When I asked Lin Wenjia about Su Qianwen and Sun Chao, she was also quite surprised: "These two people have talked? Isn't it, with Sun Chao's hanging appearance, how can Qianqian take a fancy to him? Is Sun Chao's family quite rich?"

I understand what Lin Wenjia meant, Su Qianwen stole my box out of vanity.

In fact, I saw her wear clothes that were stolen from my closet this semester, but I didn't expose her to her face, and although I knew they were valuable, I didn't think about recovering them. After all, those were all given to me by Zhao Yaru, and wearing them on my body will only increase the guilt in my heart.

Mr. Zhuang came back after more than a week because his investigation was not over.

I felt guilty for not remembering his birthday, so I prepared a gift for him – a hand-knitted scarf.

I bought cashmere yarn with the money I earned from my part-time job, and it took me a long time to learn from the aunt who sold the thread to master the method of weaving scarves, and I didn't know what style Mr. Zhuang liked, so I found a lot of men's scarves on the Internet for reference.

I don't think he likes to be too fancy, so he also chooses dark colors when buying cashmere threads. I didn't dare to knit openly in the dormitory, and every night I stuffed things in my backpack and went out to sit under the street lamp where no one was there and knit secretly.

People in school would still say nasty things when they recognized me, but I've learned not to take those words to heart, and I was only uncomfortable for a short time when I heard them.

But what I particularly can't figure out is that Su Qianwen seems to be particularly unscrupulous since she got along with Sun Chao. There are even diary photos of me in the school forum, which she sent anonymously to the counselor.

However, the processing speed of the forum administrator is very fast, and every time a post is posted, it will definitely be deleted within a few minutes, and the account will be banned immediately. I later learned that it was Mr. Zhuang who had entrusted the relationship to the dean of academic affairs.

Even if that kind of post appeared on other local forums, it would be deleted the same day.

His carefulness and dedication are like a small fire in winter, driving away all the cold around me.

When Mr. Zhuang came to pick me up that Friday, I packed my scarf early in the morning. The weather was very dreary, and the wind was blowing like a storm was about to fall at any moment.

I didn't want to put the backpack in the back seat, and kept holding it tightly in my arms, which made him raise his eyebrows suspiciously when he reached out to help me fasten my seat belt: "What's in the bag?"

"I'll tell you later, Mr. Zhuang, do I need to come back tonight?" I just asked casually, because I was still wondering if there would be a dormitory manager to check on the night.

Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly deepened, and he stared at me deeply for two seconds before raising the corners of his mouth and teasing: "Xixi, you are not reserved at all now." ”

In fact, I can only express my feelings so unscrupulously in front of him, although I know that he is deliberately teasing me, but my face is still burning to the root of my ears all of a sudden. I didn't say a word for a long time, so I had to look down at the backpack in my arms to avoid his eyes, and I even felt a deep embarrassment in my breath.

Mr. Zhuang rubbed my hair with a sullen smile, and touched my face again: "Teasing you, I plan to talk about the new company's cooperative manufacturers in the next few days, and it may be busy." ”

I understood what he meant, but I was still embarrassed by his joke.

When the car was halfway through, the rain suddenly fell heavily, pouring down on the glass of the car in front of it to make a "bang" sound, and the visibility of the road surface was also very low, especially now that it was scaryly dark.

Mr. Chong was not very familiar with that section of the road, and when he crossed a zebra crossing, he did not have time to slow down in advance, and almost hit a pedestrian who was crossing the road!

He slammed the steering wheel and braked, and I was almost out of breath from my seat belt, and my head slammed forward due to inertia. However, a shadow suddenly came over from the slash, and Mr. Zhuang subconsciously pounced on me and hugged me in his arms, so that his seat belt was stretched tightly there.

I touched his face in horror, and my voice trembled: "Mr. Zhuang, are you okay?"

He reacted the same way as me, touching the back of my head and touching my face, and when he made sure I wasn't hurt, he quickly restarted the car and stopped on the side of the road.

I rubbed the sore part of the seat belt and patted my heart to slowly adjust my heartbeat.

When I inadvertently tilted my head to look at Mr. Zhuang, he actually stared at me in a daze, his face as white as paper.

I hurriedly grabbed his face and gently whispered: "Mr. Zhuang? Mr. Zhuang?"

It took him a few seconds before he came back to his senses and grabbed my hand: "I almost had a car accident just now, and you're still in the car." ”

His brows were twisted so much that he could catch a fly, so I immediately helped him rub his eyebrows: "It's okay, it's strange that the weather is bad." ”

In fact, I was also frightened and still weak, the scene just now was really thrilling, the whole car almost rushed into the opposite lane, if it wasn't for the fact that there was no car just now, we would definitely have to be hit flat by the car coming from the opposite side and the car speeding behind.

