One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

After Shen Handeng finished eating, he put down the tableware, and subconsciously reached out to the side, but it was empty.

The hand hanging in the air paused slightly, then slowly retracted.

Lingqiong got up, poured a glass of water in the kitchen, and put it next to him.

Shen Handeng picked it up naturally again, took a sip and put it down.

...

Ling Qiong washed the things, stepped out of the kitchen with her front foot, and was held down by someone on her back foot, and hid in a corner next to her.

Shen Handeng covered her mouth to keep her from making a sound.

There was movement on the stairs outside.

In the whole villa, it seems that only the stairs are not carpeted, and they are wooden stairs, so the footsteps are very clear.

The light swayed from outside, and Ling Qiong was blocked by the cold lamp, so she couldn't see what was going on outside.

The corner was narrow, and the two were forced to sit next to each other.

Shen Handeng was obviously not used to it, his body tensed up, resisting such contact.

Ling Qiong motioned for him to let go, but she wouldn't bark.

Shen Handeng hesitated, and let go of his hand.

Ling Qiong took a breath, and the tip of her nose was covered with the faint floral fragrance from Shen Handeng's body, which smelled very good.

The light outside gradually faded away, footsteps sounded on the stairs, and finally calmed down.

Shen Handeng didn't go out immediately, but waited for a while to make sure there was no problem before going out.

"What are you afraid of?" Ling Qiong felt baffled, "Are you afraid of being discovered by someone after you eat late at night?"

Shen Handeng walked upstairs without saying a word.

As soon as Shen Handeng left, Ling Qiong felt that the surroundings were gloomy, so she hurried to follow.

Shen Handeng didn't say a word after that, but still kindly pointed Ling Qiong to her room.

...

After Lingqiong returned to the room, she fell asleep.

Awakened by the witch's knock on the door the next day, Ling Qiong sat up and rubbed her hair, then went to open the door dissatisfied.

The witch had a dark face, "What time is it, are you still sleeping? Put on your clothes and go downstairs."

The witch threw Lingqiong a suit of clothes, turned and left.

Ling Qiong: "..."

It's just an NPC, don't be angry, it's too cheap to compare with NPCs.

Ling Qiong looked at the clothes, it was a small black dress, it was pretty, and the texture was good, and she felt a little better.

She changed her clothes and went downstairs, where only the witch was preparing breakfast.

"Send it to the young master." Lingqiong came down, and the witch directed her to deliver the food.

There is a tray on the dining table, which contains exquisite breakfasts. The quantity is not large, but the variety is rich.

Shen Handeng's room is at the end of the corridor, and the door is different from other doors, so it's easy to recognize.

Ling Qiong raised her hand to knock on the door, and as soon as she dropped her hand, the door opened a crack by itself.

No one showed up.

Ling Qiong stood for a few seconds, poked her head in from behind the door.

The house was in a mess, and all kinds of things were scattered on the carpet at the door, obviously overturned by the owner.

It has already been delivered once, but it was overthrown by Young Master Shen.

Let her deliver it now?

Lingqiong retracted her head, knocked on the door first, then pushed it open, and walked in swaggeringly.

The room was much bigger than hers, Ling Qiong glanced at it, but didn't see anyone, and finally set her eyes on the big bed.

The thick quilt is slightly bulged, in the shape of a person.

Ling Qiong went over and lifted the quilt, but there was no one inside, and the two pillows lay quietly inside.

"..."

Grass!

Master ran away?

Running is definitely not running.

Lingqiong saw someone on the window sill behind the curtain.

Shen Handeng was still in the same white pajamas, standing barefoot on the balcony.

The platform outside the window was about fifty centimeters wide, and he stood there, facing the rising sun, his whole body seemed to be coated with a faint golden glow.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Handeng turned around abruptly when he heard the sound.

He was very close to the edge, turned too quickly, slipped under his feet, and fell into the void.

Lingqiong's pupils narrowed slightly, and she moved faster, stepped up on the stool next to her, grabbed Shen Handeng, and dragged him in.

The two fell back inside.

Although the floor was covered with carpets, the weight of two people fell on the ground, and it was no different from the fact that it was not covered.

Ling Qiong made a cushion for Shen Handeng underneath, and her little face wrinkled into a ball in pain.

Ling Qiong pushed the man away, panting in pain, "What are you doing? Standing there early in the morning, do you want to jump off the building?"

"Are you okay?"

"You try at the bottom?" Ling Qiong was annoyed.

"..."

Shen Handeng sat there stiffly, as if he didn't know what to do.

Ling Qiong fell hard, and after a while she felt a little better.

"Help me up."

Shen Handeng let out an 'oh', and helped her up clumsily.

Looking at Shen Handeng's face, Ling Qiong calmed down a lot.

Shen Handeng's skin is fair, which may be the reason why he hasn't seen the sun all year round, but his skin is very good, the kind that girls would be jealous of, and he looks 'good-looking' from head to toe.

Ling Qiong: "What were you doing just now?"

"Breathable."

"..."

Breathable You need to run outside?

Shen Handeng said again: "If you hadn't appeared suddenly, such an accident would not have happened."

"You blame me?"

Shen Handeng was noncommittal, but the meaning was—blame you.

Ling Qiong squeezed out a smile, drooped the corners of her mouth, and pointed to the dinner plate next to her, "Eat your breakfast."

Shen Handeng went over and lifted the dinner plate.

Lingqiong: "???"

What's wrong with you.

...

The witch seemed to know that Shen Handeng would not eat, so when Ling Qiong went out, she had brought a new one.

"Give it to the young master until the young master eats it."

"..."

Ling Qiong went in with the breakfast, sat next to her, and started eating with a spoon.

She was starving to death.

Of course, the most important thing is to feed yourself.

Shen Handeng was originally standing by the bed, seeing her posture, at first he didn't understand what she wanted to do.

It wasn't until Lingqiong was about to eat with a spoon that he realized it. He walked over a few steps and made a gesture to lift the plate.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qiong was protecting the plate, "I'm not allowed to eat if you don't eat? You're not hungry, I'm hungry, I don't want you to abuse people like this."

"Don't eat!"

Shen Handeng's appearance at this time was very similar to the one who yelled at her 'don't touch him' last night.

A lot of fierce.

Ling Qiong secretly rolled her eyes and ignored him at all.

"..."

Shen Handeng stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly lifted the quilt, returned to the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover her whole body.

Ling Qiong: "..."

Ling Qiong finished her breakfast and went to work with an empty plate.

The witch looked at her a little strangely, but she didn't suspect anything.

"You will deliver breakfast in the future."

Ling Qiong squeezed out a smile, "Okay."

Ling Qiong was very thankful that she had eaten Shen Handeng's breakfast.

The witch didn't prepare breakfast for her at all. If she didn't eat it, she would be hungry all morning.

The witch has no other plans for the time being, so Ling Qiong returns to her room to look at the illustrated book.

There are 18 pictures on the page of Shen Handeng in the illustrated book.

Relying on her best eyesight, Ling Qiong found the short introduction.

Shen Han Deng.

The heir of the Shen family, but Shen Handeng's stepmother controlled the Shen family, and he was tortured by his stepmother for various reasons since he was a child.

The young Shen Handeng had no way to resist, but could only bear those.

When he grew up, his temper had become very eccentric.

If it wasn't because he was the only heir, all his property would be donated after he died, and he would have been forced to death by his stepmother long ago.