Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qingjue frowned slightly.

He had never suffered such grievances, and no one dared to ask him to do such a thing, but since even his own father had done it...

"Give it to me." He said in a faint voice.

Ji Lin then handed the durian to Shi Qingjue, and then disappeared from his sight very quickly with great insight.

Shi Qingjue narrowed his narrow eyes slightly.

He lowered his eyes to look at the durian in his hand. It would be better to say that it was a durian skin than a durian. I'm afraid that Shi Hongxuan has already knelt down to gain experience, leaving only a durian skin with a flat tip...

"Xixi." He knocked on the door twice again.

There was a hint of tentativeness in his low voice, and then he carefully approached the door to listen to the movement inside.

Nan Xiyue still buried her head in the pillow and sulked.

Hearing the noise outside, she slightly lifted the pillow and glanced back, "Don't even think about coming in if you don't kneel on the durian!"

Hearing this, Shi Qingjue pursed his lips slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at the durian skin in his hand again, his clear eyes full of disdain.

But thinking that he had annoyed Nan Xiyue...

Shi Qingjue licked his back teeth, as if he had made a big decision, "It's just durian... I'll kneel."

He bent down and put the durian skin on the ground.

Nan Xiyue suddenly raised her head, and she turned her head to look at the door with some doubt, her eyes flashed slightly.

She muttered softly, "No way..."

Shi Qingjue, a stinky man who usually cares about face, would never really kneel on the durian because of her words, right?

Nan Xiyue was a little bit unbelievable, but even if she didn't believe that Shi Qingjue would really do this, she felt a little uneasy in her heart...

Finally, she threw away the pillow and turned over and sat up.

Shi Qingjue put the durian peel on the corridor. He slowly bent his legs and tentatively put his knees on the durian peel, preparing to find a suitable position to kneel down...

But at this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly opened!

Nan Xiyue suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, "Shi Qingjue! What are you doing! Where did you find a piece of durian peel!"

She immediately grabbed Shi Qingjue's wrist and pulled him up.

She looked at the durian peel in disbelief, "You kneel just because I told you to? Aren't you usually very capable!"

Shi Qingjue pursed his thin lips and looked at her.

There was a hint of grievance in his clear eyes, and he whispered, "Of course I kneel if you ask me to."

"You..." Nan Xiyue rolled her eyes in anger.

But thinking that it was indeed her rude request, she still felt guilty after all, "I, I was just joking."

She was just really angry with Shi Qingjue.

After all, getting hurt is not something you can joke about. She just wanted to get revenge on Shi Qingjue to piss him off.

Nan Xiyue lowered her eyes and glanced at his knees, "Does it hurt? The durian is so prickly when held in your hand..."

Shi Qingjue's lips curled up slightly.

He held Nan Xiyue's wrist, moved closer, and whispered teasingly, "Didn't you say you would never care about me again?"

Nan Xiyue rolled her eyes at him in disgust again.

After breaking free from Shi Qingjue's big hand, she turned around and walked back to the bedroom in anger, sat on the bed like a sullen person, and reached out to grab the pillow and hugged it in her arms.

Shi Qingjue walked into the room steadily and strode. He sat next to Nan Xiyue, put his arm around her waist and hugged her into his arms.

He tilted his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "I was wrong."

Hearing this, Nan Xiyue's lips curled slightly.

But Shi Qingjue's attitude was very sincere, "I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you about that before. I promise I won't do that again, okay?"

Nan Xiyue gently lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.

There was a little light in her delicate eyes, as if she was half-believing and half-doubting, "Really?"

"Really." Shi Qingjue's voice was very deep.

Nan Xiyue saw that he was so sincere, and the anger in her heart gradually disappeared, "Then...then as a punishment, you have to massage my shoulders. My shoulders have been sore recently."

Hearing this, Shi Qingjue laughed helplessly.

He stretched out his hand and put it on Nan Xiyue's shoulder, "Okay, I will do whatever my wife tells me."

"Who is your wife..." Nan Xiyue muttered softly.

She secretly glanced at the man with her peripheral vision, "I won't admit it if we haven't got the marriage certificate or the diamond ring yet."

Shi Qingjue's eyebrows slightly raised.

He had actually prepared the diamond ring a long time ago. It seemed that he should find an opportunity to take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as possible...

...

At the same time, Shi Qinglan sat cross-legged on the bed.

She gently leaned on the soft pillow, holding a pen between her slender white fingers, casually drawing something on the sketchbook, and occasionally looking out the window for inspiration.

"Acheng, I have never designed children's clothes. Do you think it is better to use a bow or lace?"

Shi Qinglan designed clothes for the baby when she had nothing to do.

Although she didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, she still designed for a girl most of the time. After all, she hoped to have a daughter in her heart, and occasionally she would think about men's clothing...

"All good." Bo Yucheng's lips hooked lightly.

He sent the email in his hand, then stood up and came to Shi Qinglan, bending down to look at the things in her notebook.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you designing a little skirt?"

"Yes." Shi Qinglan nodded lightly, "Girls should wear little skirts, what color is good?"

But Bo Yucheng frowned slightly.

A picture quickly emerged in his mind, a delicate little girl wearing a beautiful goose yellow princess dress, with lotus-like calves exposed, white and tender...

"No." Bo Yucheng immediately refused in a stern voice.

He took the pen from Shi Qinglan's hand, "What kind of skirts should girls wear? Just design a few pants."

Shi Qinglan looked up and looked at him inexplicably.

She took the pencil back from the man's hand, "Boys wear pants, girls should wear skirts."

"My daughter won't wear them." Bo Yucheng was unhappy.

Shi Qinglan's appearance was already high, and the baby she gave birth to must be beautiful since childhood. If she wears a little skirt again...

What if the little baby is remembered by others!

Bo Yucheng's expression was a little unhappy, "I don't allow my daughter to wear skirts, but if unfortunately a son is born, it's okay."

Anyway, he is not afraid even if the stinky boy is remembered.

Shi Qinglan slowly typed:...?

She didn't understand the man's logic for a moment, "Have you gone crazy because you're too busy at work recently? Forget it, forget it, I shouldn't ask you to decide on this kind of thing, just go to work."

Shi Qinglan said and pushed the man beside her away.

She lowered her eyes and continued to design her skirt, but at this moment, the WeChat ringtone suddenly rang, and a video call came in.