.

Mr. Zhang looked at the cold life in a gray robe and walked over.

His face was not as admired as before, but more serious.

"Han Sheng, I really didn't misunderstand you at the beginning. I originally thought that Asi's younger brother should be a very gentle boy. Unexpectedly, you do have the ability and are cruel."

Yes, just like the original self, how can I do what I do today without being cruel.

Han Sheng pursed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were gloomy.

"Mr. praised."

Mr. Zhang looked at Han Sheng's overly cold face, frowned and asked, "A Si is your sister?"

Han Sheng's face moved slightly, his eyes were indifferent and cracked, but his words were full of strong possession.

"No, Asi is not my sister."

The tone was firm, with a little madness.

What Mr. Zhang cares about is not Hansheng’s tone, but...

"Then take the liberty to ask, your parents now..."

Han Sheng's eyes were cold, "They are all dead."

His tone is really not good, even a little cold.

The boy's face was pale, with blushing lips and swarthy eyes.

Even the fragrance of jujube in the air couldn't melt the chill on his body.

Seeing the young boy's slightly raised eyebrows, Mr. Zhang felt a pain in his heart.

Mr. Zhang: "Sorry."

Han Sheng nodded, "It's okay."

Han Sheng bought jujube cakes for Asi, thinking about the little girl's preoccupied look recently, he went to buy cakes again.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I ran into Ning Hanyan.

The girl did not wear school uniforms, but wore a tender pink slim cheongsam, which perfectly outlined the body.

The shoulder-length hair was perm into fashionable little curls.

Ning Hanyan had seen Han Sheng a long time ago, and his eyes were shining.

Softly said: "Hansheng, do you also like to eat Jiahe's jujube paste?"

Han Sheng responded to her, with gentle ripples spreading across his eyes.

"It's not me, Assi likes to eat."

"Asi..." Ning Hanyan looked in a daze, "Is that the older sister who came to pick you up from school?"

Han Sheng: "Yeah."

"So it's your sister."

Ning Hanyan curled her lips and smiled, her face very sweet.

Unexpectedly, Han Sheng suddenly curled his lips, "Not my sister."

Those faint black eyes looked straight at Ning Hanyan, curled his lips, and said with a charming smile: "I like her."

I like her.

It was the first time Ning Hanyan saw Hansheng speak in such a gentle tone, so gentle that made her feel jealous.

The girl's hand suddenly clenched and her knuckles turned white.

Some ugly clenched his lower lip.

"Hansheng, I, I like you..."

The voice was small, with a slight tremor.

Just when Han Sheng was about to leave, she suddenly said, "Han Sheng, would you like me without her?"

Han Sheng stopped.

The black eyes were heavy.

His pale face looked like white jade in the sun, and his delicate eyebrows were like the most poisonous medicine in the world.

He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes flickered, and every click was very attractive.

Han Sheng: "Perhaps."

Perhaps, a single sentence seemed to ignite the last glimmer of hope in Ning Hanyan's heart.