Ying Shao is a Girl

She covered the boy with an umbrella, and her knuckled hands swept away the rain-drenched hair from his forehead.

"Where to go?"

Ying Junchu asked the young man softly, as long as he asked, she would agree to him.

Ling Yiche shook his head.

he does not know.

Now he doesn't know what the meaning of life is.

It seems like I'm wandering wherever I go.

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In the end, Ling Yiche chose to go to the suburbs.

He wanted to scatter his mother's ashes. Mother liked the warm sunshine, so he scattered his mother's ashes on the sunny slope.

It faces the sun and the flowers are blooming in spring.

The last bit of ashes was carried away by the wind.

The urn is empty.

Mom also disappeared.

Unspeakable sadness invaded him again, his chest felt tight, and tears fell down like broken beads.

Ling Yiche slowly knelt down, covered his face with his hands, and wiped away his tears randomly.

He needs to be stronger.

But, it’s really uncomfortable.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the rain slid down the boy's fair cheeks, blending with his tears.

Ying Junchu, who was standing aside, quickly walked over.

Blocking the raindrops above his head.

Ying Junchu took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Ling Yiche.

"Thank you." He took the tissue and his voice was crying and nasal.

"It's raining heavily, let's go home."

"But...but I don't have a home anymore..."

When he said this, his whole body was trembling slightly.

"..."

Ying Jun felt a rare feeling of guilt for the first time, as she seemed to have stimulated him again.

"I...I don't have a mother anymore."

The boy seemed to be whimpering softly.

Ying Junchu could not understand his sad feeling, let alone understand it.

She has been without a mother since she was born, and besides, she doesn't need one.

But seeing that he was so sad, she might as well comfort him.

Ying Junchu also squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted the boy's back gently.

He said softly: "Be good, I'm with you."

It's like coaxing a child.

Hearing this, Ling Yiche was stunned and suspected that he had heard wrongly.

He raised his eyes and looked at her.

Her deep and narrow eyes were bottomless.

Mr. Ying...is she comforting herself?

Perhaps it was too uncomfortable, and the sadness burst at this moment.

He moved forward by mistake and hugged Ying Junchu's neck with both hands.

She didn't push him away.

The boy in front of him was like a little lamb, soft and waxy.

Suitable for keeping.

"Follow me." Her voice was cold, but her warm breath fell on the boy's neck.

Ling Yiche didn't quite understand the meaning of her words and looked at her doubtfully.

"I……"

"Be obedient and come back with me."

Ying Junchu had no intention of explaining to him.

"Um."

The young man nodded meekly, he couldn't refuse her.

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Ying Junchu brought Ling Yiche back to Shunhua Villa.

Ling Yiche was soaked all over, and the water could be squeezed out of his clothes.

Ying Junchu was not wet at all. She had a special ability and would not get wet in the rain.

But Ling Yiche didn't notice this.

She went upstairs to find her own clothes for him, and then handed them to Ling Yiche.

"Go take a shower and don't catch a cold."

"Get dressed first."

"But..." Ling Yiche was about to say something when he was interrupted by Ying Junchu.

"Be obedient." The words were cold and devoid of any emotion.

Ling Yiche could only take the clothes, his ears felt hot and he didn't dare to look directly at Ying Junchu.

Although the clothes are men's clothes, Boss Ying is a girl!

"..."

Ling Yiche was rushed to take a bath by Ying Junchu.

She knew very well how weak this guy was.

She catches a cold or has a fever accidentally one after another. Is she too lazy to take care of her?

The wooden comb on Ling Yiche's body was still in her hand.

She looked carefully at this exquisite vintage wooden comb.

Lost in thought.

how come? Why did Ling Yiche have Xiaojiu's comb?

At first, she confiscated Xiaojiu's comb and gave it back to Xiaojiu.

Why is this comb here with Ling Yiche now?