Ying Shao is a Girl

Ding!

The elevator chime sounded.

The eighth floor has arrived.

Ling Yiche followed Ying Junchu out of the elevator.

Ying Junchu continued to walk forward, but the person behind him didn't follow him at all.

She felt it and stopped, turning her back to him.

He said softly: "Follow me."

"Mr. Ying, I...I won't go over. I'll drop you off here and go downstairs."

When Ying Junchu turned around, her shadow was reflected next to him.

She looked at Ling Yiche with interest, feeling a little funny.

"I don't care if you give it to me?"

This guy will still resist, right?

You are very patient!

"I……"

Ling Yiche was speechless for a moment, speechless.

Ying Jun gradually approached him until her slender figure completely enveloped him.

The familiar cold fragrance mixed with the faint smell of tobacco hit his face. Ling Yiche buried his head very low, not daring to look directly into her eyes.

"Ling Yiche, are you afraid of me?"

Her eyes glanced at him casually, calm and indifferent, and there was no wave in her voice.

But it made Ling Yiche tremble slightly.

Not scared, but nervous.

He didn't know what he was nervous about or why.

"I don't……"

The voice became lower and lower, until finally even he couldn't hear it.

Ying Junchu didn't seem to care about his answer, and it didn't matter whether he could hear it or not.

"Let's go."

Ying Jun carried Ling Yiche away again like he was carrying a chicken for the first time.

Ling Yiche curled his lips, a trace of grievance and helplessness flashed in his wet eyes. The breeze blew through the corridor, lifting his thin bangs, and his smooth forehead appeared and disappeared.

"Follow yourself."

Ying Junchu finally put Ling Yiche down.

The boy's white school uniform collar was wrinkled.

"Oh, I see."

Ling Yiche replied in a muffled voice, silently keeping up with Ying Junchu's pace. After all, resistance was futile!

Hearing this, Ying Junchu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Is this guy angry? The sound is weird.

However, she smiled instead of getting angry.

So what if you're angry? If you still owe yourself money, you shouldn't be able to run away.

As soon as Ying Jun appeared in everyone's sight, Yan Weitang waved to her and called her loudly: "Boss, you are back! The food is almost cold!"

"Um."

Ying Junchu responded calmly.

"This classmate?"

Yan Weitang discovered Ling Yiche who was following Ying Junchu.

She recognized him.

I just don’t know the purpose of the boss bringing him to the eighth floor.

"From now on, regardless of whether I am in school or not, as long as he is here, you will bring him and let him come here to eat."

Ying Junchu paused for a moment, then specifically added: "He is mine."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

At first, Ying Jun was a very cold and exclusive person with a wide network of contacts, but there were very few people who truly became friends with her and integrated into her circle.

Yan Weitang and others have also been with Ying Junchu for many years, and they are constantly familiar with each other. Of course, they also need Ying Junchu's true approval to have a good relationship.

However, Ying Junchu and Ling Yiche had only known each other for a short time, so she protected him like this. This made several other people feel a little unbalanced.

A little sour.

"Okay, boss, we will take good care of this classmate."

Song Feiwan was the first to agree, her voice was gentle and soft, and her beautiful eyes smiled like a pair of crescent moons, which was really beautiful.

Yan Weitang and Ling Xihe also reacted and agreed quickly.

Although it was a bit sour, they were happy to be able to help their boss.

Ying Junchu nodded.

Ling Yiche on the side was still in a daze.

Is he hers?

Those words seemed to come from far away in time and space, so ethereal and ethereal that he even wondered if he was hallucinating.

But it made his heart tremble slightly. Her cold voice still lingered in his ears and never faded away for a long time.

Ling Yiche pinched himself hard to bring his thoughts back.

A complicated wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was indeed hers.

Her... servant.

-small theater

My biological mother Awan: Why do you have such low self-esteem, you servant is such a ghost! She is obviously Young Master Ying’s wife! ! !

Ling Yiche: Ah...I...am I? (a look of disbelief)

Mother Awan: Of course! You are so good-looking, if you use your advantage to seduce Young Master, Young Master Ying will be yours sooner or later! The boy rushed to duck!

Ling Yiche: (hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head) I...I don't dare.

Mother Awan: What should I do if my son suffers too much? Waiting online, it’s very urgent!