Ying Shao is a Girl

   Chapter 225 Good, obedient (4)

   Hearing this, Ying Junchu chuckled lightly.

   "As long as I want, I can."

   "What? You don't want to?"

  Ling Yiche: "..."

   How can I answer this?

   Can I say no?

  Yingjun looked at him cautiously and bewildered at first, inexplicably wanted to laugh.

   seems a little cute.

   "Okay, just replace your guardian with me, don't think about it."

   Don't worry about you having an extra dad!

"All right……"

  Ling Yiche nodded obediently.

   "Well, I still have something to do, you can continue to organize it yourself."

   "Okay, Mr. Ying, you can go to work first."

   Ying Junchu walked to the door and glanced at the door that was kicked.

   It's time for a new door.

   "Next time you knock on the door, just reply when you're here." Save me kicking the door again.

  The door also asks for money!

   "Ah? Okay... Okay, Mr. Ying, I was distracted and didn't hear you knocking on the door."

   "Hmm." Ying Jun replied early and left.

  －

   "Sober up."

  Ling Yiche patted his cheeks with both hands.

  Since my current freedom is not easy to come by, it is time to live a good life.

   should not be immersed in sadness.

   You have to work harder to live.

  Ling Yiche casually flipped through the account book in his hand.

On the page of the head of the household, the three words "Ying Junchu" were clearly printed on the blue paper and crashed into his line of sight.

  ? ? ?

  Ling Yiche was shocked.

  This...what is this?

   He flipped through the page behind the head of the household and saw his name.

  “…”

  Ling Yiche felt like she was dreaming.

   Inexplicably moved into Shunhua Villa, and inexplicably added a guardian.

   And this guardian is one year younger than him, he remembers that Ying Junchu was sixteen years old.

   I’m afraid no one will believe it when I say it?

  He shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and continued to organize his things.

   But counting the date, it's almost a month since the last time...

  That...coming soon.

   If he can't get there in time, I'm afraid something will happen.

  …

  In the night, the drizzle showed no signs of stopping.

  The cool breeze is mixed with the slightest chill.

  The weather is getting colder.

   knock knock knock --

  Ling Yiche knocked on the door of the study.

   "Mr. Ying, it's dinner time."

   "Hmm." Her voice was not too small, just enough for him to hear clearly.

  －

  The light in the living room is orange.

   couldn't help but give a touch of warmth.

   The light hit the young man's fair and delicate face, and the facial lines appeared very soft.

  The living room was silent, and the two of them ate their own bowls of rice without saying a word.

   Ying Junchu's eyes fell on Ling Yiche's thin figure.

   is too thin and looks weak.

   She seemed to remember that the doctor had said that Ling Yiche was malnourished.

  Well, it’s time to ask a nutritionist to adjust it.

   Otherwise, it is not easy to feed.

   Ying Junchu glanced at him again.

   "After dinner, go out with me."

  “…”

   "Huh? Okay, okay."

  Ling Yiche understood that she was not asking herself, but informing herself.

   has already been decided by her.

   Therefore, it is useless to ask and refute.

  －

   "Here, get off."

   A cold voice came.

   "Oh, good." Ling Yiche got out of the car obediently.

   "Wait for me here."

  The boy nodded obediently.

  Yingjun Chu stopped the car.

  Ling Yiche was surrounded by prosperity, and he was waiting for her in the night alone.

   It is almost October, and the night in the imperial capital is still very cold.

   There is heating in the room, so I don't feel cold.

   But outside, it's breezy and cold.

  The clothes on the boy's body are a little thin, and it feels a little cold in the cool wind.

   "Are you cold?"

   Ying Junchu has already walked over.

   "It's still... alright."

   She saw that Ling Yiche's fingernails were slightly purple.

   Boys with bad physique really don't get cold.

   Yingjun's early knuckles held the boy's cold hand.

   Her eyes were cold, but her palms were warm.

  The boy was obviously stunned for a moment.

   "Come on, go in."

"Um……"

   (end of this chapter)