Seeing him approaching, Qinghui subconsciously took two steps back.

It wasn't until the door closed that he reacted violently.

Back off?!

Doesn't this mean that Lord Spirit Sword is afraid of him?!

We must not retreat.

So Sheng Junshu, who had just locked the door and was sure that there would be no other people who didn't have long eyes to disturb him, turned his head and almost collided with Qinghui, who was taking a step forward.

The man who was elegant and noble, full of aggression, hesitated for a rare moment, his beautiful peach blossom eyes lowered, and he glanced at the fierce-looking little girl in front of him.

What's going on?

Didn't you just say not to be angry?

Now it's not like you're not angry.

Sheng Junshu turned sideways, his expression indifferent.

Gently turning the tail ring on the snow-white fingers, a deep and elegant voice sounded.

"Go over there, and we'll talk."

You say the past is over?

Qinghui raised his little chin proudly.

Don't listen.

Not only was he disobedient, but he even hummed a nasal voice from his nasal cavity because of his tone.

Sheng Junshu was stunned again, with a little headache.

This friend's sister can't be said, and she can't be educated, and she has to be spoiled.

This whole thing looks like a wayward bear child.

"Obedient, logically speaking, you have to call me brother, and when you enter the entertainment industry, I can't do everything."

There are some things that it is best to pay attention to yourself, so as not to be easily grasped by others.

Brother?

Fart!

Don't call, whoever likes to call will call.

Light coffee: 'If you don't call, you won't call, it's good if you don't do it directly, contentment is always happy, and the system is content for a long time. ’

I really don't understand what the little girl thinks.

Sheng Junshu didn't move again.

"Because the assistant is angry?"

Asaga: No, I feel that it seems to be because I failed to deter you, and I was subconsciously forced back by you to get angry.

Her family's Spirit Sword Lord is good at this, that kind of inexplicable ordinary man, people don't care about it at all.

"Yes, no."

Qinghui's black hair behind him swayed slightly, his posture was a little lazy, and he replied.

The brow furrowed, a little annoyed by repeating the question.

I've said no, I don't understand or what?

"That assistant is indeed more cautious, and I'll give you a new one later." Sheng Junshu obviously didn't believe the little girl's statement, but he was still a little surprised, after all, he could hear the assistant's careful thoughts, but the little girl was also quite sensitive.

But it doesn't seem to have made the children happy.

Child, I guess it's awkward.

Sheng Junshu remained silent, his expression did not change, and his treatment of Qinghui was also a habitual tone of coaxing children, "En? What more do you want? ”

Qinghui's eyes were a little interested.

Slightly brightened.

I have a bad feeling.

"Can I fight you?"

Defeat you and restore the prestige of Lord Spirit Sword!

The step back of Lord Spirit Sword just now must have been you all wrong!

The smile on the corner of Sheng Junshu's lips froze, and his suspicious eyes looked up and down at the little girl in front of him who looked like a bad girl.

I am sure that the soft, decadent, and sweet voice at the glance does mean that I want to fight with him.

He snorted.

The big hand casually rested on Qinghui's shoulder, and the smile on his lips flowed, but his eyes were disapproving.

"You still have that skill? Are you waiting for me to pick up a martial arts scene for you? ”