Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

"Where is Miss?"

The night in Haicheng is different from the deserted places nearby. Singers, actors, vendors, and people shopping are all indispensable.

Even after returning to the Yan family mansion, I can still feel the excitement outside.

Faint sounds came from the scene, and amid the peaceful singing and dancing, there was no hint of war.

Yan Shuping handed the top hat to Lao Liu who came up to him, and immediately looked around.

Sure enough, no one was seen.

"Miss, you went to class in the afternoon and you haven't come back yet?"

Old Liu put his hat on the shelf in the living room and smiled: "I should be going to the Liyuan."

"Huh, she has nothing to do all day, so she just goes there to join in the fun."

"Miss, don't you still manage the accounts of several shops for you? Mr. Accountant said that he is more meticulous than him."

Speaking of this, Yan Shuping couldn't hold back the smile on his face, but he always said a few words: "She has the ability, but she doesn't have the character, and she can't settle down at all."

"I used to think that if she could marry Luo Congyan, it would save her too much trouble. Unfortunately, she doesn't like it."

He just likes the living King of Hell who is frightened by everyone.

From now on, she will still have to take care of such a huge family business by herself.

Old Liu made tea for him on the side, but continued to help him talk: "Miss has her own opinion, and she has a sense of proportion."

"I know that if I force her to marry someone she doesn't like, she won't be happy. With her dog-like temper, she can make me very upset."

"..."

And Yan He, who the two thought was joining in the fun in the opera garden, was sitting behind a desk at this moment, holding a brush in his hand and writing strokes one by one.

One hand was pressed on the table, with a happy posture and a calm expression.

With a little force on my wrist, I hooked it back skillfully, and the last word was completed.

A beautiful Chinese homework is ready.

She carefully put down the brush.

I didn't even have time to wait for the last bit of ink to dry. I moved the ruler away, held a corner of the rice paper with both hands, raised it in the air and glanced at it, wanting to show it to the person sitting on the right.

But she turned around and looked at his slightly serious eyebrows, and silently put down the rice paper.

I'm trying to find something else to do for myself.

The man's deep voice slowly came over: "Have you finished copying?"

With that said, he got up from his position, walked around the long table and walked to her side.

I naturally picked it up and admired it for a while.

His expression was really too bland, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The person who has always been very confident in his handwriting couldn't help but feel shy.

Just when she was about to reach out and take it back, the rice paper returned to the table.

Carefully avoid the ink on the side that is open to the air, and spread it out flatly.

"Well written."

Even when he praises others, he does so lightly.

Yan He knew that his character in this world was like this, and he didn't care about him.

Moved the hand that was held just now.

"You go and do your work while I clear the table."

Since the two started talking that day, she would be invited to the chief minister's residence for various reasons every now and then.

Because she often comes here after class, she has not completed any homework assigned by the school.

Chu Qingzhou asked Lu Zheng to find this table a few days ago.

It's just right for her.

Fortunately, the study room is big enough and has two long tables, so it doesn't look crowded.

Yan He wanted to raise his hand, but the hand holding her refused to let go.

He gently pulled her to the chair next to him and sat down.

Before she could ask.

The headmaster had already begun to help her sort out her textbooks and homework, and they were neatly placed on the corner of the table.

Clean the brush and ink saucer.

Yan He's eyes followed his figure, and with his full eyes, he followed him wherever he went.

It was clearly a pair of hands that held a gun all year round. When holding her, she could clearly feel the hard cocoon on them.

But when he picked up the brush, he did it slowly and leisurely. If you ignore the cold eyebrows and the cold military uniform.

It does have a bit of a literati feel to it.

Yan He curled his lips, and his two legs hanging under the chair swayed back and forth unconsciously.

After the desktop that was messed up by her was finally clean and tidy.

The leader, who was extremely dignified in front of outsiders, turned around and squatted in front of her.

It's like she has some kind of skin disease. If she doesn't touch her, she will get sick.

He took those green onion-like hands, put them to his lips and kissed them: "Going for a walk?"

"Are you done with your work?"

Yan He was a little surprised.

After all, she had really felt how busy he was the last few times she came here.

Her fingers curled slightly, trying to avoid his overly hot behavior.

But it's all in vain.

No matter how gentle this person appears now, the domineering nature that permeates his bones cannot be changed.

She couldn't pull her hand away, but he held her tighter.

"...You pinched me."

"Feel sorry."

The kiss that originally fell on the fingertips really relaxed a little.

But he still controlled his strength, not giving her a chance to break free.

"No, but you can go out for a walk."

ten minutes later.

The man in military uniform changed into a navy suit vest, paired with a long pointed collar shirt.

Wide lapels, low collar, and high button fastening.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

Some people are born to be clothes hangers and look good no matter what they wear.

If you ignore the gun holster on your waist, you really look like a wealthy businessman from Haicheng.

There was also a black embroidered cloak hanging on his arm, which was a bit out of place for him.

Yan He lowered his eyes and glanced at the black modified cheongsam he was wearing today, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

But thinking that he shouldn't have that kind of personality, I just regarded it as a coincidence.

When someone came up to me, he praised me without hesitation: "You look good in this outfit."

Unexpectedly, he suddenly said: "Do you think it's good?"

"...You look good no matter what you wear."

The man said no more.

He held her in his arms and walked out.

It's almost June. The weather is already a little warm during the day, but when the wind blows at night, it's still cool.

The broad palm slid down the slender arm and touched the exposed jade wrist: "Is it cold?"

"not cold."

Yan He was telling the truth.

She was actually dressed quite warmly, so just this small section of her arm didn't have any impact.

"If it gets cold soon, put on your cloak."

"I'm not cold."

"Okay, if it gets cold, put it on again."

"..."

By the light, Yan He glanced at the exquisite embroidery.

"Where did you get this cloak?"

She didn't suspect it was another woman, but she was a little curious about how he prepared it.

"It was done at the clothing appraisal shop in the South District. You didn't like to go there in the past."

The prices in the clothing store are not low.

Thinking of the gold bracelet he gave me a few days ago, he also prepared a cloak for me today.