Bamboo horse is a small milk dog (10)

Shi Xia still can't figure out why the little guy who was so milky and cute when he was a child grows up to be so cold?

Biting her lip silently, she leaned her head against the car window, and the light brown eyes faintly flashed fragmentary pictures outside the car, obviously lost in thought.

The next moment, a black shadow fell in front of him, and the long figure leaned over.

Shi Xia's whole person was almost encircled by him.

The snow-colored shirt with a faint cold fragrance floated lightly over the tip of her nose, a slender arm crossed in front of her, the bones of the hand under the light-colored cufflinks were distinct, and the white fingertips slowly fell on the window button.

Shi Xia could clearly see the dark and beautiful pupils under his curled eyelashes, and glanced at her coldly, without the slightest emotion, and said two words indifferently: "I'm hot." ”

Then, the window of the car slowly fell with his movements, and a breeze blew, blinding Shi Xia's eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes slightly blocked her vision, and she could only see the young man's delicate jawline extending to her snow-white neck, and she could vaguely see half of the white collarbone.

The faint fragrance on the tip of his nose disappeared, and the young man sat back, still in a casual posture, half of his side face was delicate and snow-white, revealing a little coldness.

Shi Xia blinked, retracted his gaze and sat up straight.

Didn't lean against the window again.

Father Jiang drove unsteadily, and the next brake made her body unconsciously lean to the side.

The beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and they seemed to understand why Jiang Shire didn't open the window on his side, but opened the window next to her.

If her head rests on the window, it is easy for Jiang's father to collide with the window, and injuries are inevitable.

Not knowing if she guessed right, she shifted her gaze to the slender and beautiful boy.

He must be angry.

Angry that she left him behind for eleven years and never contacted him, angry that she never cared about him in the past eleven years.

She should have thought of it a long time ago.

The tip of her heart hurt unexpectedly for a moment, and just as she wanted to speak, the car slowly stopped, and Father Jiang said, "It's here!" Get off the bus, kids! ”

Jiang Shi raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang's father, his dark eyes were inexplicably a little oppressive, he glanced at him coldly, and indifferently opened the car door and got out of the car.

Father Jiang looked uncertain.

Where did he mess with him?

Touching the tip of his nose, he smiled and said to Shi Xia: "Xiao Xia, don't mind, since you left, I don't like to talk more and more when I was young." ”

Although when I was a child, I didn't like to talk when I was with him.

“……”

Father Jiang nodded obediently when he saw Shi Xia, and became more and more satisfied in his heart, and beckoned her to get out of the car together.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the snow-white slender figure standing lightly aside.

Father Jiang leaned over, and the young man's slightly cold voice came.

"Drive more steadily in the future."

After saying this, he walked past Father Jiang and walked beside Shi's mother without saying a word.

Father Jiang: ?

He's always driving like this, huh?

Why didn't I see a teenager react so much before?

With an inexplicable face, he followed the group back to the hotel, and Jiang's father listened bitterly to Jiang Shi chatting with Shi's mother.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were stretched, his straight body outlined a bit of nobility, and when talking to Shi's mother, he lowered his head slightly to show respect, and his snow-white shirt was not wrinkled at all, and he was tucked into his lean waist, and his posture was casual and natural.

Father Jiang: ?

I've never seen his son talk to him so much, right?

Two of the people in the group were silent, the two chatted, and after entering the hotel, they chose a private room.

Jiang Shi pulled out a chair for Shi's mother, and only moved away slightly after she sat down.

Shi Xia stretched out his hand and just wanted to pull the seat away, when a white and beautiful hand lightly rested on the other side of the seat.