Qingshan chuckled, looked up and shouted towards the tea table:
"Luo Wenyuan, have you changed your bank card password?"
“Changed!”
"What is it?"
", your birthday——!"
Qingshan looked back at Zhang Meiling with a smug look on his face.
Zhang Meiling: ...As expected, invisible pretense is the most deadly! (╬◣д◢) Chen Jianguo, look at him!
"Mom, don't worry about me. I'll never be reduced to asking others for money. You and my dad can eat whatever we want and wear whatever we want. I can afford to support you as a daughter! I bought two donkey buns, one for you and grandma, to buy groceries!"
"Bah! I have money to burn you——!"
Zhang Meiling stretched out her finger and tapped Qingshan on the forehead, her heart filled with satisfaction and pride.
The family talked for a while, and before they knew it, it was half past ten. Chen Jianguo had to go to work the next day, so it was time for him to go to bed.
The guest room of the Chen family villa is on the first floor. Qingshan changed the sheets, quilt cover and pillows for Luo Wenyuan, and laid a small blanket for Yin'er to sleep in the living room. Then he went back to his room on the second floor, washed up and went to bed.
Qingshan was about to fall asleep when she suddenly felt a heat on her back. An equally warm arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in his arms. Qingshan was startled and all her sleepiness disappeared. She turned around and asked Luo Wenyuan with wide eyes:
"How did you get in? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by my parents?"
Luo Wenyuan kissed her eyelids lightly, and felt the touch was delicate and smooth, like soft jade, so he kissed her all the way down. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and their lips and tongues intertwined, making a sound of water, until they both stopped, panting.
This was the first time that Luo Wenyuan had hugged Qingshan and lay with her since he kissed her at the Luo family. He felt more irresistible than ever before. This little bastard must be poisonous. He probably won't be able to quit in his life!
Luo Wenyuan's heart was beating like a drum. He placed his hands on Qingshan's waist and dared not move. He took a few deep breaths and finally controlled his desire to a tolerable level. Then he said in a hoarse voice:
"Don't worry, I won't find you!"
Qingshan didn't dare to move. She and Luo Wenyuan were only separated by two thin layers of pajamas. If she continued to flirt with him without knowing the limits, she would be punished.
The two of them lay in each other's arms for a long time before Qingshan quickly moved back and put her hand on Luo Wenyuan's chest, staring at him with her peach blossom eyes, both angry and coquettish:
"Go back to sleep!"
"……I don't……"
"Hiss, are you asking for trouble?"
“…I’m happy to…”
Qingshan was convinced. She had to coax the tsundere boyfriend whom she had chosen with great discerning eyes, even with tears in her eyes. What else could she do?
Qingshan put his arm around Luo Wenyuan's waist, placed his palm between his shoulder blades on his back, and patted him gently as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.
Luo Wenyuan saw Qingshan actually hugging him, and didn't know what she was going to do. When the little hands began to pat his back rhythmically, Luo Wenyuan was stunned.
After his parents passed away, Luo Zhentian used work to numb the pain of losing his son, and it was common for him not to go home for several days. Luo Shaolan was lying in bed and had difficulty taking care of herself. Luo Shaohui was also a teenager at the time and had no idea how to coax a child.
Fortunately, Luo Wenyuan is easy to take care of. He eats when he is hungry and sleeps when he is tired. He never cries or makes a fuss, so he has never had to be coaxed to sleep.
Until he was five years old, one day he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. He was scared and cried to find his grandfather, but Luo Zhentian was not at home, Luo Shaolan had gone to the United States, and Luo Shaohui was serving in the navy. There were only him and the nanny in the huge courtyard.
The nanny was snoring loudly in the guest room, completely unaware that a little person was hesitating barefoot in front of her door.
After a long time, Xiao Wenyuan returned to the east wing with cold hands and feet. He wiped his tears and lay back on the bed. He curled himself up into a ball, pressed his knees against his chest to block the emptiness in his heart, and fell asleep in a daze.
Luo Wenyuan, looking through the light and shadow of the years, saw a five-year-old child, bathed in moonlight and starlight, standing in the courtyard, hugging a persimmon tree. The tree that his parents had planted with their own hands when he was born had already grown tall and majestic.
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