After eating a meal, Wen Xiaoluo seemed to be less wary of Song Yichen, and he was not as resistant to Song Yichen's closeness as Fang Cai.

Song Yichen gently wiped the corners of Wen Xiaoluo's mouth, looked at Wen Xiaoluo with a pair of slightly uplifted eyes and asked, "Are you full?" Song Yichen's eyes were deep, and his eyes were a little uplifted, whenever he looked at someone like this, the cold aura on his body dispelled a lot, but it was even more confusing.

The first few times, Wen Xiaoluo would definitely be stupid when he saw Song Yichen with this appearance. But this time, when Wen Xiaoluo suddenly saw Song Yichen's eyes, he suddenly lowered his head. The movement is unprecedentedly fast, for fear that it will be like if it is slow.

Song Yichen's hand that wiped the corner of Wen Xiaoluo's mouth stiffened, and then he withdrew his hand as if he had nothing to do, stood up and said lightly: "Let's go." This time, he didn't hold Wen Xiaoluo's hand again, and he actually walked out first.

The first time, Song Yichen didn't hold Wen Xiaoluo's hand, and Wen Xiaoluo didn't react for a while. Until Song Yichen took a few steps, he was still sitting on the stool and staring blankly at Song Yichen's departing back. Zhu'er looked at Song Yichen and then at Wen Xiaoluo, and she really didn't know who to follow for a while. In the end, he gritted his teeth and followed Song Yichen.

Now, only Wen Xiaoluo is left in the private room. Wen Xiaoluo looked at Zhu'er and Song Yichen blankly, and a panicked look appeared on his face, but after a moment, his eyes quickly filled with tears, and he cried silently. But even so, she still didn't open her mouth to stop Song Yichen, and she didn't know if she didn't want to call or couldn't call at all......

Song Yichen didn't go too far, but stopped when he was about to go down the stairs, and didn't look back and said to Zhu'er: "Go and see if Luo'er is crying." ”

Hearing this, Zhu'er bowed down and immediately rushed back. Sure enough, Wen Xiaoluo's tears had already soaked his clothes. To tell the truth, Zhu'er has always liked Wen Xiaoluo. After all, who doesn't like a pleasing appearance. So when he saw Wen Xiaoluo's tearful face, he was very distressed for a while, and hurriedly took a few steps forward, squatted down, took out a silk pa, and wiped the tears on Wen Xiaoluo's face.

"Miss, don't cry, the young master didn't walk there waiting for you."

After saying that, Wen Xiaoluo slowly stopped crying. A pair of eyes that still had residual tears looked out the door, and after not seeing the person they wanted to see, their small mouths immediately pouted again, and the tears began to fall again.

Seeing this, Zhu'er really didn't know what to say for a while, and she wiped the tears on her face for Wen Xiaoluo in a panic, and just wanted to say something to calm her, she saw Song Yichen walking in with a frown.

Wen Xiaoluo saw Song Yichen coming in, and when he saw him frowning, he immediately stopped crying, and shrank back a little scared. Zhu'er saw it clearly, and she really didn't understand it in her heart. To say that this child is afraid of his own master, but his master is gone and cries like this, it is really contradictory.

Song Yichen didn't speak, but a pair of extremely indifferent eyes looked at Wen Xiaoluo for a while, and didn't speak until Wen Xiaoluo stopped crying completely: "Are you still afraid of my brother?" ”

Wen Xiaoluo bit his lip when he heard this, his eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look at Song Yichen, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. Song Yichen smiled when he saw this, said no more, turned around and was about to leave. But at this time, I saw Wen Xiaoluo jump down from the stool, stretch out his little hand and hold Song Yichen's hand. The little hand was held tightly, for fear that Song Yichen would throw it away.

From the moment Wen Xiaoluo held Song Yichen's hand tightly, he stopped and looked at his hand with Wen Xiaoluo with some confusion. Song Yichen rarely showed such a look, and suddenly appeared, but he was well disguised by him for a moment. Song Yichen squatted down, stretched out his other hand to gently stroke Wen Xiaoluo's hair, slowed down his tone and said to Wen Xiaoluo: "Does Luo'er like my brother?" ”

These words seemed to make Wen Xiaoluo very embarrassed, and he couldn't help frowning and looking at Song Yichen, and then lowered his head again, only to hear her say, "Happy...... Huan ......" seemed to pause as he spoke, then raised his head again, stretched out his hand and touched Song Yichen's eyebrows with the other hand, then slid down and continued: "I'm afraid ......"

Zhu'er stood by and watched in a daze, but Song Yichen suddenly understood. Holding Wen Xiaoluo's hand between his eyebrows, he said in a tone that almost had a hint of a smile: "Afraid that my brother will be angry? ”

This time, Wen Xiaoluo nodded quickly, Song Yichen hooked the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and said: "If Luo'er listens to his brother, his brother won't be angry, if he doesn't listen...... My brother is definitely not happy. Song Yichen hugged Wen Xiaoluo as he spoke, and then continued: "So, will Luo'er still make my brother unhappy in the future?" ”

Song Yichen's words seemed to be slowly understood by Wen Xiaoluo, so after saying this, Wen Xiaoluo bit his fingers a little tangled, revealing a look of thinking.

Song Yichen didn't speak again, waiting for Wen Xiaoluo's answer. After a long while, I saw Wen Xiaoluo nodding slowly. After getting a satisfactory answer, Song Yichen's entire eyebrows and eyes softened a lot. However, he still said to Wen Xiaoluo: "Just finished eating, Luo'er came down and walked by himself, so as not to accumulate food." ”

Wen Xiaoluo nodded obediently, and then was put down by Song Yichen. Although Wen Xiaoluo doesn't look as sensitive as children of the same age, he is an unexpected governor, at least what Song Yichen said just now, if he is an ordinary child, he is not allowed to cry, but Wen Xiaoluo obediently held Song Yichen's hand, without a trace of displeasure on his face.

As soon as noon passed, a light snow began to fall in the sky. As soon as Song Yichen led Wen Xiaoluo out of the door, he felt a biting cold wind coming towards him, he had been in poor health, and as soon as the cold wind blew, his face, which was not much blood, was even whiter at this time.

Zhu'er held up the umbrella for Song Yichen and Wen Xiaoluo, and said with some worry: "Young master, why don't we go back in the carriage, otherwise what if you can't stand it." ”

Song Yichen took the umbrella in Zhu'er's hand, most of it was propped up on Wen Xiaoluo's body, then shook his head and said, "It's okay, Luo'er just finished eating, and it's not good to take the carriage." As he spoke, he led Wen Xiaoluo towards the Song Mansion.

Zhu'er couldn't help but feel a little impatient when she heard this, you said that even if your master spoils that child again, he has to take care of his own body, what if there is anything else! Zhu'er looked at the backs of Song Yichen and Wen Xiaoluo walking farther and farther, stomped her feet helplessly, and followed.