Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 171 What to give?you?
Wen Ruan pursed her lips, hugged Ji Boyan's waist, and said in a delicate voice like a spoiled little girl: "As long as the second master is fine."

Ji Boyan rubbed her hair, but didn't speak.

"Second Master, I have something for you."

Ji Boyan looked down at her, raised his eyebrows, his thin lips were slightly curved, his phoenix eyes were smiling, and his voice was low, like a seductive siren: "Huh? What? You?"

Wen Ruan's face blushed, and she muttered softly: "That's not true, I'm human."

"what is that?"

"Second Master, wait, I'll get it for you."

After finishing speaking, Wen Ruan ran up the stairs, Ji Boyan looked at her cheerful petite back from behind, with a faint pampering lingering between his brows.

Not long after, Wen Ruan came down, holding a piece of sketch paper in his hand.

She stood in front of Ji Boyan, and then unfolded the rolled paper, and the picture inside was none other than Ji Boyan.

Every stroke is very similar to Ji Boyan, even the lazy and unrestrained eyes seem to be vivid on the paper. It is not difficult to see how much thought has been put into it to be able to draw so well.

Ji Boyan's eyes were a little dazed, and when he looked up the drawing paper, he saw Wen Ruan's small face as bright as a summer flower. She grinned, her skin glowed white under the incandescent light, and her smile was bright, like Filled with the Milky Way in the sky.

Ji Boyan looked away, and then returned to the painting. His mood was a bit complicated, and he didn't know how to describe it. It seemed that no pen and ink in the world could describe his current mood.

Throat rolled, Ji Boyan reached out to take it, and wrote a sentence in the lower right corner: I hope the second master is safe and happy, and will always be a shining sun.

In the lower left corner is Wen Ruan's name and date.

Juanxiu's handwriting seems to be gentle and soft, small and exquisite, just looking at it makes people feel a little more fond.

As the ancients said, words are like people.

Ji Boyan's heart was sore and weak, he didn't know what expression to put on for a moment, and after a while, he raised his eyes to look at Wen Ruan.

With her hands behind her back, she stood obediently in front of him, like a porcelain doll, her big eyes fluttered like fireflies in a summer night.

"I hope that the second master will always be safe and happy, don't need to be sad, don't need to be angry, live a long and healthy life, and be happy until the last second of his life."

The soft voice rang in her ears, bright and crisp, carrying all her sincerity.

It was something he never dared to hope for since his mother passed away, and it was also something he discarded.

For some reason, at this moment, Ji Boyan felt that if he fell into the dust, Wen Ruan must be the one who pulled him up, and if he came from hell, Wen Ruan must be the only one who could welcome him with open arms and joy his people.

Fate is so wonderful, a little girl he took in at random may be the one who pulled him up from hell.

An unknown emotion flashed in Ji Boyanfeng's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to Wen Ruan, with a somewhat obscure voice: "Come here."

Wen Ruan took a step forward obediently, and put his hand in Ji Boyan's palm. Ji Boyan held her hand, exerted a little force, and Wen Ruan fell into his arms.

Ji Boyan hugged her, put his big hands on the back of her head, his brows and eyes drooped, and only slightly trembling eyelashes could see his fluttering mood.

Wen Ruan hugged him, and asked in a low voice: "Second Master, you...don't you like it?"

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　　Ding~ Today's update has been completed~ Tomorrow, please take a look at the second master who is full of desire to survive~
　　
　
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