Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

The little girl gurgled her eyes, and gave Shen Qingjue a sweet smile. The two dimples on the white and tender cheeks were very cute.

The soft little milk sounded.

"My name is Yan Huan."

The young man nodded slightly, indicating that he knew it, his brows were indifferent, and the lacquer black pupils glanced at her again.

Seeing Shen Qingjue's lifeless appearance, the little girl had to drill into the carriage inch by inch, and then fell smoothly to eat shit.

"..."

Fortunately, the carriage was covered with a thick and soft blanket, otherwise Chu Yanhuan's small face would be broken.

With a dizzy head and a feeling of shame, she lay there pretending to be dead for two seconds.

Then, a pair of clean and cool hands picked her up.

Chu Yanhuan turned his head in a stupefied manner, and met Shen Qingjue's jade-like eyes, and a slight smile flashed in it.

"Are you OK?"

The unfamiliar voice of the teenager sounded, pleasing to the ear, clean and clear, and listening to it could calm people's heart.

The little girl shook her head, her blushing lips pursed, and her face was stained with gray, like a dirty little tabby cat.

Shen Qingjue frowned slightly.

After a pause, he took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to Chu Yanhuan, and said quietly: "wipe your face."

The boy's snow-white fingertips pinched a handkerchief, leaned slightly, and several strands of jet black hair fell on his white side face.

His lowered eyebrows, the moonlight outside quietly fell on the slender and curled eyelashes, and the juvenile green eyebrows appeared a bit soft.

Chu Yanhuan stared at the white hand.

Look at Shen Qingjue's indifferent and gentle expression.

"..." She silently took the handkerchief, and then she squeezed a delicate face and said thank you.

The little girl began to wipe her face.

The more you rub, the more you spend.

Shen Qingjue looked at her for two seconds, pursing his thin lips like petals, and put down the book he was holding.

Then stretched out his hand and gently took the veil in Chu Yanhuan's hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly: "I'll wipe it for you."

Without waiting for the little girl's answer, the young man took the kerchief on his own, gently supporting her chin with one hand, and carefully wiping her face.

Chu Yanhuan was sitting on the soft couch now.

Because the carriage of the carriage is relatively small, and the boy's figure is already relatively slender, he half-kneeled over there, and the corners of the snow-white clothes brushed the little girl's fingertips casually.

Itchy.

Chu Yanhuan looked at him in a daze, with a pair of beautiful eyes like black grapes, blinking occasionally, as if he could talk.

Suddenly, the little girl smiled sweetly at Shen Qingjue, revealing two snow-white little tiger teeth, sharp and cute.

"Brother, you gave birth really well."

"When I saw you, I felt happy."

Hearing this, Shen Qingjue had a pause with her hand in hand.

The boy's delicate and indifferent eyebrows froze, and his crimson lips lightly stained with rouge, moved slightly, "Children, don't say such things nonsense."

He continued to wipe her face with gentle movements.

"..." Chu Yanhuan became unhappy.

Who is a child, you are a child, your whole family is a child! !

But she dare not say this, after all, this person is the golden thigh she wants to hold~

Otherwise, I will really live on the street...

Huh!

The little girl bulged, her eyes gurgled, she reached out and grabbed a corner of Shen Qingjue's snow-colored clothes, and said pitifully, "Little brother, can you take me in?"

"I was abandoned by my parents and became homeless..."