Shi Xia blinked, not knowing what to say.

The beautiful boy in front of him and the little boy in his memory do not overlap.

It's like two people.

Shi's mother saw her frozen there, and urged: "Quickly say a few words to your younger brother, and we will go out for a meal together in a while." ”

Shi Xia nodded silently and sat down beside the young man.

It's not a distance.

Shi's mother and Jiang's father went upstairs with their luggage, and there were only two people left in the living room on the first floor.

The young man put his white knuckles on the corners of his forehead, lowered his eyes carelessly, his thick eyelashes were densely covered, and the emotions in his cold pupils were indifferent.

Shi Xia thought for a moment, then said with a sideways look: "Do you remember me?" ”

Her soft voice came into her ears, and the young man's body was obviously stiff for a moment, and then he returned to his careless demeanor, and his beautiful pupils raised his eyes slightly to meet her gaze, and said casually: "Sister Shi Xia." ”

Three words faintly, no emotion.

It's like saying a stranger's name.

And as a child, he would never call her that.

Shi Xia pursed his lips slightly, his snow-white fingertips couldn't help pinching the corners of his clothes, and he didn't speak anymore.

The next moment, a dark shadow fell in front of him.

The young man leaned over and pressed in front of her, very close to her, the indifferent emotions between his eyebrows and eyes all disappeared, and his dark pupils suppressed a trace of anger, and said word by word: "My good sister, do you still know to come back?" ”

The light and cold fragrance surrounded him in an instant, and Shi Xia looked into those cold and beautiful eyes, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The other party slowly raised his white fingertips, gently touched her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, and finally stopped at her chin.

The young man's fingertips were slightly cool, and when the curled eyelashes drooped, a silhouette fell on his fair cheeks, and his thin red lips were lightly hooked, as if he was smiling.

"My sister is really ruthless."

The voice is low and slightly cold, and I can't hear much emotion, only the tail note is a little entangled.

Shi Xia blinked, and before she could react, the young man in front of her stood up straight, withdrew his fingertips from her face, and copied them into his pocket.

"Xiao Xia, I'll pack my luggage when I come back, let's go eat first."

Shi Mu came down from the upstairs and saw the young man standing opposite the girl, his eyes drooping indifferently, and his snow-white clothes were cold.

She was stunned, why was the young master of the Jiang family so well-behaved and cute when he was a child, but he was so cold when he grew up.

Pulled up Shi Xia, who was sitting on the sofa, and Shi's mother took her out of the room first.

Father Jiang then went downstairs, looked at the slender and beautiful young man standing indifferently in front of the sofa, walked over and whispered, "Hour, if you don't want to go to dinner with Xiao Xia......"

"I want to go."

The young man didn't have any expression, his cold pupils glanced at Father Jiang, and then walked out of the room with his long legs.

The figure is slender and beautiful, and the jet-black belt is tied around the lean waist, outlining beautiful lines.

Father Jiang looked at it, couldn't help touching the beard on his chin, and smiled with relief.

This kid looks like him!

——

Several people finally decided that Jiang's father would drive, Shi Mu's mother would sit in the passenger seat, and Shi Xia and Jiang Shi would sit in the back seat.

The atmosphere inside the car is calm.

Shi's mother turned her head and fell asleep because of the fatigue of the boat.

Father Jiang drove the car seriously.

The atmosphere in the back seat is a little subtle.

The distance between the two is not far or close.

Shi Xia obediently put his feet together, but the young man next to him sat in an extremely casual posture, his slender legs slightly bent, and his white fingertips habitually tapped on the side of the car.

The light in the car was dim, the young man's face was a little blurred, only showing a delicate silhouette with a beautiful arc, and the knuckles on the sleeves of the snow-white shirt were slender and beautiful, wrapped in a faint coldness, and were placed on the seat between the two.