Chapter Twenty-Five: There is a kind of coldness that makes him think you are cold

When Lu Xiao came out after a simple scrub, they were all seated.

There is one place left, which is opposite the warm string.

Next to Wen Xian is Grandma, and on one side is Grandma's son.

Sang Nian originally wanted to sit with the goddess, but the little chubby Dun Dawa saw such a beautiful sister for the first time, and her eyes were straight.

While holding the big chicken leg, he blushed and twisted beside his grandma, saying that he wanted to sit with the beautiful young lady.

Where did Sang Nian win this child, Wen Xian directly let Xiao Chubby Dun sit on the other side of him.

Everyone was very lively, and they were particularly enthusiastic about Wen Xian.

But Wen Xian, a woman with antisocial personality tendencies, exerts the characteristics of inconsistency between the outside and the inside to the extreme.

In public, it is called a sweet mouth, and that is called a sweet smile.

When Lu Xiao came out again, his eyes stared at the picture of her completely blending in with everyone, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"The Lu team is here, come and sit here, everyone hurry up and eat, what you want to eat, there is still in the kitchen. ”

Grandma smiled kindly.

Before he could see him, Wen Xian seemed to feel his breath coming from behind.

But she never looked back, just brushed her long hair back her shoulders, revealing her white and tender shoulders intentionally or unintentionally.

You don't have to wait two secondsβ€”

Suddenly, a coat suddenly fell firmly on her shoulder, she subconsciously turned around, the clothes slipped down, and Wen Xian grabbed it.

Immediately, I saw Lu Xiao when he walked back to his seat, and he didn't look at her and said: "The weather is cooling down, it's getting colder and colder, everyone pays attention to the cold!"

Obviously, the clothes were thrown to her alone, but the words were said to everyone.

Wen Xian looked down at the clothes and raised his eyebrows slightly.

- That's his coat.

Wen Xian raised his eyes to look at him, and the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling: "Captain Lu, I'm not cold now." ”

Lu Xiao had already sat down, picked up a bowl of rice and sandwiched vegetables, didn't even raise his eyelids to look at her, and said without the slightest expression: "No, you are cold." ”

Sang Nian poofed, almost laughing.

Lu Xiao glanced at him coldly, Sang Nian suddenly coughed his throat and sat upright.

However, what's going on, how does he feel the atmosphere between their captain and sister Xian, tonight, there is something unspeakable...... Subtle?

Sang Nian's little eyes were looking back and forth at the two of them, thinking that Sister Xian was dressed so beautifully tonight, could it be that the boss didn't want her to expose too much ......?

I made up the gossip, and the more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and finally I couldn't help but smile meaningfully and said to Wen Xian: "Sister Xian, what our captain said is right, you better put it on, your body is just right, don't catch a cold again." ”

Wen Xian: "......"

Wear, of course, how can you not wear it.

This is the clothes of Captain Lu.

Wen Xian just stared at him, and put on his wide jacket without hurrying.

In an instant, the manly breath that belonged to him lingered in his nose.

The cold smell of pine, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, and the unique masculine smell of his body, mixed together, filled her snort.

Particularly......

It's restless...!