He's super cute

After Yu Xiaoque and Meng Nan waved goodbye, they sat obediently on the bench by the door with their knees together.

His back is straight, and his sitting posture shows that he has been well-educated. He is carrying a small schoolbag, and he is looking in the direction of the gate eagerly.

Like a kitten eagerly waiting for its owner to claim it.

"Hi, can I add a contact information?" A hearty and nervous voice came from his side.

Yu Xiaoque tightened her grip on the strap of her schoolbag, and turned her head carefully.

He is a boy who is very student-like in his attire, full of vigor and vitality.

Xiaoshe was afraid that her face would turn red, and she hesitated to speak.

Yu Xiaoque has been isolated from the world for too long, and has never communicated with anyone other than her husband.

He has long lost his normal social skills.

It seems that from his own memory, there is only Mr. in his world.

"Miss, don't be afraid, I don't mean anything malicious." The boy saw him biting his lip and evasively, as if shocked, and quickly explained, "I'm a student from a nearby university town, you...you look good."

It was the first time that Yu Xiaoque was praised by someone other than her husband, she lowered her head, her thin white ears turned red all the way to her neck.

"I, I'm not a girl." Yu Xiaoque stared at her toes, a little at a loss, and whispered.

A gust of evening wind blew, and Yu Xiaoque's soft hair slipped out from behind her ears disobediently.

He tilted his head and skillfully tied his overlong hair into a small bun.

It's no wonder the boy made a mistake. His hair is probably longer than most girls, and it's so white that it's unreasonable.

The little beauty sat quietly on the chair, her long eyelashes drooping obediently, and there were countless people peeking at her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The boy apologized again and again after hearing his voice clearly, and his face turned redder than Yu Xiaoque's.

"It's okay." Yu Xiaoque showed a shy sweet smile on her beautiful face.

The boy looked a little dazed for a while.

This is pure and lustful!

She looks like a goblin, and she has a pure and sweet smile.

A car light flickered not far away, Yu Xiaoque saw the familiar car, smiled at the boy, and trotted past with a small schoolbag on his back.

The grip on the back of the head flickered.

"Sir." The driver respectfully opened the car door for Yu Xiaoque.

Who doesn't know that this little gentleman is the little jewel in the palm of Mr. Jiang, wishing he could knead it into a small pendant and carry it wherever he goes.

How dare he be disrespectful.

"Thank you." Little Mingzhu climbed into the car and started staring at the window in a daze.

Yu Xiaoque touched her long hair, stared blankly at the shadow in the car window, and sighed slowly.

girl?

Mr. Xu Shi had informed the barber that his hair was also cut less, and it was slowly grown past his shoulders.

On weekdays, it is casually tied into a loose braid.

The husband likes to play with his hair. When he is free, he always hugs him in his arms with a smile, and gently strokes him twice from time to time.

Especially on the bed, I really like his long hair.

As if how much he dotes on him.

At that time, he was intensively raised in a villa, and he had no chance to go out all year round. All the common sense of life was taught by his husband, and his heart was full of dependence on him. Naturally, what Mr. said was what.

I didn't know that boys rarely have long hair.

It wasn't until this time that I worked hard and won my husband's favor that I got the opportunity to go to the dessert class to get some fresh air.

Only then did he realize that most of the boys had short hair. Yu Xiaoque measured the length of the hair, made a pair of scissors with his fingers, and dubbed the sound decently, "Crack."

Soon, he drooped his shoulders dejectedly, knocked his forehead against the car window, and smiled bitterly.

Give him ten more guts and he wouldn't dare to cut his hair secretly.

The man's words just now were still lingering in her ears, Yu Xiaoque lowered her head and picked her nails, her heart fluttering.

Although the husband is very kind to him, he always makes him hurt.

It hurts everywhere, so painful that I can't breathe.

Yu Xiaoque covered her heart that was pounding in panic, this place seemed to be the most painful.

As the car drove more and more bustling, Yu Xiaoque realized that this was not the direction to go home.

He grabbed the back of the chair, poked his head forward, and asked softly, "Where are you going? Aren't you going home?"

"Be careful." The driver was afraid that he would hit his head, "Mr. told me to take you to Tanse."

Yu Xiaoque tilted her head and looked out the window, her fingertips involuntarily tapped the neon lights in the distance.

Longing flowed out of his eyes, and soon he lowered his eyelashes, restraining himself.

"Where is Tanse?" Yu Xiaoque blinked her big black eyes, and said a little excitedly, "Is it a place to eat?"

The driver looked in the rearview mirror, saw Yu Xiaoque's expectant and delighted eyes, hesitated for a moment, "It's about..."

Yu Xiaoque doesn't have the ability to observe others' words and demeanor, and all her skill points are focused on Jiang Yan alone.

He couldn't help but stomped his feet lightly, he always looked like this when he was happy, and he didn't hide it.

Yu Xiaoque's rather joyful voice sounded: "This is the first time Mr. takes me out..."

In the past, as long as he mentioned going out, the husband kept his expression on his face, and he didn't say yes or no.

He just put down the newspaper and looked at him indifferently, his expression was unclear, and there seemed to be a cloud of black mist rolling in his eyes.

Seeing that his legs and feet were weak, he didn't dare to say any more, drooped his head, and obediently went back to the small room.

"It's very kind sir." Yu Xiaoque said sweetly.

He obviously did something wrong, but the husband is still willing to take him out to play.

The driver looked at the joyful Yu Xiaoque sympathetically. The young boy was swaying his legs, looking innocent, with his little hand on the car window, not knowing what he was going to.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Yu Xiaoque rolled to the other side, grabbed the handle impatiently, and looked at the driver with bright eyes.

He was small, and he was still a child in his 20s. He was raised cutely, with big blinking eyes, crooked eyebrows, and a pleasant smile.

The sandalwood gate is in front of you, and the men and women who come and go are all bright and beautiful, and they are exquisitely dressed.

After getting out of the car, Yu Xiaoque hugged her small schoolbag, her legs and feet felt a little weak, and the little one stood at the door helplessly, her eyes were full of tension, and she was out of place with her surroundings.