Oops, I accidentally became the palm of a powerful official

Chapter 9 What kind of monster does the little girl want to be?

As the night was getting darker, Sheng Junze sat in the study and took a sip of tea a little restlessly.

Suddenly footsteps came from outside, and he said in a cold voice, "I asked you to make soup half an hour ago, and it's only being delivered now, did you just ignore my words?"

The footsteps stopped, and then, a crisp, soft but nervous voice came in: "Uncle, it's me...can I come in?"

Sheng Anning?
Sheng Junze frowned, got up and opened the door, and saw the little girl smiling at him flatteringly with a tray. Inside was a bowl of sweet soup and a plate of crystal clear red pastries sprinkled with frosting sugar.

His Adam's apple twitched slightly, but his tone was cold: "What are you doing?"

"I made hawthorn cake for my uncle, and it happened that the kitchen was going to send soup to my uncle, so I brought it along."

Sheng An Ning walked into the study bravely, and put the tray on the bank: "Young uncle, try it, it's delicious."

Sheng Junze squinted at the soup and pastries, his eyes obviously suspicious.

What kind of monster does the little girl want to be?

Looking at his appearance, Sheng Aning knew that he was probably suspicious of himself, so he simply reached out and picked up a piece of hawthorn cake and put it in his mouth.

"Uncle, I really think you have worked hard, so I made some snacks and brought them here. Didn't you buy me candied haws today?"

She stared at Sheng Junze pitifully: "I made it with great difficulty..."

Hearing the soft voice, Sheng Junze unconsciously gathered his finger bones, walked to the case without saying a word, picked up a piece of hawthorn cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste spread along the tip of his tongue, and Sheng Junze squinted his eyes, feeling that all the previous encounters at work were washed away by the sweet taste.

But he still had an indifferent look on his face: "It's sweet and greasy, what's there to eat?"

He didn't even look at the bowl of soup next to him, as if he didn't want to drink it at all, wiped his hands with a half-smile and said: "Nothing to show courteousness, rape or steal, Sheng Anning, what do you want to do?"

Sheng Anning pursed her lips.

This guy is really hard to serve.

She simply didn't play around, and said aggrievedly: "My uncle, I want to go back to the Hou's Mansion... Grandma's birthday, as a granddaughter, I can't just give gifts and do nothing. I want to go back and make preparations."

Sheng Junze pulled his lips quietly.

This little girl can't wait to go back?
For some reason, he had some bad thoughts in his heart that he didn't want to do what she wanted, and said with a cold face, "Oh? Then tell me, what are you going to prepare?"

Sheng Anning choked: "I, I'll help with the arrangement..."

"Is it possible that there are no servants in the Hou's mansion? Is it necessary for you, the daughter of the concubine, to arrange it yourself?"

Sheng Junze sneered: "I think you might as well make some useful preparations. The old lady hurts you like an eyeball, and you have to live up to it. Why don't you learn the piano from me these few days and perform for your grandma at the birthday banquet?" song."

Sheng Anning: "..."

What do you mean? !

There is no such paragraph in the original book!
Sheng Xiuluo still wants to teach her to play the piano?
Sheng Anning cried: "Uncle, I'm too stupid, don't waste your time teaching me..."

"No promise."

Sheng Junze grabbed her wrist, forcibly pressed her on the stool, and brought a quaint piano and placed it in front of her: "It's so good to watch how I play it."

Sheng An Ning was still thinking about how to get away with a bitter face, when she felt the man's chest pressed against her back.

She was wrapped in his arms, Sheng Junze's delicate chin hung above her head, and his warm breath blew against her ears, instantly making her face burn.

What is the hero doing? !

Sheng An Ning's body froze, and the sound of the piano seemed to be far away from her ears. She stared blankly at the pair of slender hands plucking the strings in front of her, but she didn't remember anything!

Feeling the scorching temperature behind her, she couldn't help twisting her body: "Little, uncle..."

Sheng Junze's condensed voice sounded behind him: "What's the fuss about? There are lice growing on the back?"

Sheng Anning was taken aback, and hurriedly got up to deny it: "No, I..."

But she was too nervous, and when she got up, her arm directly bumped into Sheng Junze's piano.

She gasped in pain and staggered to the ground.

Sheng Junze was taken aback, and instinctively reached out to protect Qin!

That piano was a gift from his elder brother, he cherishes it the most, if it breaks...

He almost caught the piano before it hit the ground, but he heard the girl's suppressed cry of pain.

Sheng Anning fell to the ground and stared at him blankly, which suddenly made him feel guilty.

Why did he subconsciously pick up the piano?
The two looked at each other, Sheng Anning really felt a little embarrassed, coughed and got up from the ground: "I'm sorry, uncle..."

"nothing."

Sheng Junze's lips were tight, and his voice could not distinguish between emotions and anger: "You can go back to the Hou Mansion after you practice this song of Sauvignon Blanc."

Hearing this, Sheng Anning's spirit was lifted!
"The uncle played it again, I didn't see clearly just now!"

Seeing her excited appearance, Sheng Junze was inexplicably upset.

You just don't want to stay in the prime minister's mansion?Then why bother to come here before?Did he treat her badly?
But on the surface, he still had a calm and indifferent appearance. He put the piano and sat in front of the desk, playing the song of Sauvignon Blanc again.

This time, Sheng Anning watched with extra concentration.

The little girl stared at him without blinking her cheeks, her eyes were clear and bright, and her face was soft and charming.

Sheng Junze felt a little absent-minded for no reason, and almost played the wrong note.

At the end of the song, the little girl got up happily: "Uncle, I understand! You will play it when I go back to practice! When the time comes, you will send me back to the Marquis Mansion, so you can't play tricks!"

Sheng Junze: ...

He watched Sheng Anning run out of the study, and couldn't help but smile softly: "Little brat."

Sheng An Ning hurried back to the room and sat in front of the piano platform, recalling Sheng Junze's fingering just now, and stroked the strings jerky.

Her memory is excellent, and the fingering has been firmly memorized in her heart, but it just takes time to get used to it.

After playing it a few times, she had thoroughly learned the piece, and happily returned to the study to play it for Sheng Junze, but the man was absent-minded, just nodded and said indifferently: "Okay, I'll take you back."

He really let her go! !

Sheng Anning was so happy that she wished she could split a fork, but she didn't expect the butler to carry a lot of boxes into the car.

She doesn't seem to have that much luggage, does she?

Sheng An Ning suddenly had a bad premonition, and tentatively asked, "Uncle, are these things you want to bring back to grandma?"

Sheng Junze shook his head and gave her a meaningful smile.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is deserted, and I will also move back to the Hou's Mansion for a while, so that I can spend time with the old lady."

(End of this chapter)