Chapter 65: Emperor Shi (4)

With that, Chu Yanhuan's black grape-like eyes soon covered with a layer of mist. After blinking twice, a few teardrops soon fell.
The cry was miserable, so pitiful.
System 677 in the void was stunned again: [Host is awesome, host comes on, host 666~]
It squeezed a sweat silently, Master Fu Yue really tried hard to complete the task and to live hard.
This sacrifice is so great!
...
As if she didn't expect the little girl to cry when she said she would cry, Shen Qingjue was instantly at a loss.
Juvenile Yinghong's lips were pursed, her delicate brows frowned.
After a moment of silence, he changed to a clean handkerchief, wiped tears for the little girl, and comforted: "Don't cry first."
Chu Yanhuan refused to listen to him and continued to cry.
She was not howling and crying without image, but sobbing silently, her shoulders shrinking, her small body looked very thin.
Very poor one.
Shen Qingjue sighed and said in compromise: "Don't cry first. If you can go somewhere else, I can take you home."
The little girl's eyes were shining, she stopped crying instantly, "Okay, I won't cry anymore."
Turning over is faster than turning over a book.
"..." Shen Qingjue was silent for a while, he retracted his hand and also 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 the other party's snow jacket, leaving a black paw mark.
Shen Qingjue also saw it.
"..."
It was a little embarrassing for a moment.
Arrived at the gate of Shen Mansion.
Saw Shen Qingjue taking out a little doll from the carriage.
The coachman almost stared his eyes out.
Didn't he just go and buy a box of hibiscus cakes!
When did these children ran into the carriage?
"Young, master, is this??"
Shen Qingjue glanced at him and uttered two words slowly.
"Pick it up."
Chu Yanhuan: "..."
You picked it up!
The first thing Shen Qingjue took her back was to let her take a bath.
The Shen family is extremely expensive.
The exquisiteness of the mansion is not inferior to the 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 and help her wash, and the maids had no choice but to find Shen Qingjue.
The little girl stared at the teenager opposite, plausibly: "I can wash it myself, I am not young anymore!"
"……How old are you?"
Chu Yanhuan fainted in an instant, and said weakly, "I am six years old."
The two of them stood in a stalemate, staring at them.
suddenly.
The young man smiled, his indifferent eyebrows slightly bent, and his eyes were as beautiful as broken stars and wind and snow.
He lightly opened his lips, "Forget it, I'll wash it for you."
Chu Yanhuan: "???"
The girl's eyes were round and round, and her thick, curled eyelashes flickered.
Before she could refute, she was led in after being carried.
By the hot spring pool.
The cool fingertips of the teenager touched the back of the girl's neck, causing a tremor of tremors. Chu Yanhuan jumped a few feet away like a cat with blown up fur.
"No, no, I can wash it myself!"
Shen Qingjue's face was a little confused, as if thinking of something, he said lightly: "You don't need to be shy, you are only six years old and still a little baby."
"..." Chu Yanhuan, a kid who doesn't know how old he is.
The boy continued: "The water in the bath is a bit deep, I'm just afraid you will fall."
"Don't worry, I am not a pedophile."
His tone is very calm, petal-like lips one and one, the color is cherry red and beautiful.