Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu didn't respond and drove away in his car.

The black Lamborghini sped away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ying Shuxiang stared at the speeding car, her eyes flickering in the night.

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It was late at night and the cool breeze poured into the car through the open window. The boy's hair was a little messy.

Ying Junchu quickly returned to Shunhua Villa.

Swipe your card in.

The lights in the house were still on.

Anyone?

She walked into the living room warily.

What jumped into my eyes was this scene.

The young man dressed in white fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

The moonlight was cold and bright, and the breeze caressed the window screen.

Broken light fell on his face, and his facial lines were soft.

When Ying Jun saw this scene for the first time, this sentence couldn't help but come to mind.

Green clothes and white neon clothes.

It is undeniable that Ling Yiche does look good in white.

Ying Junchu couldn't help but walk softly, not wanting to wake him up.

A little closer.

The young man breathes evenly and sleeps peacefully.

But he still couldn't hide the tiredness between his eyebrows.

There is still a faint hint of indigo under the eyes.

Clearly sleep deprived.

There was a book lying quietly in Ling Yiche's arms.

Ying Junchu gently picked up the book in his arms and browsed.

Take a look at the title of the book: Medical Law Yuantong

Opening the pages, the paper is yellowed with traces of time.

The corner of the book is slightly wrinkled, which must be the result of the book's owner reading it frequently.

There are also Juanxiu's neat handwriting between the lines.

There is also another type of writing.

There are also many profound and sophisticated comments.

Ying Junchu was not surprised. She knew that Ling Yiche knew Chinese medicine.

It makes sense to read Chinese medicine books.

He probably fell asleep because he was tired from reading.

She stared at the sleeping boy for a while.

I watched it for a full minute.

The tiredness in the young man's brows was obvious.

Is his workload too much?

It seems that he still has to hire a servant, so he can't be tired.

Ying Junchu was very kind to Ling Yiche, but she didn't seem to realize it yet.

She took out a blanket and covered Ling Yiche. It was late at night and the coolness was coming, so she was afraid that he would catch a cold.

The boy is too slender, even if he sleeps on the sofa, there is still a lot of space.

Ying Junchu frowned slightly.

Tweaked his blanket.

He accidentally touched the boy's clean white collar.

Maybe it's because I feel too insecure, or because I sleep less.

Ling Yiche woke up.

With sleepy eyes, Ying Junchu's handsome face came into view.

"Ying...Mr. Ying?"

Perhaps because he had just woken up, Ling Yiche's gentle boyish voice had a hint of hoarseness.

Hearing this, Ying Jun was stunned for a moment.

Pull your hand back quickly.

"Ahem...are you awake? Did I disturb you?"

She seemed a little uncomfortable.

"It didn't make any noise, I woke up on my own..."

As he spoke, Ling Yiche turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Total darkness.

The thick clouds have faded.

There are stars and the moonlight is so beautiful.

Ling Yiche silently held his forehead, why did he fall asleep here?

"Sorry, Mr. Ying, I accidentally fell asleep."

"I'll go back now."

For some reason, he was particularly afraid that Ying Junchu would hate him or find him troublesome.

After saying this, Ling Yiche stood up to leave.

"Stay here tonight, it's too late."

Ying Junchu spoke lightly, but it had an irresistible meaning.

"this……"

Ling Yiche wanted to refuse out loud.

"Just do it."

"Okay." Ling Yiche nodded obediently. It seemed that he would not refuse any of Ying Junchu's requests.

"Yeah." Ying Junchu nodded, his eyes calm.

"Choose your own room."

"There are new toiletries in the storage room, go get them yourself."

After saying that, Ying Junchu turned around and went upstairs.

"Thank you, Mr. Ying." Ling Yiche shouted to Ying Junchu's back.

Ying Junchu didn't respond to him, so she opened the door to the bedroom on the second floor and went in.

Snapped!

The sound of the door closing was particularly loud in the huge villa.

Ling Yiche was left alone in the living room.

The warm orange light stretched the young man's figure.