Chapter 9 Young Master Gu's Fairy Fairy (9)
Jiaoyang is wearing a white nightdress, which is somewhat see-through, revealing the white camisole underneath, and her two tender legs are standing straight from the hem of the skirt.
"I changed to a new room and I couldn't sleep."
Jiaoyang opened her eyes and talked nonsense, she spoke up brazenly, and didn't care that the fact that she came here was clearly her own request.
It is cool at night.
Sheng Yuze glanced at her, and gave her a black coat from the side.
"Then what to do?"
Thinking of what she said in the corridor today, she deliberately teased her, "Do you want to tell a story to lull our little Jiaoyang to sleep?"
"I"
Jiao Yang glared at him, then leaned over and grabbed the man's arm, "It's no need to tell stories, just stay with me."
"This." Sheng Yuze glanced at the project proposal on the table, put down the pen, and stroked the little girl's hair, "Okay."
Brother, your daughter is really difficult to manage, and your child is really difficult to raise. It's a pity that you have grown so many gray hairs in the past few decades, but it was not for the company.
Jiao Yang didn't care what he was thinking, she raised her hand up, followed his example, put her hand on the man's hair, and stroked it.
Sheng Yuze was taken aback for a moment, his eyes trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes, just in time to meet hers.
"wet."
Jiaoyang met his gaze frankly, her tone seemed to be stating the facts.
"Mmmm wet."
Sheng Yuze hid his eyes for a moment, stretched out his other hand, and took off the little hand she placed on top of his head. Why was it so soft? It was so small, like a child.
"I'll do it later." He let go of his hand and took a step back as if avoiding it.
"But it's already night."
Jiaoyang looked at him, serious scientific popularization, "Uncle, you are almost thirty years old now, you should take good care of it, otherwise you will be middle-aged and bald, ugly, just like my dad."
Father Sheng, who was on a business trip in another country, sneezed inexplicably: Miss me, little girl?
Sheng Yuze was stunned for a while, and then said with a smile: "You are a big kid."
After speaking, he pinched her face.
Jiaoyang snorted, ran outside to tinker for a while, and came back after a while.
Sheng Yuze just stayed in the study and waited, looking at the plan in front of him, also a little absent-minded, looking at the figure of her who didn't know what to do outside, there was a vague expectation in her heart.
"Hairdryer?" The man looked at the thing in the little girl's hand, a little surprised.
"OK."
Jiaoyang nodded, walked over with a hair dryer, touched Sheng Yuze's slightly wet hair with her fingers, passed it lightly through his hair, and then began to blow it for him.
He has a lot of hair, black and thick, and the hair is still smooth. It seems that her worry is a bit unnecessary.
"You're busy, I'll blow dry for you," Jiao Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, "Little uncle, don't rely on the fact that you have a lot of hair, so you don't have a sense of crisis."
"I'll do it myself."
Sheng Yuze was not used to it, so he hid for a while, and his body was forcibly fixed by Jiaoyang's other free hand.
"That's not okay, I said I won't bother you."
Jiaoyang's small head poked out from behind his neck, and she blinked at him, "Go to work, leave other things to me."
Sheng Yuze stared blankly at her, and after a while, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he nodded to her.
The scalp of the human body is one of the most sensitive parts. There are countless acupuncture points on it, and it should also be the place where the body's defense mechanism is strongest.
Sheng Yuze paused holding the pen tip, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, but he soon understood that this was a family affection that was thicker than water, something that no one else could bring to him.
I felt that the place on the top of my head touched by her fingers stretched like never before, my body relaxed invisibly, and the fatigue of the day was swept away.
"How is it?" Jiao Yang moved closer to his face and asked, quite like asking for praise.
Sheng Yuze put down his pen, leaned back, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
"good."
"Is it just good?" Jiaoyang couldn't get the answer she wanted, and she pursed her red lips unwillingly.
The corners of Sheng Yuze's mouth turned up again, and he stretched out his hand to hook her little finger: "It's very good."
Jiao Yang was satisfied with this, and smiled and bent her eyes, "That's about it."
She poked her fingers inward until she interlocked his fingers tightly.
Sheng Yuze was stunned, smiled, and let her go.
Jiaoyang then kept one hand intertwined with his fingers, and held a hair dryer in the other hand to blow dry for him.
Sheng Yu chose to turn his head, looked at their current situation from the mirror, and laughed.
This kid.
Those who didn’t know thought she was holding some treasure in her hand.
But she doesn't know Jiao Yang's psychology at the moment: the hands of the little uncle, the fingers are slender and perfect, like a work of art, isn't it a treasure?
at last.
"alright."
Jiaoyang threw the hair dryer aside, looking like she's done.
Sheng Yuze knew at a glance that she had no experience in taking care of others, and shook her blow-dried hair in front of the mirror, but her heart was warm.
Even though she has no experience in taking care of others, she is still willing to take the initiative to take care of him.
That child has sincere affection for him from the heart.
Said not to disturb him, but in the end it still disturbed him.
Jiao Yang glanced at the planning case on Sheng Yuze's table, and her red lips pouted inexplicably: "Lu's acquisition?"
Sheng Yu chose a "hmm", opened the file in front of her, then bent his eyes, and said something jokingly: "After all, it is what the future ruler of the Sheng family said, how dare I not listen to it."
The man looks good when he smiles, his thick eyelashes are long and curly, and his Ruifeng eyes are curved, like a pair of curved crescent moons, like a charming sea monster.
Jiao Yang smiled in satisfaction, her eyes were bent like him, and there was a pair of crescent moons of the same style on her face.
The soft red lips "popped" on his face: "I know that little uncle treats me the best."
Deeper in the middle of the night.
After Sheng Yu chose to deal with the work, his thoughts were taken out of the work, and he suddenly thought of something, and looked over the sofa.
The little guy was already asleep, and he said he wanted to accompany him, but he slept soundly.
He got up and went over, looking at her sleeping face. After watching quietly for a while, I couldn't help reaching out and touching the tip of her lovely nose.
Jiaoyang muttered something during the period, but he didn't hear clearly.
"Mr. Sheng," the secretary next to him came up, "Ask someone to take the young lady back to the room."
Sheng Yuze still looked at her and shook his head.
Finally picked her up, and smiled when I passed by the mirror and saw this scene. Only then did I truly feel the bitterness and fatigue of the elder brother taking care of the child, as well as the deep warmth in it.
There is one more!
(end of this chapter)