Chapter 462: Holding the painting is leaving, Meng Chuan is indifferent

Xi Yan listened to Yuan Yan's words and parked the car on the side of the road.

Zhihua opened the car door and trotted towards Meng Chuan.

The little girl is wearing a beautiful red dress today, with a double-ring sideburns on her head, and a red tassel as a hairband, and as she runs, the skirt flutters, and the tassels sway, so beautiful that she is like a little fairy who has fallen into the mortal world.

As a remote and backward city, Shuicheng itself is economically underdeveloped, and the residents of these small towns are living a poor life.

Now that such a stunning color suddenly appeared in this poor country, it instantly attracted their attention.

Regardless of the people around her, she tried to run towards Meng Chuan, who was carrying the goods, and seemed to be aware of it, and when he turned around, he saw a red figure running towards him.

Meng Chuan was slightly stunned, and was hugged in the next second.

The goods he had caught in the crook of his arm fell to the ground in an instant.

Zhihua hugged Meng Chuan's waist, held his head high, and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes.

Her face was filled with a bright smile, like a galaxy, which was intoxicating.

Meng Chuan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his curly eyelashes fanned slightly, and his eyes were full of the little girl holding him.

He hid the shallow smile in the depths of his eyes, with a clear and cold look on his face, and his voice did not rise and fall in the slightest: "Something?" ”

Meng Chuan didn't push her away, but let her hold her.

The slightly larger height difference, coupled with the young age of the two, makes them more like brothers and sisters with deep feelings.

He pursed his lips and shook his head.

The tassels on the double-ring sideburns swayed gently with her movements, making her particularly well-behaved and cute.

Meng Chuan secretly scolded her in his heart for being a little idiot and being so stupid and cute.

"I still have to help, I can't play with you."

Meng Chuan didn't realize that Zhihua was leaving the town, and thought that she liked to pester him as much as she used to.

Until the painting obediently let go of his arm and made sign language to Meng Chuan.

[Brother Achuan, I'm going to leave with my parents, and I'm here to say goodbye to you today. 】

Meng Chuan understood her sign language, his expression sank instantly, and he was a little scared and shivered.

She reached out and gently pulled the hem of Meng Chuan's clothes, but he unceremoniously brushed it away.

Meng Chuan asked the painting with a cold face: "You want to leave?" ”

The word is surprisingly cold.

He was more frightening than ever, and the painting was so frightened that he took a few steps back and looked at him a little bewildered.

Meng Chuan saw that she was distancing himself from him, his jaw was tight, and one arm hanging by his side was clenched tightly.

He walked towards Zhihua, "You're gone, what should Grandma Zhi?" You can't bear to leave her home alone?! ”

Meng Chuan is not the kind of person who likes to express his emotions, even if he is reluctant in his heart, he has to find an excuse to cover himself.

He pursed his lips and did sign language again.

[Brother Achuan, grandma said ......]

Just halfway through, Meng Chuan directly interrupted her.

"That's enough, get out!" Meng Chuan's experience did not teach him gentleness, but instead cultivated his cold and eccentric temperament.

He subconsciously said something heavy to Zhihua, and seeing that the little girl's eyes were red, Meng Chuan simply turned his head away from her.

He bent down to pick up the goods on the ground, sandwiched them in the crook of his arm, and left without looking back.

Meng Chuan walked resolutely step by step, and he didn't even intend to say goodbye to the painting, and others didn't know that his arm holding the goods trembled slightly.

Zhihua looked at his indifferent back, bowed her head a little uncomfortably, she looked at Meng Chuan reluctantly, and finally turned back to the car in despair.

Yuan Yan patted her back lightly and said to Xi Yan, "Let's go." ”