Chapter 65 The Emperor (4)

As he spoke, Chu Yanhuan's black grape-like eyes were quickly covered with a layer of fog, and after blinking twice, a few tears soon fell.

The crying was miserable, so pitiful.

System 677 in the void is stunned again: [Host is awesome, come on, host, host 666~]

It sweated silently, and Lord Fu Yue really worked hard to complete the task and survive.

What a great sacrifice!

...

As if she didn't expect this little girl to cry when she said she would cry, Shen Qingjue was instantly at a loss.

The youthful cherry red lips pursed, and the delicate brows furrowed.

After being silent for a while, he changed a clean handkerchief, wiped the tears for the little girl, and comforted: "Don't cry yet."

Chu Yanhuan didn't listen to him and continued to cry.

She wasn't crying without image, but sobbing silently, her shoulders shrank, and her small body looked very thin.

A very poor one.

Shen Qingjue sighed and compromised: "Don't cry for now, if you really can go somewhere else, I can take you home."

The little girl's eyes were sparkling, and she instantly stopped crying, "Okay, I won't cry anymore."

Turning your face is faster than turning a book.

"..." Shen Qingjue was silent for a while, he withdrew his hand, and sat on the soft couch.

Chu Yanhuan also subconsciously let go of the hand holding the corner of the boy's clothes.

Then, she saw a black paw print on the other party's snow clothes.

Shen Qingjue also saw it.

"..."

Instantly embarrassed.

*

Arrived at the entrance of the Shen residence.

I saw Shen Qingjue take a little baby out of the carriage.

The driver almost stared out his eyes.

Didn't he just buy a box of hibiscus cakes!

When did this little boy run into the carriage?

"Young, Master, is this??"

Shen Qingjue glanced at him and spit out two words slowly.

"Pick it up."

Chu Yanhuan: "..."

You are the one who picked it up!

*

The first thing Shen Qingjue did when she brought her back was to let her take a bath.

The Shen family is a very expensive family.

The sophistication of the mansion is not inferior to that of princes and nobles, and there are even hot springs.

At this time, Chu Yanhuan seemed to blow up his hair.

The maids were not allowed to go in to help her wash, but the maids had no choice but to go to Shen Qingjue.

The little girl glared at the boy opposite, and said plausibly, "I can wash it by myself, I'm not too young!"

"……How old are you?"

Chu Yanhuan fainted instantly, and said weakly, "I'm six years old."

The two of them stood still, staring at each other.

Sudden.

The young man smiled, his indifferent eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and those eyes were as beautiful as the wind and snow.

He lightly opened his thin lips, "Forget it, I'll wash it for you."

Chu Yanhuan: "???"

The little girl's eyes were round and round, and her thick curled eyelashes flickered.

Before she could refute, she had already been picked up and led in.

By the hot spring pool.

The young boy's cool fingertips touched the back of the little girl's neck, causing a few shudders. Chu Yanhuan jumped a few feet away like a blown-up cat.

"No, no, I can wash it myself!"

Shen Qingjue's face was a little puzzled, as if thinking of something, he said lightly: "You don't have to be shy, you are only six years old, you are still a baby."

"..." Chu Yanhuan, a child who doesn't know how old he is.

The boy continued: "The water in the bath is a little deep, I'm just afraid that you will fall."

"Don't worry, I'm not a pedophile."

His tone was very calm, his petal-like lips opened and closed, and the color was beautiful cherry red.