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Chapter 154 The Boy Who Doesn’t Like to Eat (52)

"Hello, Doctor Cheng." Si Jiu greeted Cheng Yiming with his usual expression.

Cheng Yiming was inexplicably embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly, "Hello, hello."

"Come in and sit down, you don't need to change your shoes."

Xie Yu walked in with Si Jiu in his arms, and Cheng Yiming followed behind.

Mantou ran over with his tongue out, slammed on the brakes in front of Xie Yu, and then sniffed his trouser legs with a little fear and curiosity.

Xie Yu glanced at it, gently pushed the steamed bun with his foot to pull it away from the way, and walked to the sofa with Si Jiu in his arms and put her down.

"Your Highness's skin is delicate, you can't walk around without shoes." He said, picking up the slippers thrown by the winemaker beside the sofa, knelt down on one knee in front of her, took off his gloves, held her ankles, and held the slippers for her solemnly. put on.

Cheng Yiming: "..."

Si Jiu still stepped on his knee with one foot, propped his chin and tilted his head to look at him, "Charles?"

Xie Yu raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes seemed to be shining, "Your Highness."

Cheng Yiming: "...cough cough, that, Xiao Xu, right?

Sorry, let me introduce myself formally. I am Xie Yu's uncle, and my name is Cheng Yiming.

If you take the liberty of visiting, I hope you don't mind. "

Si Jiu looked at Cheng Yiming, "My uncle is too polite, we are all a family, so it's not presumptuous to say anything."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and rubbed Xie Yu's head, "Go wash your hands, and bring some drink for my uncle, it's in the refrigerator."

Xie Yu rubbed Si Jiu's palm attached, then nodded, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Cheng Yiming: "..."

"Did my uncle accompany Ah Yu to see Doctor Wen today? What did Doctor Wen say?"

Cheng Yiming was surprised, "You know? He even told you this?"

I know a lot more than you do.

For example, you don't know that the nephew in front of you is no longer the nephew you thought.

"Well, probably...some accident happened."

"Ah..." Cheng Yiming suddenly realized when he saw her blushing face. "Is that the thing?
...Xiao Yu is actually not a casual person, and I am quite worried that you will misunderstand him.

But great, thank you for understanding him.

Thank you also for not blaming him for offending you once. "

While talking, Xie Yu came back. He put the juice in front of Cheng Yiming, then stood next to the wine secretary in a standard standing posture with his hands down.

Like a dutiful bodyguard.

Cheng Yiming: "?"

Although... when will this role-playing game end?
He felt ashamed as a bystander.

Cheng Yiming sat for a while and then left.It was the atmosphere that gave him a little indigestion.

The scene where his nephew, who was usually a bit alienated from others, was sticky with the wine maker made him feel too sick to his stomach, and he couldn't bear it.

Cheng Yiming left.There was a brief silence in the living room.

"Charles" looked at Si Jiu attentively and enthusiastically, but because of her cold expression, he patiently did not approach her.

After a long time, she finally waved to herself.

The eyes of "Charles" who got the permission lit up, and he immediately sat next to the secretary and held her hand.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

He kept kissing the back of her hand, palm, and fingers, and looked at her without blinking.

Looking into her eyes made his heart ache, and he always had a pair of eyes that were equally beautiful but empty and lifeless.

Now the eyes lit up again.

The joy of regaining what was lost almost brought him to tears.

Si Jiu sighed, pinched his chin, and stopped his movements.

"Charles, where is Ayu?"

"You and Xiu, what's going on?"

Her expression was almost nonchalant.

Charles gasped for breath, a hurt look on his face.

"Your Highness... don't you want to see me?"

Does His Highness like Xiu or that man named Xie Yu more than me?

Why is it always like this!
Although he seems to have forgotten too many memories of the past, he seems to be no stranger to this heartache and sour feeling.

It's like a long, long time ago, His Highness was like this. Compared with him, she always gave others, even more.

"Can't you just look at me?"

He grabbed the wine secretary's hand, leaned towards her, put one hand on the back of the sofa, and locked her between the sofa and himself.

"Just look at me, okay?"

His eyes shone eerily, with a hint of blue flashing from time to time, his expression was in danger of losing control.

　Personality Journal: Just look at me, can't you?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)