His possessive

chapter 2

　　“What can I do for you, sir?”

　　Jeanette lowered her head more and more, sensing an inquisitive gaze fixed on her.

　　A large hand jerked across her arm:

　　“Am I a monster? Why Am I so far away?”

　　Jeanette was pulled back onto her feet and into Chris's arms. As her heart raced through her thin shirt and into her eardrums, Jeanette pulled herself away from him like a wild cat with her hands on his chest, the tip of the ear showed a little red.

　　Chris noticed her change keenly. The corners of his lips curled up slightly and his long legs folded. He leaned back against the soft chair cushion and looked at the young girl in front of him calmly:

　　“What's Your Name?”

　　“J, Jeanette...” the voice was like a mosquito.

　　“Jeanette?” The name came to mind, and Han's aqua-blue eyes brimmed with coldness:

　　“Oh, a little maid.”

　　“Not a little maid!” The pink fist could not help but Clench. Jeanette raised her head, looked at the person in front of her unhappily, and repeated, “I am not a little maid!”

　　“A maid's child? What else could it be if it's not a little maid? Or...” a hint of teasing flashed through Chris's eyes. His fingers curled up slightly as he tapped on the table regularly:

　　“Or, if you fire your mother, you won't be a maid.”

　　“！！！”

　　Jeanette looked angrily at the person in front of her, and her anger almost overwhelmed her rationality.

　　I've never seen anyone so mean! No wonder everyone says young master has a bad temper! So it's not bad temper, but split personality! One second is still tender and sweet and girlfriend Kiss, the next second unexpectedly cold drive her away.

　　This is how he treat your girlfriend, let alone an irrelevant person like her.

　　Jeanette thought quickly, not realizing that she was not good at hiding her true feelings in her face.

　　Ah, interesting, the next day will not be boring,Chris thought.

　　For the first time, Chris wanted to tease the pet-like girl in front of him.

　　“I am a maid!”

　　Jeanette had to admit it.

　　Words will not lose a piece of meat, in the face of the devil, if not according to his ideas, is really at a disadvantage.

　　“Well, little maid, why did you burst into my room?”

　　Jeanette was indignant. “I knocked, but you didn't hear me! Also, I'm here to bring you fruit. You can look at the ground if you don't believe me! Who knew you'd be there, that...”

　　As she spoke, Jeanette's voice became lower and lower. Her face was filled with warmth. She couldn't help but replay the scene she had just seen in her mind. Chris put his hands on the girl's shoulders and pressed her against the wall...

　　No, no, no! Jeanette, what the hell were you thinking!

　　Jeanette shook her head hard, forcing herself to forget the image.

　　This girl is quite interesting, see her movements, Chris where do not know what she is thinking? A trace of interest rose in him, but the smile on his lips grew more and more vicious.

　　“Oh, delivering fruit. Is that your reason? If it is, it's low.”

　　From kindergarten to now, this kind of drama has been performed too much, Chris has long lost patience, but today, he is willing to tease this cute little wildcat.

　　Jeanette's eyes widened, and the round cat's eyes were full of astonishment: “I'm telling the truth!”

　　“I'm telling the truth!” Jeanette shouted, looking up at the smirk on Chris's handsome face. She stomped her foot and said angrily:

　　“You don't believe me?”

　　“If you ask me to believe, do I have to believe?”

　　Chris laughed from the tip of his high nose, his aqua-blue eyes locked on Jeanette's angry cat pupils, and he suddenly let go of his long legs and rose from his chair.

　　“You, what are you doing? I'm warning you, don't come...”

　　Jeanette swallowed uneasily as she watched a shadow fall in front of her, her tall body closing in on her, and her steps receding.

　　When she stepped back a few steps, butt against the cold wall, her hands on the wall uneasily stick stick, the whole back stiff.

　　Just as she was about to run away, a pair of long hands pressed against her head and held her tightly in a small space.

　　“You, you don't want...”

　　Her heart was pounding like a deer in headlights. Her heart was racing like it was about to burst out of her chest. Jeanette's hand was clutching her restless heart. She didn't know why. Her face was so hot and her head was so dizzy.

　　Even Cristiane has been this close.

　　" What?"

　　Chris looked at the Dizzy Kitten, Eyes of the smile more and more thick, thin lips gently open, spit out a very magnetic words.

　　Jeanette couldn't help but think of what she had seen before, and without thinking, she said:

　　“Kiss Me...”

　　After saying that, she was stunned for a moment, and then she felt as if there were tens of millions of grass-mud horses galloping past.

　　Jeanette! What the hell were you thinking! You dumb-ass! Who asked you to say that!

　　As he thought about it, he raised his hand and punched his head in frustration. Her cute action was seen in Chris's eyes. His deep eyes instantly glowed, and they quickly disappeared.

　　Reaching out his right hand and pinching his delicate chin, the smile on his starry face deepened:

　　“My Kiss, little maid, is not for everyone.”

　　Her face was flushed, and Jeanette was filled with embarrassment.

　　The force of his hand increases slightly, forcing the shy girl to look at him, and Chris gives a slight, unruly smile:

　　“Unless... you warm my bed.”

　　“Ahem, ahem, ahem!”

　　Almost choked on her own saliva, Jeanette clapped her chest in shock, then her neck turned red, and her pink face looked more like a ripe apple than anything else.

　　“You're a Rascal! Rascal!”

　　Jeanette struggled with both hands and feet, unable to break free from his iron-walled arms. In a fit of anger, she hugged one of them, and without thinking, she bit down hard, as hard as she could.

　　When the smell of rust came from her mouth, she took the opportunity to push her arms away and ran out of the room without looking back. She did not even want to pick up the pieces at the door.

　　Chris, who was still standing in the same place, touched his wrist for a clear bite mark. The corner of his mouth suddenly rose into an evil arc.

　　Interesting, very interesting.

　　Never seen such an interesting person, the future will not be boring.

Chris was still standing there, his index finger caressing the injured area, a trace of tenderness in his delicate blue eyes that he had not noticed.