Xin Shuitong's face was like ashes: "I mind, you drive!" ”

The man showed an innocent expression, a look of underbeating, "You asked me to drive this!" ”

Look, is this talking about human words!

Does she have a choice?

Xin Shuitong was powerless to complain, so he gave him a blank look, the back of his hand was propped up on his forehead, and he leaned on the frame.

"Woohoo ......" came a few dog barks from the back seat.

Passion fruit is dissatisfied with being ignored and forcibly brushes its presence.

"How did you get it out?" Xin Shuitong turned around and saw a golden retriever blinking at himself with eyes like little black beans.

"Mom misses it." Si Xiuwen explained.

She nodded thoughtfully, leaned slightly sideways, and reached back to touch passion fruit's head.

As soon as the hand reached over, its head came over consciously.

Xin Shuitong ravaged a few times with satisfaction, and suddenly ordered: "Stop, I'm going to the back seat!" ”

She prefers passion fruit to being with this man.

Si Xiuwen glanced at her.

Too lazy to bother.

"Stop, I'm going down." Xin Shuitong pretended to be miserable, pulling the window, "I want to go down, go down, go down ......"

"Ugly." The man finally got impatient.

"Scumbag." She snorted.

Passion fruit's little eyes looked here and there, and finally stopped on Xin Shuitong's body, tilting his head slightly, as if thinking about why this person made a strange wail.

"A scumbag with a scumbag, a perfect match." Si Xiuwen spoke faintly.

There was also a hint of resentment in his eyes.

I don't know where he learned these Xin Shuitong: "......"

The man looked disgusted, ignored her, and began to speed up the car within a safe range.

Xin Shuitong didn't care, took out a small snack from his bag, and ate it with a click.

Halfway through eating, she suddenly thought of something, picked up her mobile phone, and every time she ate, she took a complete photo first, and then gnawed desperately, and after nibbling on it, she took a photo of the empty bag.

She ate as long as the car was driven.

Eventually, the car began to smell of snacks. Her satchel was flattened.

Every time, when she first opened the bag, she would take the bag and turn it around under Si Xiuwen's nose, and then ask, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

After the man nodded, she withdrew her hand contentedly, fed it into her mouth, and stuffed passion fruit a little from time to time.

Just don't give Si Xiuwen food.

And if the man ignores her, she will ask one after another, "Do you want to eat?" To eat or not to eat? ”

If she gets the answer of "no eating", she will continue to ask until Si Xiuwen says the result she wants.

When Xin Shuitong swayed the food again, Si Xiuwen finally couldn't help it, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "It's enduring." ”

She grinned and pouted, "What's the matter with you little brother?" I can't afford to make any jokes, I'll give you food, I'll give you food. ”

As she spoke, she shoved the food in her hand over.

The man's mouth was tightly closed, and he refused to feed her with practical actions.

"Alas, a man's heart, a needle under the sea." Xin Shuitong snorted twice, trying to stuff it into his mouth.

As soon as Si Xiuwen wanted to speak, something stuffed into his mouth.

A strong smell of garbage oil fills the mouth.

Swallow, swallow can't swallow. Bite, can't get down. Spit, there's nowhere to spit out.

His face changed color.

Xin Shuitong smiled happily, pretending not to know, and asked pretendly: "Is it delicious?" ”

"Xin, Shui, Tong!" Si Xiuwen opened his mouth word by word.

The car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

She immediately realized that the situation was wrong, withdrew her hand, lowered her head into an ostrich, and quietly held back a smile.

"Immediately clean up your rags and smoke them to death." Si Xiuwen gritted his teeth, took out the garbage bag on the car, and threw everything she had eaten and what she hadn't eaten into it.

"Hey, I'm going to eat that." She can bear anything else, the spicy strip in her hand was taken away, this is too much!

Spicy strips are the foundation of life and a perfect match to pass the time.

He took it away and let it live.

Si Xiuwen glanced at her lightly.

Xin Shuitong stopped talking.

The place where he stopped seemed to be deliberate. Stretch out your hand, and outside the window is a trash can, which doesn't need to be sorted yet.

The man threw the bag straight in.

All four windows are open for ventilation.

The breeze was blowing and it was very comfortable.

But Xin Shuitong was still unhappy, the snacks were taken away, and there was still a short distance to go, and she had to wait for a long time.

"Why should I go to the General Division?" After waiting for a long time, she finally couldn't help it, and talked to Si Xiuwen with nothing to do.

"You don't have to." The man spat out a sentence indifferently, glanced at her, and continued, "But I don't feel happy. ”

Brute!

This time, Xin Shuitong really wanted to scold.

If she had just chosen to get out of the car and was not threatened by this man, she would have been happily lying on the sofa watching dramas at this time.

"Don't scold me in your heart." Si Xiuwen glanced at her, "I have something to say to my face." ”

Critical hits.

Xin Shuitong's blood trough was empty, and he put his hands on the window with no breath, covering his chest, panting heavily.

"Spicy chicken, scumbag, shameless." She could only scold these words back and forth.

She complained for a long time, but the man didn't react at all, as if what she said was another insignificant person.

"......" Xin Shuitong silently shifted her gaze to the window, staring at other flashing vehicles, and if she could see clearly, she glanced at the license plate by the way and remembered it in her mind.

The air was quiet, and Passion Fruit seemed to be bored, lying on the back seat, staring at a corner, motionless.

If it weren't for the fact that its eyes were still blinking from time to time, the two people in front of it would have suspected that it was asleep.

"You say, why is there such a big difference between you and your brother?" Xin Shuitong suddenly snorted twice, and remembered the reality that passion fruit was Si Xiuwen's younger brother.

The man ignored her and did not give any response.

"Hey, people are not as good as dogs now." When she didn't get a reply, she kicked her nose more and more.

"Give you a little color, and you're going to open a dyehouse?" After a long time, Si Xiuwen suddenly spoke.

Xin Shuitong was about to say that he was not having fun, and finally waited for his care, and his eyes lit up instantly, "Actually, I really want to open a dyeing shop and a dessert shop, and then sell fabrics while the fragrance of cakes and desserts wafts from time to time." Ah, how happy! ”

She said, imagining the image in her head.

It's almost heavenly.

It's as if you've really achieved everything you just said.