How clever.
He is just a rebellious younger brother who speaks without thinking because of his older brother's blame.
This is so normal.
As expected, the innocent girl quickly accepted his words. Her expression brightened considerably, and she even gently stroked his soft, fluffy black hair. "It's not your fault. Your brother was just too anxious. He doesn't really blame you."
Meng Jingchi tentatively held the girl tightly in his arms.
Pan Shu did not resist either.
She was completely unaware that the cunning and sinister boy was testing her bottom line step by step.
that's all.
It would be great if my brother could die in Guannan forever.
Meng Jingchi spent the sweetest and most wonderful eighteen years of his life.
In the huge Meng Mansion, there are only two owners, him and Ban Shu.
He asked his servants to call him Young Master instead of Little Young Master.
Because the servants always called Panshu "Young Madam".
Young Master, Young Madam.
What a fitting title.
Meng Jingchi's immoral thoughts were almost obvious.
Just as Meng Jingchi knocked on the door again, hugging his pillow, his uncle, who had aged a lot, tiredly admonished, "Young Master, you shouldn't do this. This is the eldest master's room."
"Uncle, you're getting old, and your memory is getting worse." Under the dim light, the boy's features were sharp and delicate. "You should call me Young Master, don't forget."
The vermilion lacquered wooden door was opened from the inside.
Meng Jingchi glanced at his uncle coldly. His uncle sighed, hunched his back and left quietly.
Pan Shu was not surprised at all when she saw the tall young man outside the door.
——He has been here many times.
Meng Jingchi had already put on a pitiful expression, "Sister, I'm so scared. The lightning just now was about to form a spider web..."
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