Chapter 77: The Bamboo Horse is Inconsistent (35)
It's so easy to kidnap, the little girl is not very guarded.
But she said she wanted him.
So this simple unguardedness is probably only for him.
Jiang Heng raised his thin lips slightly, watched her take her schoolbag to do her homework, and filled his desk with pink stationery, and the serious room suddenly had a touch of brightness.
It turns out that sometimes......
It is also necessary to be jealous.
If it weren't for the wrong mood today, with his calm character, he wouldn't have brought up this matter hastily.
β¦β¦ wouldn't have known that he would be easily promised by her.
The young man got up lazily from the sofa, stepped forward, leaned lazily against the desk, took a candy with his white fingers, peeled it off slowly, and asked in a casual tone, "When did you like me?" β
The girl wrote her homework without raising her head: "Like it? I don't like you. β
Jiang Heng: "......"
He bit into the sugar between his thin lips, and the sweetness spread. The bite stopped.
Under the long eyelashes, the eyes are as cold as frost, and she looks condescendingly at the girl's soft hair.
The Demon King continued: "You are not good to me, you are indifferent to death, if you change this problem in the future, I will consider liking you again." β
There was no movement for a long time.
Yun Xia looked up, and then crashed into a pair of dark pupils, and the slender figure of the man leaned against the bookcase, looking at her coldly.
Sugar tossed and turned between his thin lips, and he said in a calm voice, "Okay." β
The little girl blinked innocently, and the next moment, the person in front of her leaned down and turned her chair.
The other party leaned one hand on the table, the other hand on the back of her chair, the cold breath approached, and the thin lips kissed the corners of her lips gently.
The breath only lingered for a moment before leaving, the cold breath was far away, but the candy smell was still a little bit.
"Is it sweet?" The young man narrowed his eyes, and the light under his long eyelashes was condescending, a little seductive, and he said casually.
"I'll give you such a sweet ...... in the future All right? It's not indifferent. β
Yun Xia touched the corner of his lips and raised his eyes to look at him ignorantly.
Sweet is quite sweet.
β¦
When Father Jiang came back, he thought about it, put down the umbrella and went upstairs to see.
He knocked on the door and entered, and saw the boy leaning alone on the edge of the bed, with a thin quilt on top of him, neatly laid out in the corners, and reading with his eyes down.
Father Jiang looked around: "What about Xia Xia?" β
"I'm back." The boy's voice was careless, and his fingertips gently turned a page of the book.
Father Jiang walked over, nodded, and was about to sit down on the edge of the bed.
The other party's eyes were raised, slowly, and his tone was slightly cold: "She helped me lay it." You're going to sit, go sit on the couch. β
Father Jiang stopped his movements abruptly, looked at the young man strangely, and met his plain eyes, and there was no joke in his beautiful eyes.
ββ¦β¦β
The old father walked away from the bed with bitter steps, walked to the table and poured a glass of water, "Your attitude...... Not long ago, you told me that you know in your heart, I think you are obviously unrequited love. β
Jiang Heng glanced at him, his eyes moved back to the book, and said lightly: "Unfortunately, it's not." β
As soon as Jiang's father took a sip of water into his mouth, he heard his son turn a page of the book, the pages were soft, and his voice was not cold.
"It's a two-way street."
"Ahemβ"
Father Jiang was gentle on weekdays, but at this time, he was choked by a mouthful of water and bent over, and looked at the young man on the bed in surprise, "Didn't you mean ......?"
Jiang Heng glanced at him lazily.
"Eighteen this year," the boy said lazily, "it's not too early." β