The boy's voice was born into the ears of the two people who could not control their actions, and they trembled in their hearts.

Jiang Yang let go of Nie Xia, who was humming and chirping.

Nie Xia gloated at the two of them, and finally calmed down.

Jiang Shen took Song Nianan back to the villa.

Lin Hanhai didn't care about the Xun family brothers and sisters anymore, and motioned for the rest of the people to go back to their respective rooms.

"Warm milk." The boy didn't seem to take the scene in the garden to heart, and he sat on the sofa in the living room and made a request to the girl.

"Please wait, sir." Song Nianan hurriedly took out a cup from the kitchen and handed it to him.

The boy took it, and the white milk was in a transparent cup, emitting heat. The complexion of his fingers was fair, and at first glance it was the same color as milk, and even a little dazzling like jade.

The young man pursed his mouth, and his gaze casually fell on the girl who was standing beside him with a straight chest.

Today, she wore a well-cut black cheongsam, which perfectly outlined the curves of her body, and a slit on the side made her white calves not show when she walked.

It's good-looking, but he doesn't like it inexplicably.

"Is the gentleman going to sleep again?" Song Nianan took the cup that the other party had drunk, took out a book he often read from the bottom of the coffee table, flipped it to the place with the bookmark, and handed the book over.

"Nope." The young man was emotionally unclear, he closed the book in his hand and stared straight at the person.

Song Nianan subconsciously wiped his face, "Is there something on my face?" ”

The boy nodded very seriously.

Song Nianan wiped his face again, looked at his hands, and found nothing dirty.

"Anything else?" She frowned, very concerned.

"Yes."

"Where?" She didn't realize what her face could keep after the devastation she had just experienced.

The young man smiled, stretched out his hand, and pinched her little face, "It's cute~"

Song Nianan had a small face on the spot and let him pinch it.

The boy who fell asleep seemed to have a sense of humor.

"Why do you think you're such a bully!" When the boy let go, he saw that her face was red from his pinching, so he hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"I was about to make a move, and when I beat him, you showed up in time." She sat down beside him at his motion.

Song Nianan thought that the other party was talking about Xun Sheng.

"I'm not a bully!" She's a person with a small book of grudges.

"Whatever you say is what you say." The boy agreed, and his hands were quietly placed on the back of her back against the sofa, as if he were enveloping a person in his arms.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Nianan returned to the room on time.

The teenager who entered the study walked out of the villa and stopped not far from the Xun brothers and sisters who were singing and dancing.

Xun Sheng felt that his throat was hot and painful, and he stiffened his hands and feet to get closer to the young man, and his mouth kept singing beautiful songs.

I can't say anything I want.

He only has one mouth.

Xun Sheng really felt scared and regretful at this moment.

No one can sing a song for hours without stopping, and most of them are high-pitched.

Xun Yin was also uncomfortable, even if she felt that her limbs seemed to automatically leave her body in the next second, but she just couldn't stop.

The worst thing is that she doesn't have the strength to speak, and every part of her body is at its limit.

One mouth is gasping non-stop.

When the two of them saw the figure of the young man, it was like seeing a savior, and they approached him at the same time, outflanking him left and right.

The young man stood in place, his hands on his chest, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and the black home clothes made his aura strange and dark.

When the Xun family brothers and sisters were both three feet away from him, they were suddenly frozen in place.

It's not the stillness of the whole body, but the fact that there seems to be an invisible barrier around them that makes them only move within this range.

Xun Sheng's other perceptions were closed except for his mouth, while Xun Yin's five senses were also clouded except for his limbs, and panic swept over the two people.

"It's a lot quieter." The boy raised his eyebrows, and the garden was silent, with the occasional night breeze rustling the branches and leaves.

Xun Sheng's singing voice was silenced, and when Xun Yin danced, the movement of the skirt friction was also silenced.

The boy turned away satisfied.

The two people in the garden, like clockwork villains in a music box, moved mechanically, and the despair in the depths of their pupils began to slowly spread from the inside out.

Lin Hanhai was called to the study by Jiang Shen and came out an hour later.

The next day, when Song Nianan went to the boy's bedroom to ask someone to get up, the other party was already rarely dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed.

He drank the warm milk the maiden had given him and watched as she cleaned up in his bedroom.

Girls love to wear skirts, especially ankle-length ones.

Today she wore a bright green dress, which made her complexion more delicate.

His gaze was unrestrained.

In reality, Song Nianan had long been used to him.

So she can ignore these very coldly.

"I need to go out for a while, you come with me." The reason why he is sleeping is to reserve strength.

"Yes, sir." Song Nianan was a little happy, he could finally let the boy walk out of this villa!

