Thousands of years old silly white sweet

Xiujue discovered that Dong Changqing had a strange ability to easily manipulate his emotions and control his behavior.

This peculiar ability is very dangerous for Xiujue, if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss of eternal doom.

But when he faced Dong Changqing, his strong vigilance and self-control were thrown into the sky.

No one will fortify a "little fool".

Therefore, Xiujue didn't know that when he suppressed his anger and tried his best to smile at Dong Changqing, he was already falling.

"Do you want to come up?" He asked softly as if he hadn't heard Dong Changqing's words.

Dong Changqing stood in place, thinking and thinking.

Well, Xiu always wants to go to the second floor, he won't run away, it hurts to jump from the second floor.

People who skip it have a deep understanding.

Dong Changqing shook her head, "I'll wait for you here."

If he didn't go up to the second floor, he must still be angry about what happened this morning.

Xiujue recalled the words he said in the morning, and felt more and more fierce at that time.

In fact, it is just the most common appearance of Xiujue.

Xiujue sighed imperceptibly, while thinking about how to appease Dong Changqing, he walked upstairs quickly.

After a while, Xiujue changed into her pajamas and walked down with the quilt in her arms.

Dong Changqing approached courteously, "I, I'll help you!"

Aunt Wang was right, he had to repay Mr. Xiu, if Mr. Xiu left him alone, he would be miserable, so he had to do what he could.

The more Dong Changqing was like this, the more uncomfortable Xiujue felt.

"No, I'll be fine." Xiujue said, freeing up a hand to rub Dong Changqing's messy hair.

He likes the hair of winter evergreen very much, it feels like fine silk, thin and smooth.

"Okay then..." Dong Changqing was used to his actions, and she didn't feel anything. She turned her head and walked into the room on her own, and casually glanced at the European clock hanging on the wall of the corridor. Dong Changqing had already I'll check the time, it's 11:30.

For Dong Changqing, who fell asleep on time at seven o'clock, and it was late at night after 11:30, he asked Xiujue suspiciously, "Why did you come back at this time?"

Xiujue's footsteps faltered, "I, I left a very important document here."

Xiu Zong and files are two closely connected words. Where there is Xiu Zong, there are files. Dong Changqing didn't doubt it, and walked briskly into the room, "Fortunately, you are back. I don't like to stay by myself. Originally, Aunt Wang promised me not to leave at night, but she still left, she lied to me."

Dong Changqing repeated again, "Fortunately, you are back."

Xiujue didn't want Dong Changqing to continue talking. If Dong Changqing continued, he might kneel down and admit his mistake.

It's just tormented.

"Well... where do you want to sleep?"

Although the morning light is not as good as the noon sun, Dong Changqing likes it equally. He threw himself on the bed, rolled over, and was already lying down by the window in the blink of an eye. He stared closely at it with those baby-like eyes. Looking at Xiujue, there is a smile that seems to be absent from the corner of his mouth.

A strange word appeared in Xiujue's mind.

pure desire.

Pure and lustful.

"Mr. Xiu~ what are you looking at, come and lie down!" Dong Changqing patted the place beside her vigorously, her tone and eyes full of anticipation.

Damn!

For some reason, Mr. Xiu, who was always vigorous and vigorous, walked slowly to the other side with the quilt in his arms like a squeaky little daughter-in-law. Before he put the quilt on the bed, the light on the bedside table was turned off.

Not being able to see his eyes, maybe the guilt is not so deep.

There was a sudden darkness in front of her eyes, causing Dong Changqing to groan incomprehensibly, "Huh?"

Immediately afterwards, he felt a person sitting heavily on the side, and the mattress sank into a piece, "Mr. Xiu?"

"Huh?" After turning off the lights, lying on the bed and talking with others at night, this kind of slightly warm thing, Xiujue has never experienced, he had such a little expectation that after Dong Changqing called his name, he would say something.

Dong Changqing said, "You are so heavy."

"...Sleep."

"it is good!"

Dong Changqing needs a lot of sleep, if it wasn't for the loud thunder outside, he wouldn't be woken up, "Then I'm going to sleep, good night, Mr. Xiu~"

It was the first time for a child to be so polite, but Xiujue was pleasantly surprised, "Who did you learn from?"

Dong Changqing turned sideways, curled up, pulled up the small blanket around her waist, covered her shoulders carefully, and then answered Xiujue's question, "And SpongeBob SquarePants."

This cartoon is really good.

But doesn't SpongeBob live alone?Who do you say goodnight to?

