I don't have the habit of putting children to sleep
The first time was before the wedding, when Shi Jing took her to meet his grandfather, the second time was on the wedding day, and now, it was the third time.
She was thinking, if she had not refused the marriage in public that day, what would be the situation between her and Shi Jing now.
She felt inexplicably sad in her heart, and it wasn't until Shi Jing stuffed Miaomiao back into her hand the next second that she regained consciousness.
"What are you doing?"
Carefully taking Miao Miao from his hand, she lowered her voice and looked at Shi Jing and asked.
"Take Miao Miao in."
Shi Jing's natural voice sounded, completely giving instructions.
Qian Qianqian felt a little unhappy in her heart, pouting her mouth and muttering softly: "Don't you know how to hug yourself?"
"I'm not in the habit of putting my children to sleep."
Shi Jing replied disapprovingly, his tone still sounding like he deserved to be beaten.
Qian Qianqian was speechless. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the little guy who seemed to be sleeping soundly in her arms. She raised her eyes and looked at Shi Jing again and said:
"Isn't Miaomiao already asleep? I don't need you to coax her."
I really don't understand why this young master is so lazy. He is not willing to carry his niece to bed, but he still has to find an excuse to throw the child into her hands.
Hearing this, Shi Jing glanced at her with raised eyebrows, a strange look flashing in his eyes, narrowed his cunning eyes, slowly approached her, and said:
"If you had put the time you spent talking back to me into carrying Miaomiao back to the room, you would have come out by now."
"you......"
Knowing that she couldn't tell Shi Jing, Qian Qianqian chose to keep her mouth shut again.
Her thin lips moved a few times in dissatisfaction, but she still gave in to Shi Jing.
He turned around and walked into the living room with Miaomiao in his arms, then walked toward the room upstairs.
Shi Jing followed her, looking at the vague melancholy on her unconvinced back. He frowned again and looked away from her back.
Thinking of how she was staring at the villa in front of her as if thinking about something when she got out of the car, from beginning to end, her face and eyes were full of helplessness.
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self-abasement.
Thinking of this, he began to feel uncomfortable again.
He turned his attention to the servants who were busy in the living room and raised his hand to the housekeeper.
"Master, what are your orders?"
But after seeing Shi Jing leaning down and whispering into the housekeeper's ear for a few times, the housekeeper couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. He looked up at Shi Jing, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Go quickly."
"Yes, Master."
After she calmed down, the housekeeper immediately made preparations according to Shi Jing's instructions.
Qian Qianqian carried Miaomiao to one of the rooms to sleep, and then walked out of the room.
When I walked to the stairs, I saw that Shi Jing had put on his slippers and was sitting in the living room, reading a newspaper, looking leisurely and contented.
Her footsteps stopped at the entrance of the stairs, and her eyes rested quietly on Shi Jing.
His fine, fresh hair covered his usually cunning and shrewd black eyes. He sat on the sofa with his slender legs crossed, seemingly in such a lazy posture, but he always inadvertently
It reveals an indescribable attraction.
She just watched quietly, and unconsciously lost her concentration again.
She didn't know how long she had been standing at the top of the stairs. When she came back to her senses, she felt a little unnatural when she thought about how she had lost consciousness again just now because of the time mirror.