Chapter 1333

The little fried dough sticks couldn't help exclaiming.

What a clever man.

Then he saw a picture frame next to him and picked it up. He saw Qiao qianai Ning Qichen in the picture, holding a little girl with a sweet smile in his arms, and a little boy standing behind him. He probably didn't want to take pictures, so he was a little far away, and he also put a smelly face, but his expression was very cute. Little fried dough sticks couldn't help laughing.

Just then, a cold question came from behind.

"What are you doing?!"

The little fried dough sticks trembled with fear, and the photo frame slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a slap.

He hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, but his hand was suddenly caught, raised his head, and saw a young man standing in front of him.

I don't know if it was the effect of the sunset outside the window. He suddenly felt that the young handsome face seemed to be emitting a shining light, which made him look silly for a moment.

He just felt in a trance, and everything around him became unreal, like a beautiful dream.

Otherwise, how could he see such a beautiful face that he couldn't find anything wrong.

The cold outline, exquisite facial features, and even the frown slightly frowned because of unhappiness are all beautiful and exciting.

The boy shook off his hand, stood up slowly, looked at him condescending, arrogant like a king.

"Who are you?"

The little fried dough sticks woke up and stood up. First, they apologized, "sorry, I didn't mean it. I'll compensate you for a photo album."

The boy was impatient and asked again, "who are you?!"

The little fried dough stick replied, "I'm Miss Wen's son's assistant."

He looked at the photos on the ground and at the boy. He suddenly realized, "this is your... Room?"

"Nonsense!" The boy glanced at him coldly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped the debris on the ground, and then threw it into the trash can.

The little fried dough sticks understood that the boy grabbed his hand just now because he was afraid that his hand would be cut by fragments.

He couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him. He was wearing a school uniform and a loose schoolbag on one shoulder. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, but he was almost shoulder high with himself. He was so good that he was like a model.

He gradually guessed the identity of the boy.

"Young master Ning, I have no intention of breaking into your bedroom. If you mind, I apologize."

The boy raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem to expect that the small fried dough sticks could guess his identity. Instead, he replied faintly, "No."

The little fried dough stick pulled his sleeve and felt a little embarrassed. He visited someone else's house for the first time and broke into someone else's bedroom. He even broke someone else's things, which made him feel embarrassed.

Seeing that he was stunned, the boy put down his schoolbag and turned to look at him, but his cheeks were red, like a small tomato.

"Your face is very red."

When the little fried dough stick heard this, he was stunned and immediately raised his head. He saw that the boy was leaning close to himself and staring at his face.

In an instant, the little fried dough sticks felt his face hot, but he got up a little embarrassed. He didn't dare to look directly into the young man's eyes, and even his words became unskillful.

"Yes... It's a little hot."

"Are you still hot? Why are you standing in my bedroom? " The boy was expelled without mercy.