[Quick travel] It's all because the host is so charming

The low-end Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the Qin residence.

This is Song Qi's second time here, and she seems less reserved than the first time. When she saw the familiar little maid last time, she greeted her with a smile.

The little maid was flattered and clutched her heart, as if she had a thumping monster in her heart: he is so cute, so cute, too cute!

Qin Shu brought Song Qi into the house, and Song Qi looked around for a while, how strange, apart from the steward and servants, Qin Shu seemed to be the only one in the house.

"Is there no one else at home?" Song Qi asked.

"Master spends the night outside on weekdays, Madam left early, and Young Master almost grew up alone." The little maid stood beside him and explained in a low voice.

Song Qi suddenly felt sorry for Qin Shu.

His father and mother also perished a long time ago, and they handed over the huge monster clan to him who had just developed his spiritual wisdom, so Song Qi could well understand the loneliness of growing up alone.

As long as he thought of the little Qin Shu eating, reading, and studying alone in the villa, with no one to chat with, Song Qi felt uncomfortable.

"Come here." Qin Shu interrupted his thoughts, stood in the kitchen and waved to him.

"Here we come!" Song Qi immediately put on a sweet smile and ran towards him excitedly.

"What is this?" Song Qi asked doubtfully, pointing to a large ball of flour in the basin.

"Margarita biscuits." Qin Shu grabbed Song Qi's little hand and washed it under the faucet, reached out to take off the apron hanging on the side, and gave Song Qi an instruction, "Open your hand."

Song Qi obediently opened her hand to let him manipulate her, and asked curiously, "Are we going to make biscuits?"

"Hmm." Qin Shu wrapped his arms around his waist and neatly tied a knot on the back of the apron. His warm breath brushed against Song Qi's ears, and this gesture seemed to pull him into his arms.

"The waist is too thin." Qin Shu said "Tsk", "It doesn't feel like holding it."

Well?Song Qi black question mark?

If you have the ability to dislike me, then you have the ability to let me go!

Qin Shu hugged him for a while, and his deep, smiling voice knocked on Song Qi's heart through Song Qi's ears: "Song Qi, I found out that I really like you so much, what should I do?"

Song Qi choked for breath, her heart was beating fast.

He must organize his language well this time. At such a serious moment, he can't lose face, can't make embarrassments, and can't spoil the atmosphere!

However, Qin Shu let go of him without waiting for him to respond, and when he retracted his hand, he still pinched his waist lightly, pretending to be disgusted and said: "It's all bones, broken hands."

Song Qi: "..."

Give me another 2 minutes, hello!

"Come on." Qin Shu skillfully cracked two eggs into the flour, and the series of movements were smooth and smooth, pleasing to the eye, and he looked like a great artist!

Song Qi stared straight at him, standing aside, eager to try.

"Come and try?" Qin Shu handed him the blender, he looked extraordinarily gentle now, like a prince who came out of Song Qi's dream.

Song Qi stirred the batter clumsily and laboriously, always feeling that the mixer was the owner, why did it start to become disobedient once it was in his hands?

Qin Shu came up from behind and held his wrist loosely. The tall shadow almost enveloped him all at once. Song Qi was so nervous that he shook his hands and almost knocked over the basin.

"That's not how you stir, idiot." Qin Shu supported the basin in his hand that was about to fall, and almost pushed Song Qi up against the kitchen countertop, and inserted his cool fingers into Song Qi's mouth one by one. Fingers, driving him to stir the flour slowly and vigorously.

Such a posture was intimate and dangerous, Song Qi felt Qin Shu's heartbeat and breathing behind him, and his whole body was about to be in a mess, where could he care about flour?