Chapter 3 Mr. Devil's Little Sweetheart

In his wardrobe, all white shirts.

Shen Qianshu picked out a dark blue suit and white shirt for him, and Yeling put on the shirt in front of her, Shen Qianshu's face became hot, and he hurriedly looked away, Yeling's face was pale, but he had a good figure, With honey-colored skin and a strong chest, he is a typical clothes hanger. He looks thin when dressed, but fleshy when undressed, with a pair of slender long legs, which is a great plus. She was about to go out, but Yeling ordered, "Come here!"

He took a tie and handed it to Shen Qianshu, and the white shirt was tied with the bottom three buttons. Shen Qianshu understood what he meant in seconds, took the tie with her slender hands, and fastened it one by one for him.

Yeling lowered her head slightly, watching her slender and white fingers stroking the white shirt. She has a pair of beautiful hands, as flexible as dancing musical notes, and her nails are round and clean. Her fingertips accidentally touched his chest.

Shen Qianshu seemed to be frightened, she lowered her head, and he could only see her red ears.

"Am I scary?" Ye Ling asked.

Shen Qianshu shook his head, his ears became more red.

Ye Ling's eyes seemed to be frozen with frost.

Little liar!

There was a cool fragrance on her body, faint and very charming. He remembered that when he lay on her lap and had a splitting headache, he could always smell this cold fragrance, like a tranquilizer, which relieved his pain.

Yeling is too high.

Shen Qianshu couldn't reach it, and he stood straight again, without any intention of bending down. Shen Qianshu had no choice but to step on his feet, and the two of them got close. The smell of the opposite sex hormones swept her senses strongly, and Shen Qianshu felt that her face was about to burn.

In a hurry, it was difficult for him to tie his tie.

Putting on his shirt and tie, Yeling put on a dark blue vest and a suit. He looked defeated, energetic and handsome, like a noble son, romantic but indifferent.

After Yeling left the castle, Shen Qianshu was reviewing her homework in the hall downstairs.

She is an international student who applied to the Paris College of Art to study jewelry design. She had a language class for half a year before entering school. She came here two months earlier, just to get familiar with the environment and language and make money along the way.

Shen Qianshu drew jewelry design sketches while listening to French online courses.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep on the table.

During this period of time, Ye Ling was too tired.

I have to massage him for up to four hours almost every day, and his arms are so sore and stiff that they look like artificial limbs.

When Ye Ling came back, he saw her sleeping faceless on a pile of draft paper.

The sun was shining brightly, but his body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. He walked over and looked down at Shen Qianshu. She was lying on her side with black hair hanging down, covering half of her cheeks, revealing only half of her fair face. The face, with a touch of peach blossom red.

Yeling stared at her intently, not knowing what he was thinking, squinting his eyes slightly, his attention was turned to the draft paper on the side, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and picked up the draft on the side.

It's all scratch paper for jewelry designs.

When Shen Qianshu woke up, he rubbed his eyes in a daze.

"Sir, are you back?"

Yeling hummed indifferently, Shen Qianshu realized that he was looking at her design draft, and snatched it back with a blushing face, Yeling looked at her coldly, dissatisfied with her action of protecting food, and viciously attacked her work .

"A pile of rubbish, what are you grabbing?"

"Why do you say that my design is rubbish?" Shen Qianshu blushed, raised her head to refute, forgot Luther's warning for a while, and it was the first time that she rose up against Yeling's making things difficult and vicious.