A scene suddenly appeared in Xiujue's mind.

SpongeBob is lying on the high bed, and said to the little pink snail on the ground very artificially, "Good night, little snail~"

The tone is exactly the same.

So...he was treated as...

Forget it, don't think too deeply.

"Good night."

"..."

"Winter."

"Huh-huh-"

The sound of the pattering rain and the faint sound of snoring seemed to be a well-designed sleep aid, which made the eyelids of Xiujue, who was not very sleepy, heavy. When he was about to fall asleep, Xiujue suddenly remembered a very important thing.

Aunt Wang will come to work at 06:30 tomorrow morning, if she sees him sleeping here.

Then he...

Isn't it embarrassing.

The image of the president must be indestructible.

Xiujue forcefully opened his eyes and sat up with some difficulty.

His mobile phone is on the second floor, so he needs to take it down, set an alarm clock for six o'clock, and get up before Aunt Wang comes to work.

However, there was a hand hidden under his quilt, and his fingers hooked the corner of his clothes.

Dong Changqing, who was already asleep, didn't use any effort, so Xiujue didn't realize it before, but now, with a slight movement, he can separate the fingers that are closely connected with his pajamas.

Xiujue was inexplicable, and he didn't move for a long time.

The willpower to maintain the president's image overcame the vague throbbing in his heart.

When he retrieved the phone, Dong Changqing had swaggered and occupied the whole bed, and Xia Liang was kicked to the ground, saying that he didn't sleep well, and the blanket was still tightly covering him.

"It's really..." Xiujue bent down, and carefully took off his hand that was placed on his pillow.

Dong Changqing snorted, her body crooked even more outrageously, almost lying on her side.

Xiujue sighed lightly, not intending to touch him, but lay down beside the bed.

The rain stopped outside, and the drowsiness disappeared.

Xiujue tossed and turned, and couldn't help but glance at Dong Changqing.

He also sleeps like a child, with his mouth open, his tongue against his upper teeth, his arms bent and placed beside his head, his hands seem to be holding something, and his fingers tremble from time to time.

It's really cute, so cute.

Just as Xiujue was staring at Dong Changqing, Dong Changqing suddenly turned sideways and faced Xiujue, pulling the two of them very close in an instant.

As it got closer, Xiujue's breath was filled with the smell of evergreen.

It is fragrant.

He can smell it a lot lately.

Pure and clear, as if in a forest in the snow.

Such a pleasant smell, coming from Dong Changqing's body, made Xiujue unconsciously move a little closer to him.

……

Xiujue didn't know when he fell asleep, he slept deeply and had a strange dream.

In the dream, he kept walking forward in the white snow, which was boring and tiring.

Finally, he heard a sound other than footsteps on the snow.

"Why don't you eat?"

Xiujue raised his eyes and saw Dong Changqing, wearing the dark blue pajamas, squatting in the snow with a troubled expression, and two or three little snowmen in front of him.

After asking the question, Dong Changqing said in a thinner voice, "I can't eat snow, I am also snow!"

Seemingly amused by her self-questioning, Dong Changqing sat down in the snow and laughed.

"Winter evergreen."

Xiujue called him.

Dong Changqing looked over and frowned, "Why is it you?"

As soon as the words fell, Dong Changqing disappeared into the boundless snow.

"Winter Evergreen!"

Xiujue was awakened again.

He stared blankly at the white ceiling, not forgetting his anxiety and urgency in the dream.

crazy.

Perhaps mental illness is contagious.

what time is it?

Looking at the misty sky outside the window, Xiujue breathed a sigh of relief, pushed away the legs that were resting on her body, got up and left Dong Changqing's room.

At 06:30 in the morning, Aunt Wang arrived at the villa on time. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Mr. Xiu sitting on the sofa in full dress, with a newspaper in his hand and a cup of coffee on the coffee table.

"Mr. Xiu...how did you..." Aunt Wang was confused, not knowing whether she should have spoken so early or came so early.

Xiujue glanced at her indifferently, and repeated the lie, "I left a document here, and I came to pick it up last night, it rained too much, so I just stayed here."

Aunt Wang had a weird expression, and Xiu Jue had a weird expression too.

Damn, why does he have to explain so much!

"Then, I'm going to prepare breakfast now, just as Dongdong wakes up and can eat it."

Xiujue shook the newspaper and continued to read, ignoring Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang walked into the kitchen with her head down, complaining in her heart.

Also the president of a big company, so old-fashioned, she now uses her mobile phone to read the news.