Spoiled! The yandere boss and his soft doll

Since Joao's transgression, Christine has not spoken to Joao much for three days.

"Manman, what do you want to eat tomorrow?strawberry cake?"

"Hmph!" "

I'll be able to finish this in a while, can my Manman accompany me?"

"Whoever told you to mess around last time should be given a small punishment." I

know I can remind you by your side, but there are times when I don't notice, every time you get hurt, I don't go crazy?

Even he himself could not forgive.

"Hmm......"

Christman also knew that he was wrong, and even his tone was much more tactful.

"Well, stay by my side, or ......" will be injured again, what can I do.

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sunset glows on the mountains, the trees are shady, and a fresh breath comes to the face.

Joao took a stack of photos from Lowan's hand and looked at them intently.

There are about fifty or sixty photos, and the protagonist in the photos has never changed, and it is Christman.

There is the appearance of Christman holding her chin and selling cuteness, and there is also the joyful appearance of Christman chasing the back of a butterfly in the yard, and even when eating cake and eating it on his face, Joao has captured these things.

Joao himself occasionally appears on camera and takes photos with Christman, from the beginning of the deliberate Krisman to cooperate with Joao, to now gradually evolve into a penchant for capturing on the sidelines, Christine has become accustomed to the sound of the camera clicking that often rings in his ears.

At first, Christman was uncomfortable and even refused, but then João said, "I want to record every moment of your life and these memories with me."

"Okay then. Christman was the softest, and when she heard such a good reason, she didn't refuse anymore.

Lowan watched Joao examine each photograph, and when he saw one of them, he would stop and stare at the photo for a long time, and then he would be distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Finally, he curled his lips and took out the photo separately and set it aside.

"Look at this, Manman just refused to wear this dress at the time, I coaxed her for a long time to put her on, why is she so coquettish? I love beauty so much, but it was night at that time, how could I wear short sleeves to play in the yard? You said yes?"

Joao squinted, his eyes swept over and over again Christman's facial features, flying hair and arrogant and aggrieved little expression because of refusal in the photo.

"Yes, it was spring, and it was time to add clothes. Lowan nodded, responding to Joao's words as usual.

She was very impressed by this, when Miss Christine played with some water mischievously, and a piece of the edge of her little dress got wet.

But Christman really liked the little dress and didn't want to change it, and Joao wanted her to wear the same style dress as his own in the morning.

At that time, with this excuse, Joao forcefully let her be replaced.

She remembered Joao's triumphant expression.

"Speaking of which, it's going to be autumn too, you let Gu Wen or Uncle Fu, no matter who he is, let them go and prepare Christman's autumn clothes and winter clothes quickly.

Joao finished checking them, gently lifted the photos up like a baby, stood up, picked up the bag next to him and stuffed it in.

After putting them neatly away, I took them to the innermost small room on the third floor.

"Yes.

Loban followed in Joao's footsteps, then opened the door of his room and hurried back without stopping.

She knew that Joao would be in the room for some time once he entered the room, and that she would have to go back and look after Christman, who was still napping.

Joao walked into the room, and a smell of people who had not lived for a long time came to his nose, and several windows were sealed by him, so that no sunlight could penetrate at all, except for the small half window in the middle.

In the dark room, only a subtle light shines on the floor through the gaps, which looks a little weird.

All the people in the house, whether it was the attendants or the hosts, they knew that this was João's forbidden place, and no one was allowed to set foot in it, so João did not ask them to come in and clean it, but simply wiped it himself.

Joao didn't turn on the light, but walked into the room by the faint light, and the darkness did not affect his steps and speed.

He skillfully came to a bookshelf, although there were not a few books in the shelf, but they were all strange things.

For example, a folded dress, a few small brocade boxes, and a bow, and next to it is a half-eaten cookie, but it has been left out for too long and is moldy and damp.

Joao ignored the broken cookie, and didn't even bother to throw it away, instead muttering to himself the largest box on the shelf, "It's going to be full again." "

Through the dim environment. Vaguely, you can see that this large box is full of photos taken by Joao for Christman.

If you count it, you can probably hold more than a thousand photos in a small box.

Joao washes his photographs every three months or so, and he likes the satisfaction of having a lot of Christman's photographs at once.

And on the floor of this shelf, there are already two boxes neatly placed there, and now after Joao puts a few of them in his hand, Joao puts this box on top of these two boxes, so that there are three boxes in total.

In addition to these, there are several pieces of Joao's puzzle in this room, which can be placed here, which can be said to be his favorite.

Joao looked at the shelf and looked like there was nothing left, he began to look at this room, this room is not big or small, but he and Christman still have a long time in the future, this bit of space is probably not enough, "Not enough, not enough shelves, not enough boxes, dismantle those paintings, and put my things." "

He's going to fill it up someday, after all, it's a memory of him and Christman.

Like an expert who likes to collect all kinds of treasures, he began to pace around the room.

While walking, I looked back and forth on these cabinets, and saw where there was a little dust at the bottom, and when I found it, I would pick up a wet paper towel and wipe it gently, as if I was admiring my masterpiece, proud and satisfied.

João reveled in his own world, staring at the object every time he came, and then laughing low in the room, or in a daze, while his mind played out memories of the object over and over again.

He was pulled back into the real world by a knock on the door.

"Little master, Miss Christman has woken up and is looking for you.

"Okay.

As soon as Joao went out, he saw Christman rushing towards him, and before she could get close to him, he pulled the door of the house with all his might, and locked it fiercely.

As he caught Christman, he glanced over the black wooden door to the side.

He thought of a way.

The idea of getting his Chrissman to volunteer to stay in the room and wait for him.