The little ancestor and the big devil

Chapter 44 I Like You

Shen Yijun looked at Shen Lianjun, held her small face and shook it, "Just take care of your own affairs! You still have to care about others."

Shen Lianjun frowned and smiled.

"I... went back to class." Ning Yuan said.

The Shen sisters looked sideways at him.

Ning Yuan waved his hands at the two, looked up at Luo Wensheng uncomfortably, "See you tonight."

"Oh, I have something to do tonight, so I won't go home." Luo Wensheng said.

"...Oh, okay, I see." After Ning Yuan finished speaking, he gave Luo Wensheng a stiff smile, turned and left.

Luo Wensheng: "..."

Ning Yuan didn't quite know what Luo Wensheng was busy with. Anyway, it was not until the weekend that he got up in a daze to have breakfast in the morning, only to find that Luo Wensheng was also at the dinner table by accident.

It should be something as natural as the existence of family members, but Ning Yuan just froze on the stairs, not knowing how to face it for a while.

Faced with this, the man who may be about to marry a wife and have children, but appears in his dreams all night long.

"Good morning, Xiaoyuan!" Luo Wensheng smiled.

"...Morning." Ning Yuan tried his best to smile, but he swallowed the word "Wen" incompletely.

He couldn't say why, but he suddenly didn't want to call Luo Wensheng's name.

Although in reality there is only a short physical distance of a few meters between the two, in Ning Yuan's mind, at some point, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, abysses, ravines, and thorns between the two of them.

Luo Wensheng frowned, got up and walked towards Ning Yuan, "Xiao Yuan? Why do you look so ugly? What's wrong?"

"...No." Ning Yuan retreated subconsciously.Even want to run away.

But the secret but passionate nostalgia in his heart locked his feet firmly in place, until his whole body was enveloped by Luo Wensheng's figure, with warm palms covering his forehead and caressing his cheeks.

"Xiaoyuan? Is something uncomfortable? Tell me quickly." Luo Wensheng frowned.

Ning Yuan's heart was beating like thunder, his ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear Luo Wensheng's words, he just watched his lips open and close.

I really want...to kiss her.

I don't know if it's the taste of a dream.

"Xiao Yuan?" Luo Wensheng looked at the boy in front of him worriedly.

No fever.However, his complexion changed from blue and white to today's reddish...

Luo Wensheng looked down at Ning Yuan who looked up at him momentarily.

this kid...

"Hey! Xiaoyuan!" He hugged Ning Yuan who suddenly closed his eyes and fell into his arms.

Ning Yuan stiffened and curled up in front of Luo Wensheng's chest.

The familiar faint fragrance instantly occupied the commanding heights of perception, telling him how long he hadn't smelled this fragrance; telling him how deadly temptation this kind of fragrance, which is so faint that it seems to be absent, is to him.

"Zhang Ming! Come here!"

Ning Yuan suddenly "fainted", Luo Wensheng didn't dare to move.

Zhang Ming, who had been on standby for a long time, stepped forward immediately.

Footsteps sounded, first step, second step...

Ning Yuan gritted his teeth and squeezed his palm, then slowly let go.

Supporting Luo Wensheng's chest, he straightened up and smiled hard, "I..."

I seem to like you, what should I do?

"I seem to..." Ning Yuan frowned, bit his lower lip, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead in a concealed manner, endured the soreness in his upper eye sockets and the swelling pain in his throat, raised his head and smiled at Luo Wensheng, "I slept too late last night. Yes, a little dizzy."

"I'll go back and sleep again." Ning Yuan turned and went back to the bedroom.

But Luo Wensheng held on to his wrist.

Ning Yuan didn't turn around.

"Xiaoyuan." Luo Wensheng said.

A very common name call.Ning Yuan didn't know how many times he had heard it, and he didn't know why this time, from the wrist pulled by Luo Wensheng, his whole body would feel numb all the way.

Inexplicably want to cry.

Let go.

I don't know how long I can suppress the restlessness and impulse in my heart.

Maybe it's the next second.

let go.

"You have something on your mind." Luo Wensheng's tone was very certain.

I am not worried.

I just……

I have you in my heart.

"Heh." Ning Yuan lowered his head and hummed.

A white and thin neck protruded from the tail of the hair and the collar, and the neck bone protruded sharply, just like its owner, stubborn and fragile.

"Isn't my age the age with the most sentimentality and worries?" Ning Yuan laughed at himself in a low voice, "It's just 'sorry for writing new words'."

"I don't want to tell you, lest you laugh at me."

I'm afraid of you...disgusting me, don't want me...

Ning Yuan took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Luo Wensheng with a smile, tried his best to smile and said, "But don't worry, if I can't solve it by myself, if I can't think about it, I will take the initiative to talk to you."

He thought he had made a sunny appearance, but he didn't know that his eyes were red.

Luo Wensheng's heart suddenly pulled hard.

He didn't know what happened to Ning Yuan, why he suddenly looked more wronged than that late autumn rainy night a year ago.

No, he might know.

That's why he didn't ask.

That's why he let go.

He just looked at the young man silently, like a scarred little lion, dragging his body covered in blood, moving back to his den.

"Third Master, do you need me to see Young Master Ning?" Zhang Ming was cautious.

He asked twice, and Luo Wensheng, who had been staring at the closed door of Ningyuan's bedroom, came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "No." Then he turned and went downstairs.

Zhang Ming was surprised.It even feels a little creepy.

He had never seen Luo Wensheng like this.

The back is hesitant.

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