Feng Qian looked down.

Is this... to pull her up?

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and slowly put his little hand on the other's palm.

Yan Sheng lightly curled the corners of his lips, and slender fingers held the girl's little hand.

Use a little force to make it easier for the girl to get up.

but……

It seems that some force is too much.

The girl's head was caught off guard against the president's chest.

Feng Qian frowned.

Raised his hand and touched his head.

Then he looked up at each other.

"sorry……"

Feng Qian apologized.

Yan Sheng's amber eyes stared at the girl, as if she inadvertently raised her hand, covering the top of the girl's hair.

Knead lightly.

Um.

As soft as expected.

"It hurts?"

The other party asked softly, in a tone of coaxing a child.

Just like parents treat their children.

Feng Qian blinked.

"fine."

Not particularly painful.

A little bit.

Yan Sheng looked down at the girl, and carelessly rubbed her hair.

Then, he held the girl's hand again.

"I'll walk you home."

Mr. President made a flat announcement.

Feng Qian was stunned, "Huh?"

In this plane, the fragment is Mr. President.

Can I send her by myself?

"It's only right and proper for my brother to send his sister home."

Yan Sheng said softly without changing his face.

It's like knowing the concerns of the girl's heart.

What's more, such a situation is what the two parents want to see.

The other party's amber eyes glanced at the girl beside him.

Obviously in a lazy tone.

But for no reason, it makes people feel that what the other party said makes sense.

Feng Qian simply didn't think much about those twisting things, and answered obediently, "Oh."

At the end, the girl added: "Thank you brother."

Yan Sheng paused.

Suddenly interested, he lowered his eyes.

The voice was low and pleasant: "Good, call me brother again."

Feng Qian: "?"

"elder brother."

Feng Qian still called out.

Yan Sheng squinted his eyes and softly said "um".

"So nice."

Well-behaved child, and so easy to feed.

this sister...

very good.

Yan Sheng led the girl out of the box.

His eyes were as calm and indifferent as ever.

"gentlemen."

Butler Yi, who was guarding the door of the box, called out respectfully.

His eyes fell on the hand of Mr. President holding his young lady again.

Some surprises.

It stands to reason that the young Mr. President was late for his appointment.

Obviously, this date was not taken very seriously.

And now this...

It appears that there is progress.

Yan Sheng glanced at the housekeeper lightly, and said casually, "I'll take the child home."

Then, he led the girl into the elevator unhurriedly.

The calm butler Yi stood still, frowning in confusion.

Child?

Mr. President, is this... treating the young lady as a child?

After thinking about it, Butler Yi took out his mobile phone, called Feng Yu, and briefly described what happened.

And... what he saw just now.

…

in the elevator.

There are only two people in the elevator, Feng Qian and Yan Sheng.

The other party is tall and tall, and the free hand rests on the railing at will.

The beautiful amber eyes are deep and charming, but people can't see emotions.

The aura around the opponent is still strong and compelling.

If it is someone else, being alone with Mr. President like this, you will definitely feel depressed and nervous.

Wind is an exception.

She herself is very familiar with the breath of fragments, coupled with the power in her body.

Thousands of small planes, even the realm of the gods.

No one has the power to make her feel oppressed.

Even if it is Lord God, Feng Qian only feels friendly when he sees each other.

There's no nervousness about seeing strict elders.