Chapter 22: The Big Guy's Little Sweet Bun (22)

Under Xiang Xing's careful care, the little flower pot successfully crossed a bumpy and rugged winding mountain road and returned to the Lu family manor.

Walking into the house, the girl paused, tilted her head, and hesitantly looked back and forth between each room and the hall.

Where should I put it?

[…… Of course, it is best to put it in Lu Shaoqian's bedroom! ]

Duck Duck smiled treacherously, and made all kinds of suggestions in his mind, [so that you can have some in-depth contact with him in the name of taking care of Little Flowery......]

It's not all like this on TV, when you act, you turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, a bodyguard becomes a master, and passive happiness becomes active happiness......

However, Xiang Xing didn't seem to notice what gibberish it was talking about.

I turned my little brain around very hard, and my soft gaze finally fixed on the door of Lu Shaoqian's study.

Well, Shao Qian is too busy at work on weekdays, and the pressure is too great.

There is a pleasing flower in his work position, which should relieve his stress.

Otherwise, you'll be bald.

Having made up her mind, the girl continued to hold on to the small flower pot and cautiously went upstairs.

……

Speaking of which, it was the first time she had walked into his study.

This study is not too big compared to her bedroom, but the style is very elegant and fresh, which can make people unconsciously calm down.

Xiang Xing came to Lu Shaoqian's desk and looked up and down, looking for a place where she could put a small flower pot.

But he was slightly shaken by a photo frame reflecting the sunlight.

"Hmm......"

She subconsciously raised her hand and covered her eyes.

Curiously, he approached and glanced at the frame.

The frame is a little old, some parts have faded a little color, and there are some traces of friction.

I guess it's often picked up and scrutinized.,Cause.。

In the frame, there is a group photo of four young men, with an average age of only twenty-three or four, hooking their shoulders in high spirits.

All four of them were dressed in camouflage, color, and clothing covered with stains and dust, and their faces were covered with cover-up paint.

However, it does not affect the handsome appearance of the four of them, and they smile even more brightly.

Lu Shaoqian is one of them.

Xiang Xing suddenly remembered that Yaya seemed to have said before that before Lu Shaoqian returned to Haicheng to engage in real estate, he had come over in specialty, breeding, production, warfare, troops, teams, service, and service.

That's it.

The girl suddenly realized, first at the sunlight shining in the window, and then at the sun-dried picture frame.

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but put down the small flower pot, carefully reached over my hand, and pushed the picture frame a little inside.

It can't be exposed to direct sunlight.

Otherwise, it is easy to get sunburned.

Just as she carefully found the right angle, the study door creaked softly and was pushed open again.

The sudden sound startled Xiang Xing, and he quickly withdrew his hand, looked back a little crampedly, and looked at the comer.

Fortunately, the man at the door was not angry with her actions.

Instead, he hooked the corners of his extremely gentle crimson lips and walked over slowly.

Gently held her little hand that was trembling with anxiety: "What's wrong?" ”

“……”

Xiang Xing bit his powder and lip.

After thinking about it, his head drooped like a puppy who had done something wrong, and said glutinously:

"I'm sorry I touched your stuff without your permission......"