Xia He bent one leg, stepped on the chair, and the other leg swayed casually, then leaned over and pulled him at the placket of his clothes, pulled him in front of him, and looked into his eyes with a smile.

"I don't have that much patience, so please let you finish it all at once and explain it. ”

The boy looked at Xia He in disbelief, and finally looked at Xia He like a stranger. However, they weren't familiar with each other, so Xia He didn't want to restrain his temper at all.

"Ahh

"I don't want to do anything, the results will come out in a while, soon!"

Xia He let go of his hand, she knew that the boy in front of her wouldn't do anything, even if he wanted to do something, Xia He wasn't worried at all, this kind of place, he couldn't escape! Even if he had the ability to escape, Xia He also had the means to tie him back, she didn't mind borrowing Fang Zeyu's bee garden.

The boy took two steps back, his face sincere. Xia He didn't bother to waste time here, so he took off his clothes, only wore a short skirt and underwear, and sat calmly on the chair.

When the boy saw her scars, he was shocked for a moment, and then quickly regained his composure. He turned around quietly, unfolded Xia He's clothes on the table, adjusted the color, changed hands, moved the pen, Xia He took the mobile phone and flipped through the news at random, thinking about how to solve the lunch meal.

Just when Xia He thought that he would not speak until he finished painting, he spoke.

"And the man who lives with you, he ...... Did he hit it?"

Xia He put down his phone and spent two minutes analyzing the meaning of his words. He didn't directly ask if he was beaten by his family, or if he was beaten by his boyfriend, or if he was beaten by other people in other places, but if he was beaten by the man he lived with.

This man knows that the relationship between the people who live with him is not ordinary, Fang Zeyu will not say these things, there is no reason, Xia He just trusts him. Zheng Ran won't, because if Fang Zeyu doesn't say it, he won't say it. Then, if it's not the people of the Bai family, it's other forces. 52 Literature

Xia He raised his head and looked at him calmly, the man didn't look back, he was still drawing, but he didn't know if the hand holding the pen was trembling.

"No!" Xia He lowered his head again and continued to watch the news, takeaways, and clothes.

Don't worry, I used to be in a hurry to find people out, but now it seems that in fact, isn't it good to play this kind of game of catch and seek, at least you can pass the boring time.

Xia He shrunk himself into a chair, bent his knees, rested his chin on his knees, hugged his calves with both hands, and then turned his face sideways to stare out the window.

The boy glanced back at Xia He, he thought Xia He would ask something, but he didn't expect her silence. Xia He felt his gaze and didn't look back, but spoke.

"What are you doing?" asked Xia He.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you, what color do you like?" the man turned back and continued drawing.

Xia He crossed her fingers and thought about it, when she was a child, she liked red, and then she liked white and black, and then she almost ended her trip before she could like the colorful young people. Now I like the color, backward no.

"Everything. Xia He didn't want to make himself look so cold and unkind, so he eased up a lot when answering.

"Every color has its own charm, so what if you like it or not?"

The man didn't expect Xia He to give such an answer, but at the same time, he felt that this was Xia He's style, not much different from her personality, when facing strangers, when she was impatient, she would occasionally be like a hedgehog, but soon, she was indifferent.

The most frustrating thing is that it doesn't matter, because it doesn't matter, you are almost helpless against her.