One child and two treasures: Daddy, you are not good

Chapter 1243 Hands With Beautiful Fingers Detached

The promise of leaving didn't go very far, he just went from the main castle to the secondary castle next to him.

The doors on both sides were open, and they followed him coldly. The two looked at Sheng Hanwan who was making tea in the hall, and walked step by step.

When Sheng Hanwan heard footsteps approaching, he suddenly became nervous. The cold breath on his body was getting closer and closer. Coming in from the outside, there seemed to be a hint of the cold breath of heavy snow.

This kind of breath, in this winter, she doesn't find it annoying, but feels very comfortable.

"Miss Sheng, you are very leisurely." Xu Qing's voice was the same as his expression at the moment, looking at her indifferently.

"Fortunately, it's too cold to go out in such a cold day, so it's good." She picked up the purple sand teapot and the same small cup, "Mr. Rong, would you like a drink for your face? The best Biluochun."

"No need." He looked down at her, with such a calm look, he didn't look like someone who did something wrong at all.

"Since Mr. Rong doesn't drink tea, he has something to do with me. What's the matter?" She put down the teapot, held a small teacup in both hands, and looked up at him.

She hadn't seen him for several days, and she found that she still missed his cold and ascetic face, and thought that after he left, he would never come back.

I almost forgot, with grandpa here, it is impossible for him not to come back.

Rong Xu looked at her hands holding the teacup, just about to speak, but she stood up.

"Mr. Rong looks at my hand like this, does he want me to feed you?" She took small steps and walked in front of him, "My honor."

"Miss Sheng's hands are beautiful, but also very... troublesome." Xu Xu stood still, while Leng Xian's hand lay between them, blocking her from moving forward.

Sheng Hanwan stopped suddenly, the tea in his hand rippled, spilled a little, and dripped on his snow-white skin, it was a little hot.

Her heart began to beat, but she still had a slight smile on her face, and she looked up at him, "Humans have developed for thousands of years and have become what they are now. No exception."

If it wasn't for Xiao Bo's handwriting that she imitated, how could he...

Not wanting to waste any more time with her here, the expressionless handsome face turned a bit cold, "Miss Sheng, this is the Rong family, our family's affairs have nothing to do with you, if you imitate handwriting and do something, the consequences It's not something you can imagine, like... a hand where your pretty fingers come off."

She swallowed hard, and the teacup in her hand almost fell to the ground, "I don't understand what you are talking about, Mr. Rong."

"Leng Xian, send her back!" He ordered, turned around and left.

Sheng Hanwan looked at his back, coming and going in a hurry, and he was about to leave in less than 5 minutes.

What surprised her even more was that the imitation of Mu Liangbo's and his handwriting was discovered. She and grandpa kept it very secret.

Consent is really scary.

"Miss Sheng, please!" Leng Xian withdrew his hand in front of her.

"Yes, I still need to pack my luggage. Assistant Leng, please give me some time." She turned around and put the teacup on the coffee table, and then left.

And Xu Xu had already reached the door, and the people next to him immediately held up umbrellas for him. It was still snowing today, and his mood also seemed to be snowing, with bursts of coldness.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He stopped in the heavy snow, took out his mobile phone, picked it up, "Speak."

(End of this chapter)