Outside the villa, a black buggy was waiting.

In the driver's seat was a strange man, about fifty years old, with a black goatee, pale skin, and a hand on the steering wheel with bruised muscles.

He wore a black striped suit with a burgundy bow at the neckline and a cowboy hat on his head.

Song Nianan followed Jiang Shen into the car.

She was holding three books that Jiang Shen often reads in her arms.

It's really strange, Jiang Shen in the dream is very studious, and it seems that he can be seen holding a book anytime and anywhere.

At the beginning, Song Nianan was also very unaccustomed to it.

Later, after serving people for a long time, I got used to it.

"What are we going to do, sir?" Song Nianan was very curious.

"Go meet an old friend." Jiang Shen pulled out a book from her arms, leaned lazily on the car seat, and began to read.

Song Nianan has no matter how many questions he has. It's not easy to bother.

She followed Jiang Shen's example, leaning lazily, her eyes looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, her gaze was never fixed at a certain point, but moved with the movement of the car.

Before I knew it, I closed my eyes.

Jiang Shen would turn his head from time to time to glance at her side face, and when he saw that the other party had closed his eyes, he gently closed the book and cautiously leaned over.

The girl is small and delicate, and when she closes her eyes, the shadow of the long eyelashes falls on the eye sockets, and the lip beads are lightly knocked on the lower lip, and she is not dotted and red.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Then he retracted his gaze with some chagrin.

The driver's skills are good, and the road is smooth.

When Song Nian'an woke up, he found himself lying on the sofa.

As for the boy, he was lying on a big bed not far away.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up straight.

Jiang Shen also quickly got up when he heard the movement.

"I'm hungry." There was a little imperceptible grievance in his voice.

"This is not a villa." If it was in the villa, she would be able to do it for someone.

The villa had everything you need and it was extra fresh.

At this moment, the bell rang outside the door, and then the waiter's voice came through the door, "Delivery." ”

The door was quickly opened.

Song Nianan turned sideways and let the other party push the cart in.

In a few moments, they were filled with sumptuous food.

From this, it can be inferred that this hotel is good.

"Sir, it's time to go." She lifted her chopsticks and habitually served dishes.

Jiang Shen didn't move.

Song Nianan said that he just didn't take a bite.

"Unappetizing?" This is the only thing Song Nianan can think of,

In the villa before, no matter how small the other party's appetite was, he would eat two bites.

"I don't have an appetite, maybe I don't adapt to the soil and water." The teenager began to talk serious nonsense.

The corners of Song Nian'an's eyes twitched, it was better to say that it was unappetizing.

This town and villas are all part of the same place, and it is nonsense to say that it is not suitable for water and soil.

How can there be such a close water and soil adaptation.

"Let's eat a little bit, this thing actually tastes pretty good!" In order to convince the other party, she scooped a large spoon and ate it for the other party to see.

The girl's cheeks were bulging, maybe this bite was too much, and she ate a little reluctantly, she frowned slightly, her round eyes rolled, and she swallowed it with difficulty.

Only then did he furn his brows, "It's really good." ”

It's a little worse than what she did, but it's okay.

The boy boyishly turned his head, not wanting to look at it.

Song Nianan really has no choice, the gentleman who came out of the villa is even more childish-tempered, very twisted, and very clingy, and loves to call people.

"Sir, it's okay to have some milk."

"Don't!"

"I brought it from the villa~" She flipped out a large bottle from her suitcase.

The boy glanced at it and whispered yes.

provoked Song Nianan to be overjoyed.

After making trouble for a long time, the other party was finally willing to drink something, Song Nianan couldn't help but put her hands on her hips, her foresight!

"How many days are we going to stay, sir?" She only brought one box.

"Seven days." The boy was horrified in short.

His teeth were a little itchy, and he couldn't help but push his tongue against the root of his teeth.

"If the gentleman only drinks milk, it won't work." She considered whether or not to contact Steward Lin.

"I'll try to overcome myself." The young man lowered his eyes, his fingertips rested on the edge of the cup, and his eyes were pale in color.

"That's great." Song Nianan was happy for the other party's cooperation.

No matter where Song Nianan is in the dream, as long as she has a heart that wants to sleep, she can sleep well.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shen needed a lunch break as always, and with the permission of the other party, Song Nianan could also nest on the sofa and sleep lightly.

In the quiet bedroom, the sound of deep and shallow breathing is exceptionally clear.

The girl's breathing gradually subsided, and the person on the bed opened his eyes, sat up straight, lifted the quilt, and walked to the sofa.

"I'm hungry." His gaze fell on her slender neck and he whispered.