7 You wipe it off for me
Yi Shuyan coldly reached out and held Ying Xingchen's wrist holding the ice cream and pushed it up, and in an instant, Ying Xingchen's lips were covered with white ice cream.
Ying Xingchen puffed out his cheeks, pursed his lips, and squinted at Yi Shuyan.
Her originally soft and delicate little face suddenly made an angry expression, coupled with the "white beard" on the side of her mouth, which made Yi Shuyan suddenly feel that she was very cute, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.
Ying Xingchen was still angry, but she could see that Yi Shuyan suddenly laughed heartily, which made her stunned, and the last thing she expected was that he was so good-looking and infectious.
But she immediately thought that it was herself who Yi Shuyan was laughing at now, and then she pushed the ice cream in Yi Shuyan's hand to his face with lightning speed.
Yi Shuyan suddenly suppressed his smile, he reached out and touched the sweet and greasy ice cream on the side of his mouth, his expression was slightly disgusted.
Ying Xingchen looked at Yi Shuyan's appearance, and instantly relieved, she took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and said while wiping: "What's the matter, unhappy?" You did it first, I just treated others the way they did. β
After wiping the ice cream off her mouth, she suddenly handed a tissue to Yi Shuyan and grinned, "Wipe your mouth, white-bearded Santa Claus." β
Yi Shuyan looked at her bright smiling face, he didn't pick up the tissue, but ordered, "You help me wipe it." β
"Why?" Ying Xingchen looked at him in surprise.
"Of course you're going to wipe it off." Yi Shuyan's voice was domineering and tough.
"Cut! You didn't wipe it off for me just now. β
"It's you who don't say it."
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"Anyway, I don't wipe it, if you have to wipe it, you can wipe it yourself, and if you don't wipe it, forget it." Ying Xingchen withdrew the hand that handed the tissue, turned his face away, and continued to eat ice cream, "I'll see when the ants move and move your face." β
The corners of Yi Shuyan's mouth hooked slightly, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't think about leaving if you don't wipe it, stay here with me until sunset." β
Ying Xingchen looked at him, "You are so naΓ―ve, I am not your nanny, why should I help you do such a thing." And how simple it is to wipe your mouth, you don't have no hands, and you prefer someone else to do it. β
Yi Shuyan said in a deep voice: "I like it." β
"But I don't like it." With that, she ran to the bike.
Yi Shuyan grabbed her hand, she wanted to open it, but she couldn't break it open.
At this time, Yi Shuyan's mobile phone rang suddenly, and he had to let go of Ying Xingchen and take out the mobile phone, which turned out to be called by Mrs. Yi.
As soon as he let go, Ying Xingchen immediately got on the car and ran away.
Yi Shuyan wiped his mouth and connected the phone, and his deep eyes fell on the shadow of Ying Xingchen who was gradually moving away.
"Shuyan?"
"Grandma, what's wrong with me?"
"Uncle Shen, do you remember?"
"Shen Jianjun? Chairman of Jianda Group? β
"Yes, yes, the family came back from a trip to Switzerland, and said that they hadn't been together with our family for a long time, so they thought about having a meal together at noon today. Come back after your morning workout, don't go anywhere else. β
"Okay, I got it."
"Be careful, be careful on the road."
"Hmm."
After Yi Shuyan hung up the phone, he ate the almost melted ice cream in his hand in a few bites. Then, after washing his face and hands at the sink not far away, he rode back.
But when he glanced at the bike, he saw that it wasn't his. Because on the handlebar on the right side of the faucet, there is a small, flat black object, and a small button on it.