Su Rourou opened her mouth, and wanted to say something refusal, but found that her throat was stuck and she couldn't make a sound at all.

"Ahem!" At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps at the door. I saw Luo Shaohua, who was dressed in a straight suit, carrying a briefcase and walking into the hall.

"Yau Yau, long time no see." He looked at Su Rourou lying in his son's arms, and his eyes were fixed on Luo Yichen's hand on her waist.

"Godfather?" Su Rourou came back to her senses suddenly, broke free from Luo Yichen's embrace in a panic, and stood up.

Luo Yichen looked calm, tidied up his somewhat messy shirt, and called "Dad" lightly.

As soon as his words fell, Li Juan and the maids, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly poured into the living room from all directions.

Li Juan greeted him with a smile on her face and took Luo Shaohua's suit off: "Why did you come back so early today?" ”

Luo Shaohua didn't say anything, there was no too much expression on his majestic face, he just answered vaguely, and walked in the direction of the dining table.

Li Juan hurriedly ordered the maid to serve the food, and a group of people were so busy.

Su Rourou looked at Luo Shaohua's face with a faint expression, and the first thing she thought of was Luo Yichen, thinking that it was really worthy of father and son, hereditary facial paralysis!

While everyone was in a hurry, she secretly moved in the direction of the entrance of the hall little by little.

Luo Yichen seemed to have guessed her mind and grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing! Hurry up and let me go! With parents and servants present, Su Rourou didn't dare to resist hard, so she could only lower her voice to warn him.

Li Juan and Luo Shaohua's faces did not change, and they continued to gossip.

The servants on the side also didn't squint: the young master had to pull and pull with his little girlfriend every day, and they were already surprised!

Luo Yichen continued to pull her up the spiral staircase as if he hadn't heard her, and finally came to his room, slamming the door shut.

"What the hell do you want to do!" Su Rourou's back was pressed tightly against the door panel, and she raised her head and glared at him.

Luo Yichen lowered his eyes to look at her, and said indifferently: "You lost the last gamble." Today, you're going to clean up my room for me. ”

Su Rourou then remembered that there was such a thing, she poked her head out to look at the neat room, and muttered: "Such a clean room, still need to be cleaned up?" ”

Hearing her say this, Luo Yichen's brows furrowed slightly: "Neat, where is it tidy?" ”

After speaking, he pointed to the bookcase: "See, count the third book on the left, it's a little crooked!" ”

Then, he pointed to the sheet again: "Also, in the lower left corner of the sheet, there are folds!" ”

Finally, he pointed to the computer on the table, and wanted to say something, Su Rourou immediately covered his fingers: "Okay, you won!" Can't I just clean up? Please don't say any more......"

Listen to him say this again, she will be fine!

Su Rourou resigned herself to her orders, and Luo Yichen followed behind her as an overseer, giving orders from time to time.

"Over there, there's a speck of dust!"

"Here, there's a hair!"

Su Rourou thought while tidying up: Luo Yichen, a perverted cleanliness addict, which unlucky maid is usually responsible for cleaning his room? She showed him deep sympathy!

After a period of busy work, Su Rourou finally finished cleaning and looked at Luo Yichen weakly: "Young Master, it's clean enough, right?" Can I go back? ”

"No way!" Luo Yichen's eyes surveyed every corner of the room like a microscope.

"What are you not satisfied with! It's already very clean, okay, much cleaner than my room! Su Rourou complained dissatisfied.

Luo Yichen glanced at her obliquely, and said mockingly: "Do you think that I am you?" ”