Chapter 201: This Little Masterpiece is Fine.

"If you don't want to die, get out." Quan Jue lowered his voice and said coldly to Steward Zhou.

Steward Zhou looked at the gloomy and cruel expression on Quan Jue's face, and his heart trembled in fright, holding his injured hand, and staggered back two steps.

Bang-

The door was slammed shut.

Chi Jiao felt that the root of her ears was finally quiet.

"Go back to your room and rest." Quan Jue walked in front of Chi Jiao, looked down at her and said, "Children can't grow tall if they stay up late." ”

"I'm not a child." Chi Jiao protested dissatisfiedly, "Brother Quan, you are only one year older than me." ”

Quan Jue raised his eyebrows, reached out and gently flicked Chi Jiao's head.

"And where are you going to rest?" Chi Jiao asked.

Quan Jue curled the corners of his lips, and his black eyes lingered with an unfathomable light: "Where do you want me to rest?" ”

Chi Jiao looked at Quan Jue.

The smile on his face was like a hellish mandala that bloomed quietly in the middle of the night, beautiful and full of deadly allure.

- Boyfriend, he's flirting with her again.

She stretched out her hand and gently pressed it on Quan Jue's chest, looking at his gaze soft into spring water: "Brother Quan, do I want you to rest anywhere, you listen to me?" ”

The girl's hand seemed to have a scorching temperature, and it was transmitted to her skin through her clothes, which made Quan Jue's heartbeat speed up uncontrollably.

She didn't know how seductive her eyes were now, clear with a hint of coquettishness.

This little work is fine.

Why is it always so challenging his endurance?

"In the future, you can only look at me like this, and you are not allowed to show such eyes in front of others." Quan Jue bent down, his handsome face was close to Chi Jiao, his dark eyes stared at her face tightly, and he said word by word, "Remember?" ”

Chi Jiao winked at Quan Jue: "Remember." ”

The coquettish eyes like spring water were like a hook, which made Quan Jue's throat stalk.

-- Squeamish bags have a tendency to learn badly.

Quan Jue took a bite on Chi Jiao's earlobe, with a sense of punishment, but it made Chi Jiao's body tremble lightly like electricity.

"Children, hurry up and go to bed, obedient." Quan Jue looked at Chi Jiao's little face that turned red quickly, raised her thin lips in a good mood, and didn't forget to pinch her cheeks with baby fat, "Brother Quan told you last time, don't challenge my endurance, huh?" ”

"Brother Quan, good night!" Chi Jiao felt that Quan Jue's tone was a little dangerous, so she was obedient at the moment, turned around and ran.

Quan Jue looked at Chi Jiao's departing back, and the smile on his lips turned into doting.

"Good night."

He said softly.

It was the first time he had said goodnight to someone.

Before this, he had no idea that this word could be so beautiful.

Quan Jue didn't go to the guest room to sleep, he still went to his previous room, the small attic room.

To his surprise, the room seemed to have been cleaned since he left.

The room was clean, with a soft mattress on the wooden bed and clean sheets and bedding.

On the desk was a vase with fresh daisies in it.

Quan Jue didn't have to think about it, and knew that this must be Chi Jiao's handiwork.

A heart suddenly became a soft mess.

He suddenly felt the urge to hug the squeamish bag again.

Buzz-

The mobile phone vibrated suddenly, Quan Jue took out his mobile phone and looked at it, it was Quan San.

Normally, Kwon Sam doesn't call him at night unless there's something urgent.

Quan Jue frowned and connected the phone.