Mr. Zhuang patted his temples in annoyance, and exhaled several times before finally regaining his composure: "We'll stay here for a while, and wait for the rain to stop before leaving." ”

I unbuckled my seat belt and threw myself into his arms, my heart still beating back to normal.

He patted me on the back in fear and kissed me several times in the ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be good, I'm here." ”

I hugged him for five or six minutes before it calmed down, and the rain was still pouring outside, and all my emotions were disturbed by the one just now.

After sitting back in the passenger seat, I couldn't wait to take out the gift box and hand it to Mr. Zhuang: "I'm sorry, I forgot your birthday before, this is my birthday gift for you, I don't know if you like it or not." ”

"Of course I do. He pulled me closer and kissed me, unpacking it to see what it contained.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he touched the scarf, and I quickly explained to him: "It's cold, this is my own hand-knitting, not as good as those big-name scarves, but this thread is still very comfortable, I bought a good ......"

He didn't wait for me to finish before he pressed a kiss on my mouth, and the tip of his tongue slid around my lips before he withdrew unsatisfied: "Xixi, you have a heart, the scarf is good." ”

My face was very hot, and he didn't look at the scarf carefully, so he was in a hurry to start affirming. But I'm happy, and the feeling of excitement is like a cheerful deer jumping in my heart.

I took the initiative to wrap the scarf around his neck to see the effect, and it matched his skin tone. The main thing is that he is good-looking and has a long neck, no matter what kind of scarf is wrapped around his neck, it can be matched with a good effect.

With a smile on his lips, Mr. Zhuang pulled out the other end of his long scarf and wrapped it around my neck, then adjusted the chair and hugged me to his lap.

We were like fools, we didn't get cold in the car at all, but we wouldn't take off our scarves.

"Mr. Zhuang, are you in a good mood now?" The heavy rain will not stop for a while, and the question I have been wanting to ask during this time has also come to mind, and I think it is better to ask him directly while he is happy now.

He took my earlobe in his mouth and whispered, "Well, what's the matter, let's talk about it." ”

I was tossed by him and gasped, and my body was crisp, so I had to lean against his chest and look at him face to face: "Can I ask about Sister Xiao Jin?"

I watched his expression carefully, and he was stunned for half a second before frowning slightly: "Okay, what's wrong with her?"

"Sister Xiao Jin used to say that she would strive for the person in charge yesterday to cooperate with your company in order to get close to you...... She, she should still like Mr. Zhuang. "At this point, I opened my eyes a little weakly.

Mr. Zhuang calmly held my face and forced me to look at him: "Xixi, so what? are you worried that I will get back together with her?"

I didn't deny it, I glanced at him secretly, but fortunately he wasn't angry.

He pondered for a long time and gave me an example: "I may feel the same way I feel about Xiao Jin now as you do to your counselor, will you fall in love with Song Qianxiu?"

I shook my head affirmatively, so he smiled, "So I won't fall in love with Xiao Jin again." Between me and her, things have long been wrong, and there is no need to continue the relationship. ”

He was sure, so the stone that had been hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.

"Sister Xiao Jin seems to be very concerned about your private affairs, which is why I am so worried. Mr. Zhuang, don't you be angry with me, right? I won't mention Sister Xiao Jin in the future, don't take it to heart. ”

"How good is it to talk about something on my mind and solve it together, why should I be angry?"

His reaction made me feel very reassured, even if he was good at acting, I would be willing to be deceived. I pressed to his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat, feeling once again that all my previous bad luck was to save up luck to meet him.

But the scarf quickly provoked me into a fine sweat, and so did Mr. Zhuang.

When I took off my scarf, Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked me why I never mentioned my birthday, and he said that it was my birthday on my ID card a few days after I gave birth, and I seemed to have forgotten about it at all. I was about to leave at the time, so he didn't say anything in particular, but he painted a picture overnight for himself as a souvenir.

"I know, I was awake. ”

He smiled bitterly, "Really? I didn't notice. I'll be with you on your next birthday. ”

I instinctively shook my head: "No, my grandmother and I don't have a birthday." ”

It may be that there is some kind of horror in my eyes, so Mr. Zhuang hurriedly touched the corner of my eye and asked me what was wrong: "Did you have any bad memories of your birthday?"

"Well, Mr. Zhuang, we have a saying that adults have a bowl of soup and children have a meal. ”

To ram is to hit.