Heart Stealer Young Master Bo

Shi Qingjue's eyebrows frowned without a trace.

He has never suffered this kind of grievance, and no one dares to let him do this kind of thing, but since even his father has done it...

"Give it to me." He said quietly.

Ji Lin then handed the durian to Shi Qingjue, and then quickly disappeared before his eyes with great insight.

Shi Qingjue's narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked down at the durian in his hand, saying that it was durian rather than durian skin. I was afraid that Shi Hongxuan had already knelt out of experience, and only left the durian skin that was flattened...

"Xixi." He tapped the door twice again.

There was a sense of tentativeness in the deep voice, and then he carefully approached the door to listen to the movement inside.

Nan Xiyue buried her head in the pillow, sulking.

Hearing the sound outside, she lifted the pillow a little and glanced back, "Don't even want to come in without kneeling durian!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Qingjue's lips pressed lightly.

He looked down at the durian skin in his hand again, and his clear eyes were full of disgust.

But thinking that I would annoy Nan Xiyue...

Shi Qingjue licked his back molars, as if he had made a big decision, "Isn't it durian... I kneel."

As he spoke, he bent down and put the durian skin on the ground.

Nan Xiyue suddenly raised her head, she turned her eyes to the door with some doubts, her eyes flashed slightly.

She murmured, "No way..."

Shi Qingjue, a stinky man who usually wants face so much, wouldn't he really kneel on durian because of her short words?

Nan Xiyue couldn't believe it, but even if she didn't believe that Shi Qing Jue would really do this, she was a little uneasy in her heart...

Finally, he threw away the pillow and turned over and sat up.

Shi Qingjue put the durian skin on the corridor. He bends his leg slowly, tentatively putting his knee on the durian skin, preparing to find a suitable position to kneel down...

But at this time, the bedroom door was suddenly opened!

Nan Xiyue opened her beautiful eyes sharply, "Shi Qingjue! What are you doing! Where did you find a durian skin!"

She immediately grabbed Shi Qing Jue's wrist and pulled him up.

Some looked at the durian skin in disbelief, "I said you should kneel when you are asked? You are not very capable!"

Shi Qingjue looked at her with her thin lips.

There was a faint grievance in those clear eyes, and he whispered, "Of course I kneel when you make me kneel."

"You..." Nan Xiyue rolled her eyes with anger.

But thinking that it was indeed her rude request, after all, she was still a little guilty, "I, I just joked."

She was really mad at Shi Qingjue.

After all, injury is not something that can be joked casually, she just wants to get revenge when she is angry.

Nan Xiyue glanced down at his knee, "Doesn't it hurt you? I feel so panicky holding the durian in her hand..."

Shi Qingjue's lips gently curved a little.

He held Nan Xiyue's wrist, leaned close suddenly, and joked in a low voice, "Didn't you say you won't care about me anymore?"

Nan Xiyue rolled her eyes at him again in disgust.

After breaking away from Shi Qing Jue's palm, she turned around angrily and walked back to the bedroom, sat on the bed like a puff, reached out to grab the pillow and hugged it in her arms.

Shi Qingjue walked into the room steadily. He sat next to Nan Xiyue, his arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her into his arms.

Slightly tilted her head to her ear and said, "I was wrong."

Hearing this, Nan Xiyue's lips gently moved.

But Shi Qingjue's attitude was very sincere, "I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't fool you with that kind of thing before. I promise I won't do this again, eh?"

Nan Xiyue lightly raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

There was a little wave of light flowing in the delicate eyes, as if a little doubtful, "Really?"

"Really." Shi Qingjue's voice was very deep.

Seeing his sincere appearance, Nan Xiyue's suffocation gradually disappeared, "Then...the punishment is to squeeze my shoulders. My shoulders are sore recently."

Hearing this, Shi Qingjue laughed helplessly.

He put his hand on Nan Xiyue's shoulder, "Okay, I will do whatever my wife tells me."

"Who is your wife..." Nan Xiyue whispered.

She glanced at the man secretly from the corner of her light, "I haven't gotten the certificate and haven't got a diamond ring, so I don't admit it."

Shi Qingjue's eyebrows were gently raised.

He was actually prepared for the diamond ring a long time ago. It seems that he should find an opportunity to abduct her to the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as possible...

...

At the same time, Shi Qinglan sat cross-legged on the bed.

She gently leaned on the soft pillow, pinched a pen between her slender and white fingers, casually drew something on the sketchbook, and looked out the window for inspiration from time to time.

"Acheng, I have never designed children's clothes. Do you think it's better to use a bow tie or lace?"

Shi Qinglan designs clothes for her baby when she has nothing to do.

Although she doesn’t know if it is a boy or a girl, she works as a girl most of the time.

"Everything is fine." Bo Yucheng's red lips lightly twitched.

He sent the mail in his hand, and then got up and moved to Shi Qinglan's side, bending over to look at the things in her notebook.

The man raised his eyebrows, "Is it a small skirt?"

"Yeah." Shi Qinglan nodded lightly, "Should girls not wear small skirts? What color is good?"

But Bo Yucheng's eyebrows frowned without a trace.

The picture quickly emerged in his mind. The little girl who was carved and jade dressed in a delicate and beautiful goose-yellow princess dress, with lotus root-like calves exposed outside, white and tender...

"No." Bo Yucheng refused sharply.

When he took away the pen in Qinglan's hand, "What kind of skirt a girl wears, just design a few pants."

Shi Qinglan raised his face and looked at him inexplicably.

She snatched the pencil from the man's hand, "Boys only wear pants, little girls should wear skirts."

"Our girl doesn't wear it." Bo Yucheng was unhappy.

Shi Qinglan's appearance is already high, and the baby born must be beautiful since childhood. If she wears a small skirt again...

What if someone else is worried about the little milk baby!

Bo Yucheng's expression was a little unhappy, "I don't allow our daughters to wear skirts. If unfortunately, I have a son."

Anyway, the brat is not afraid even if he is worried about him.

Shi Qinglan slowly shot out one:......?

She didn't understand the man's logic for a while, "have you been too busy at work recently and went crazy? Forget it, I shouldn't ask you to decide on this kind of thing, you go to work."

When Shi Qinglan said, he pushed the man beside him away.

She lowered her eyes and continued to design the small skirt, but at this moment, the WeChat ring rang suddenly and a video call came over.