His own little sweetheart

Chapter 445, Old Feudalism

At night, Han's villa.

After Qixi took a shower, she changed into a one-shoulder nightgown and walked out. After thinking about it, she went downstairs, made a cup of coffee and walked towards Han Youchen's study.

Knocking on the door, Qixi quietly opened the door, and her little head came in to take a look, and locked on Han Youchen who was sitting at the desk and carefully flipping through the documents at this moment, her mouth opened in an upward arc, He raised his voice, "Brother Youchen——"

As he said that, he leaned closer, put the coffee in his hand beside Han Youchen, and said with a smile, "This is the coffee made by this baby himself. Brother Youchen, hurry up and have a taste."

Han Youchen didn't notice what Qixi was wearing at this moment, he raised his eyes indifferently, picked up the coffee in front of him and sipped it, then turned his head to look at the little girl who was obediently standing beside him at this moment.

When I saw Qixi wearing such a one-shoulder nightdress, the breast-groove was looming with the swing of the nightdress, and I almost choked on a sip of coffee.

Qiangqiang calmly put down the coffee, Han Youchen gave Qixi a sideways glance, "Go change into a set of pajamas and come out."

"Why?" Qixi's eyes were bright and innocent.

"Girl, you have to figure it out, it's winter now."

"What's the matter in winter? The heating at home is so hot, and it's just right for me to wear one-shoulder pajamas." As Qixi said, she jumped forward twice like a little rabbit, and stretched out her hand, "Brother Youchen, hug me."

"Go and change into a set of pajamas first. It's pajamas, not a nightdress."

"I do not want!"

"If you don't change it, you can go back to your room and sleep obediently, and you are not allowed to stay with me any longer."

Han Youchen's voice was neither soft nor heavy, always maintaining a steady line, but there was a strong sense of oppression in it.

Tanabata bulged her cheeks, but finally compromised, went back to her room with her arms folded and resigned, changed into a conservative pajamas and came out.

Long sleeves and trousers tightly wrap the petite figure of Qixi Festival.

Han Youchen looked up at Qixi, very satisfied, and slightly parted his thin lips, "Come here."

Brother Youchen is really an old feudal...

Qixi muttered something in a low voice, and obediently leaned forward.

Han Youchen stretched out his big hand, and hugged Qixi on his lap like a child, making the little girl curl up in front of his chest.

Well, brother Youchen's arms are so generous and safe.

Tanabata rubbed its head against his chest like a kitten, and then accompanied Han Youchen to look at the documents on the desk.

Uh... What the hell is the trend of the image above, Brother Youchen is always looking at things that he can't understand.

Shrugging, Qixi raised her eyes and fixed her gaze on Han Youchen.

A floor lamp gently cast a warm orange light, illuminating the surroundings of the two of them.

On that sharp handsome face, every pen is the most outstanding work of God, and every stroke is just right.

His eyes are very deep, under the bridge of his straight nose, his thin and sexy lips are slightly pursed.Like the earl of the British nobles, it is very beautiful.

Sure enough, watching Brother Youchen is more comforting...

Qixi stared at the man in front of him who looked like an earl.

Feeling the little girl's scorching gaze, Han Youchen's eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes slowly, and the two looked at each other in the air.

　I'm going to let you eat some meat...hehehe...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)