Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

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

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

Lazy and noble, and lazy and evil.

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

She raised her eyes and looked at the grandfather the housekeeper standing respectfully in front of her, and said lazily, "Then stay."

The boy next to him, who had been keeping his head down and kept silent, heard the girl's calm words, and his beautiful eyes instantly lit up.

At this moment, the originally good-looking eyes seemed to be filled with the stars in the sky, dazzling and charming.

He couldn't help bending the corners of his lips, raised his head, and his eyebrows became even more moving.

When he looked at the girl sideways, the water in his eyes was full of water, and it was extremely soft.

Hot eyes.

The girl beside him just left him a soft profile face, instead of turning to look at him, she curved the corners of her lips in a small arc.

The housekeeper's grandfather was also a little surprised. He thought that he would have to prepare a speech before he could tell Shen Wanqing to keep Jiang Yanci, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

When looking at the cold boy looking sideways at the tenderness in the girl's eyes, the housekeeper's grandfather smiled gratified.

The daughter-in-law that Madam longed for was finally settled.

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

Young master... It turns out that it is not unrequited love!

The housekeeper's grandfather smiled happily, his eyes disappeared from the smile, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes were wrinkled.

"If that's the case, then the young master has Miss Lao Shen."

The housekeeper's grandfather pushed the suitcase to Shen Wanqing, said a few words, and then quickly slipped away.

If you don't go, what if Miss Shen regrets it temporarily?

Looking at the grandfather the housekeeper who was about to fly away, and the sister-in-law Li, who had just finished putting Wangzai's milk, she muttered suspiciously while wearing her bib.

"Why is this butler running so fast? There are no ghosts chasing him behind him. Why does he feel like he is running away with oil on the soles of his feet?"

Shen Wanqing's eyes were also withdrawn from the door, and she sneered when she heard Sister Li's doubtful and murmured words, but did not speak.

Then, looking at the well-behaved boy beside him who had not spoken, Shen Wanqing slowly got up from the sofa.

He stretched his waist, revealing that inch of whiteness around his waist.

Shen Wanqing lifted the suitcase and subconsciously weighed it a few times. It was light and fluffy, like a piece of cotton. Could it be that there was nothing in it?

"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 legs still had an advantage, and he caught up to Shen Wanqing in just a few steps.

Jiang Yanci stretched out his hand to take the suitcase in Shen Wanqing's hand, "Qingqing, the suitcase is heavy, let me carry it."

Shen Wanqing swept away the hand holding the box, dodging the outstretched hand of the young man.

Jiang Yanci's eyes drooped down next to him, his slender eyelashes resting on his eyelids, and his soft and white face seemed a little sad.

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

What is wronged?

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

The box you didn't mention?

squeamish!

A box is also wronged!

Shen Wanqing pursed her lips, and with a cold face, switched the box to the other hand, and the free hand held the hand that the boy had just stretched out.

Holding hands is never wrong, right?

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

The tenderness of the palm came, and the young man in front of him was slightly stunned.

Beautiful eyes blinked lightly, looking at the girl.

The girl turned her head away and led up the stairs.

She spoke lightly, as if explaining.

"The box is too heavy, you can't lift it."

Boys are really squeamish.

No knock, no touch, like a porcelain doll.

It has to be carefully held in the palm of your hand to protect it.

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