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Chapter 657 Young Master Yang's Complete Indulgence and Pampering on the Teenager

But at least.

That's the minimum.

There is still a lot of convergence.

For example, now it's one of a kind.

Hearing the words of a certain young master.

The boy really tightly closed his eyes that were just about to be opened.

Seeing this scene, Yang Moyan hooked his lips.

At this time, the boy's face was also washed.

He grabbed a towel from the side and wiped it carefully for the boy.

It wasn't until he felt that the boy's delicate face was so clean that it couldn't be more clean, then he put the towel back where it was, and reminded the boy, "You can open your eyes."

Lin Zhaoxia's eyes opened instantly.

Peach blossom eyes are pretty.

What's more, the young man's eyes shimmered as if flashing across them.

The moment the eyes opened was too amazing.

This also made Yang Moyan, who was just looking directly at these eyes, flicker slightly.

Thinking of sending the boy to Shengyuan in a while.

There was an idea in my heart that I couldn't suppress.

I don't want the boy to go out.

I don't want anyone to see everything about the boy.

That feeling is particularly strong.

Almost pathological possessiveness.

What couldn't be suppressed was the black strands in his eyes that started to roll non-stop, which made Yang Moyan frowned.

Obviously, the young man also realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the person in front of him.

With a slight twitch between his eyebrows, he said in a clear voice, "Eldest Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Moyan didn't explain.

It can't be said that you don't want anyone to see you, you want to hide you?

So not explaining at this time is a good explanation.

"It's okay," he opened his eyebrows, he said nonchalantly, took the toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste, and touched it to the boy's lips, his voice was still weak, "Open your mouth."

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows.

fine?

She could still see if something was wrong.

But if Young Master Yang doesn't want to say anything, then the boy will never ask anything.

Giving up is the wisest point.

As for the toothbrush that reaches the lips.

The boy obediently opened his mouth, "Ah..."

Yang Moyan took the toothbrush up and down and carefully brushed the boy's teeth.

After brushing for about 2 minutes, he pushed the boy back to the faucet. The cup filled with water and brought it to the boy's lips, "gargle."

Lin Zhaoxia took a sip and bulged her cheeks while holding it in her mouth. She blinked her beautiful eyes open and blinked again and again. That look was matched with the still messy hair and dull hair.

Cute, obedient and handsome.

Straight to the soft heart.

After a few seconds, the water in his mouth spit out, and without Yang Moyan opening his mouth, the boy took another mouthful of it automatically, then his cheeks bulged again, and he spit it out again.

After repeating it five or six times, Yang Moyan poured out the remaining water, wiped the boy's face with a towel, and then pulled the boy out of the bathroom.

throughout.

Yang Moyan didn't let the young man do all the washing up, it was all done by him.

Maybe Young Master Yang didn't even think of it.

He, the eldest young master who has been noble since he was a child, would one day take care of a teenager, cook and wash for her.

Total pampering.

And this is almost the real meaning of raising.

Don't say anything about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

But some tending has already begun.

But neither of them seemed to notice anything.

One felt well cared for and thoroughly enjoyed it.

One feels that taking care of the boy, watching the boy clean up with his own hands, gives him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

It was the young man's messy hair, and the wobbly hair on the top of his head that was still standing upright and unstoppable, and suddenly Yang Moyan didn't like it.

(End of this chapter)