Quick Wear: Host, please be more restrained

Chapter 83 What a coincidence, I also have a system 3

Xiao Ye Qiao pulled open her white gauze skirt, and her injured knee had already been bandaged.

The face was soft and tender, and the eyes were smiling into crescents. "Little brother, my mother and I have bandaged it."

Huo Ran looked at the girl, pursed his lips, and his glass eyes under the butterfly wings turned, becoming more and more alike.

"Love...Alice..." It was a pleasant voice, but it was spoken slowly, like a babbling child.

Xiao Ye Qiao widened his eyes. What Alice?

"Brother, my name is Ye Qiao..." Not Alice.

Huo Ran looked at the girl's slightly bulging cheeks and couldn't help but reach out and pinch them, which felt good.

The little girl didn't care and let him pinch her. The housekeeper said that she shouldn't make this little brother angry, so she didn't bother with him.

"Little brother, do you have any toys? I'm so bored." As she said that, the girl grabbed his arm and took him with her, rummaging around the room.

The whole room was exquisite and complicated, but there were really no toys in it, except for some Rubik's Cube chess pieces. It didn't look like a child's room at all, and Xiao Ye Qiao felt bored.

"Little brother, can we sneak out?" The girl was playful by nature, and she was really bored staying in this room.

Huo Ran seemed to be immersed in his own world. He seemed not to hear Xiao Yeqiao's question. He just stared at the two people holding hands, which were soft and warm.

Because of the previous scene on the lawn, Xiao Ye Qiao knew that this little brother was different from ordinary people. Not only was he too handsome, but he would also be immersed in his own world from time to time. At this time, anyone who talked to him would be automatically blocked by him.

Xiao Ye Qiao pouted her white and soft cheeks, feeling so bored. But the fierce housekeeper said that she couldn't make the young master angry, and she couldn't let her mother lose her job because of her.

Xiao Ye Qiao rolled her eyes and saw the drawing board and paints next to her. She was delighted. She had loved painting since she was a child, but her family was really tight on money. She had never painted an oil painting before. This looked like an oil painting board, right?

"Little brother, can I draw?" After all, it was someone else's thing, so the little girl asked politely.

But the boy behind her didn't respond to her at all. Xiao Ye Qiao could only lead him to the drawing board, reached out and touched the drawing board, and carefully observed the boy, but saw that he didn't react.

"Little brother, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent." The girl smiled and brought the paint.

Huo Ran looked at his released hand, the dark mist in his eyes dissipated, and he puffed his cheeks, seeming a little displeased.

Little Ye Qiao on this side naturally didn't notice any of this. She was mixing paints with great interest. She brought a small stool, stepped on it barefoot, and stood in front of a drawing board that was almost as big as her.

Xiao Ye Qiao felt someone pulling her sleeve. She turned around and saw her messy yet beautiful black hair draped over the boy's head. She had delicate and noble facial features and an extremely fair complexion, and she was so beautiful that she didn't look like a real person.

"Hand..." a soft whisper.

Xiao Ye Qiao stared at him with wide eyes. Hand? What happened to his hand? Did she get paint on it?

She raised her hand, her fingers were round, white and tender, but before she could check carefully to see if there was any paint, the boy next to her grabbed her hand.

A hand that was slightly bigger than her own wrapped her entire hand, and the hand with jade-like knuckles wrapped around the white and soft little hand.

So they wanted to hold hands? "But if you hold my hand like this, I can't draw." Xiao Ye Qiao's eyes flashed with doubt.

However, the boy next to him had a look of confusion instead of a dark mist under his eyes with long eyelashes.

"That's it. If you grab my hand, I can't draw my flowers." Xiao Ye Qiao waved his hands and made a gesture to him, hoping that he could understand.

Under Huo Ran's butterfly eyelashes, a hint of understanding flashed across his glazed eyes, and Xiao Ye Qiao naturally observed his performance carefully.

Judging from his expression, he must have understood what she meant, but before she could react.

His other hand was also grabbed by the boy behind him.

Xiao Ye Qiao: “?” What is he doing?

The boy was a little taller than her, and his delicate collarbone was faintly visible under his white T-shirt. The two were very close, and Xiao Ye Qiao could smell the slightest fragrance emanating from him, which smelled very nice.

Huo Ran grabbed Ye Qiao's hand, pressed his delicate face against the girl's shoulder, and his breath brushed against little Ye Qiao's ear.

Bright red paint, pure white drawing board, the brush in Ye Qiao's hand, he was painting.

Xiao Ye Qiao was a little uncomfortable with such a distance at first, but after a moment, she forgot about it. There was nothing else to worry about. There was a blooming crimson rose painted on the drawing board.

The rose is extremely beautiful, with bright red and brilliant red. The green leaves set off the beauty of the flower. The two combined into one on the small drawing board look very harmonious.

Seductive and beautiful, alluring and affectionate.

"You are so awesome!" Xiao Ye Qiao looked at the boy with starry eyes. She turned around to look at what she had just drawn and felt a sudden shock.

Huo Ran looked at the girl looking at him with starry eyes. Somehow, his heart, like a dry well, which had not beaten for a long time, seemed to begin to ripple.

The two were playing around and didn't notice that it was getting dark outside.

It was said that the two of them were playing, but mostly it was Xiao Ye Qiao talking to himself, and the boy next to him would respond from time to time, but the atmosphere between the two of them was very harmonious, as if no one could interfere.

The butler saw the interaction between the two through the crack in the door and couldn't help but sigh that the decision he made at the time to keep the cook was probably the right one.

Little Ye Qiao is Ye's mother's daughter. Normally, she shouldn't dine with Huo Ran and the others, but this young master seldom leaves his room, and most of the time, the food is brought up by the housekeeper, Madam Feng.

The two of them sat at the table. Huo Ran was still a little unhappy. It could be seen from his slightly puffed cheeks that Xiao Ye Qiao coaxed him for a long time before he was willing to come out for dinner.

There were five dishes and one soup, all of which were light food. The boy picked up the soup spoon, drank half a bowl of soup and a little bit of rice, then put down his cutlery and looked at Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao looked at Huo Ran who was staring at him motionlessly. Didn’t they just start eating?

He's finished eating already? She felt like she was just starting.

She was a little embarrassed. Did she eat too much? Otherwise, she could give him some food so that he wouldn't count as having finished eating.

"Brother, this lion head is delicious." Ye Qiao picked up some dishes and put them into Huo Ran's bowl.

The boy didn't react, but the butler behind him was terrified. Others didn't know, but didn't he? His young master was like a precise calculating machine, never eating more than a little every day.

This girl is looking for death. The housekeeper secretly signaled Ye Qiao with his eyes from behind, but unfortunately Ye Qiao's mind was completely on Huo Ran and he didn't receive the signal at all.

Huo Ran saw the extra food on his clean bowl and frowned slightly, looking unhappy.