Chapter 1333 Your Face Is Red

Little Youtiao couldn't help but exclaimed.

What a smart person.

Then, he saw a photo frame placed next to him. He picked it up and saw that Qiao Qian loved Ning Qichen in the photo, holding a little girl with a sweet smile in her arms, and a little boy standing behind him. He probably didn't want to take pictures, so he was a little far away and made a stinky face, but his expression was very cute. Little Youtiao couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, a cold question suddenly came from behind.

"What are you doing?!"

Little Youtiao was so scared that he trembled all over, and the photo frame slipped from his hand, fell to the ground with a snap, and broke into pieces.

He hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, but his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone. He looked up and saw a boy standing in front of him.

I don't know if it was the effect of the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, he suddenly felt that the boy's handsome face seemed to be emitting a shining light, which made him dumbfounded for a moment.

He just felt a trance, everything around him became unreal, as if he was having a beautiful dream.

Otherwise, how could he see such a beautiful face that could not find any flaws.

The cold outline, delicate facial features, and even the slightly frowned brows due to displeasure were all so beautiful that they made people's hearts beat.

The boy shook his hand away, slowly stood up, and looked down at him, as proud as a king.

"Who are you?"

The little oil stick came back to his senses and stood up. He apologized first, "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I will compensate you with an album."

The boy was a little impatient and asked again, "Who are you?!"

The little oil stick replied, "I am the assistant of Miss Wen's son."

He looked at the photos on the ground, then looked at the boy, and suddenly realized, "Is this your... room?"

"Nonsense!" The boy glanced at him coldly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped the fragments on the ground, and threw it into the trash can.

The little oil stick realized that the boy grabbed his hand just now because he was afraid that his hand would be cut by the fragments.

He couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him. He saw that the boy was wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old, but he was almost as tall as him, and his figure was as good as a model.

He gradually guessed the identity of this boy.

"Young Master Ning, I didn't mean to break into your bedroom. If you mind, I apologize to you."

The boy raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Xiao Youtiao to guess his identity, and then replied lightly, "No need."

Xiao Youtiao tugged at his sleeves, feeling a little embarrassed. It was his first time to visit someone else's home. Not only did he break into someone else's bedroom, but he also broke someone else's things. How embarrassed he was.

Seeing that he was standing there, the boy put down his schoolbag and turned to look at him, but saw that his cheeks were red, like a small tomato.

"Your face is very red."

Xiao Youtiao was stunned when he heard this, and immediately raised his head, only to see that the boy was leaning towards him and staring at his face intently.

Instantly, Xiao Youtiao felt his face burning hot, and he was embarrassed. He didn't dare to look directly at the boy's eyes, and even his speech became incoherent.

"It's... a little hot."

"It's hot, why don't you go out? Why are you standing in my bedroom like an idiot?" The boy mercilessly ordered him to leave.