Domineering Master's Favorite

Just as I was cursing myself silently in my heart, the door was opened.

The face that walked in made me linger in my dreams. If I just took a look at it, I would never be able to take my eyes off him for the rest of my life.

"What's the matter? Is it cold?" When he saw that I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, he couldn't help frowning.

He walked towards me slowly, and the grace of his movements made me feel that he was the prince bestowed on me by heaven.

"I'm afraid..." I said slowly, my complexion had already lost its original color.

He took off the quilt wrapped around me and hugged me tightly in his arms.

"You say you are such a tormenting little thing." He said helplessly, "How many times do you have to call me over in one day!"

I looked at him with sad eyes, really, so what if I called him more times?This man is really small.

"Okay, good boy! I'm joking with you!" Seeing my eyes, he hugged me and kissed me hard.

I shyly buried my head in his arms, longing for his taste.

Suddenly, as if I remembered something, I jerked my head up and bumped my head against his chin.

"It hurts to death~~~~~" I rubbed my head in pain and gave him a hard look.

Damn it, is this man made of iron?I bumped him so violently just now, but he didn't feel any pain, and he seemed to be fine.

I don't care about me, he doesn't hurt, but I hurt.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore!" He kissed my head and rubbed it until the pain disappeared.

I looked at him, looking like I wanted to speak, but didn't know how to say it.

"What do you want to say?" He saw through my mind and said to me, his tone was as gentle as water.

I hesitated for a while, my eyes full of complexity.

After thinking for a while, I finally decided to tell him what I just thought.

"Chen, I was still thinking about who killed my mother just now. As a result, three words suddenly appeared in my mind!" I grabbed the corner of his clothes, looking scared.

"Hey, don't be afraid! What are those three words?" He hugged me and said.

"Han Feiruo..." I mumbled out.

Indeed, I don't know what clues such a mysterious idea has brought us.

However, I would never believe that Han Feiruo was that kind of person.

although. . . . . .The person he loves is me. . . . . .

He froze after hearing my words, and then said coldly: "That man, he doesn't look like a good thing."

I was about to refute him just now, saying that Han Feiruo was not what he thought at all, it was just that I was thinking too much.But he didn't allow me to refute, and interrupted what I wanted to say again.

"Xue'er, be on guard against him all the time. I always feel that he is not a good person. I also think that your mother's death has more or less direct or indirect connection with him. "

This time it was me who froze completely, Han Feiruo, is he really like this?

I don't believe it, and I don't even want to believe it!