Endless Pampering Only For You

Han Yuexiu didn't speak.

Fu Shuai just asked so casually, even if he didn't answer, it was fine.

What you want even if you give everything.

This is not the case for everyone.

How long has passed.

Han Yuexiu drank a lot of wine, murmured his thin lips while holding an empty wine glass.

"Yes, I really want to, but ... I can't."

A shadow appeared in his mind.

...

Han Yuexiu is not a good drinker. He seldom drinks alcohol, but seems to have drunk a lot recently.

That day, he returned to his old house very late.

When I came back, the wine was already awake, and there was no obvious alcohol in the body. It should have been treated outside before returning.

Old people used to go to bed early, so the lights in the old house were dimmed.

When Han Yuexiu came back, the servant opened the door for him and spoke softly.

As soon as he was about to walk up the stairs, he noticed a familiar head on the sofa.

He walked over.

Han Qiqing lying on the sofa came into his sight.

Her little hand was still on her forehead, her head was slumped, and she looked a bit silly.

The maid on the side explained in a low voice, "Ms. Qi Qing has been playing with her mobile phone on the sofa since she took a bath, and she fell asleep. We called her, but she refused to return to the room, and we didn't know what to do. "

Han Yuexiu squatted down, squinting at her sleeping face.

A strand of hair dangled from her cheeks, making her uncomfortable.

She frowned and dialed with her little hand.

But I couldn't get my hair off.

Han Yuexiu's eyes narrowed and he lifted his long fingers to help her pinch the disturbing hair behind her ears.

Her whole little white face was exposed in front of him.

Holding her closed eyelids, he couldn't help thinking of her in the closet today, those eyes staring at him, looking at him brightly and intently.

He shook his heart, stretched his long arm and hugged her.

He said to the servant, "I'll take her back to the room."

The maid was relieved.

He held Han Qiqing and walked upstairs steadily.

I didn't expect to meet my father in the stairs.

The father looked at him and asked, "Returning so late?"

Looking down, he noticed Han Qiqing in his arms.

Han Yuexiu tightened his fingers and explained to his father, "I talked to a friend about something and came back to see Qi Qing falling asleep on the sofa in the living room, so I hugged her to keep her from getting cold."

The father looked at Han Qiqing, shook his head and sighed, "This child is really not at home, so many people in the old house, why did he fall asleep in the living room."

Han Yuexiu said Shen Sheng, "She is just playing."

The father said, "Hold her up. You will be late, and you will rest early."

Han Yuexiu nodded slightly. "Dad, good night."

He said, holding Han Qiqing upstairs.

Just two people's rooms are next to each other.

He first returned Han Qiqing to her room, put her on the bed, and decided to leave.

Who knows, Han Qiqing grabbed his clothes.

"Don't leave ..." she murmured.

Han Yuexiu looked down, staring at her pink little mouth, and glanced over at something.

He asked in a low voice, "Are you pretending to sleep?"

Han Qiqing opened his narrowed eyes and tightened his little hand again, fearing that he ran away.

"No ... I really fell asleep, I just woke up."

She had a hoarse voice, which wasn't like pretending, at least she couldn't pretend.

He whispered, "Then you keep sleeping."

Han Qiqing did not let go, clutching the collar of his coat, and said to his eyes, "Brother, why are you back so late?"