“……”

Yun Xia didn't expect the little bamboo horse to be so squeamish. A boy, what is cold on a rainy day?

Especially this boy is still an indifferent character, usually so cold.

She hugged her schoolbag: "It's cold, you can walk by yourself, don't move and ask for a hug." ”

When Jiang Heng heard this, he glanced at her slowly.

He didn't argue with anything.

The two arrived home.

Yun Xia got out from under his umbrella, and when he turned around, he found that half of the young man's snow-white clothes were wet.

His clothes were snow-white, half wet, and they were attached to his body, and the beautiful lines of his abdomen were looming.

Yun Xia frowned: "You go home quickly, change your clothes." ”

The young man looked down at himself, his expression was flat, and he nodded slightly, "I'll take the umbrella first, and I'll give it back to you tomorrow." ”

Yun Xia stood in front of her door, watching the slender back of the bamboo horse leave, she was stunned for a while, and was about to turn around and enter the door.

But suddenly she heard someone calling her in the rain, and her tone was a little surprised: "Yunxia!" ”

The girl turned around and unexpectedly saw Zhou Heng.

…

Jiang Heng returned home with an umbrella.

Father Jiang was in the living room, wearing Sven's glasses, and was reading a book.

Seeing his son return, he looked up, squinted his eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the light blue umbrella slowly.

It's obviously a style that only girls use.

Father Jiang took a moment to watch the young man put away the umbrella and fold the corners neatly.

He asked gently, "With Xia Xia?" ”

Jiang Heng's face was expressionless, his eyelashes drooped, and he hummed casually.

Father Jiang became interested, sat up slightly straight from the sofa, and asked, "Are you interested in Xia Xia?" ”

It's also weird.

Xia Xia and their neighbors have been interested in them for so many years, and they haven't seen their son interested before.

Jiang Heng casually raised his pupils, his cold eyes did not fluctuate for half a minute, and he opened his lips and said coldly: "What, support early love?" ”

Father Jiang choked on this sentence.

He took off his glasses and smiled gently, "I don't support early love, but adolescence, normal good feelings, don't interfere with you, you know it yourself." ”

Jiang Heng hung his thick eyelashes, his slender fingers moved slowly, and he folded all the corners of the umbrella neatly, and then said in a flat tone: "I have." ”

Father Jiang smiled with interest.

He doesn't pay much attention to the gossip of ordinary people.

But this is his own child, and with Jiang Heng's cold personality, he has never been special to any girl.

So suddenly it was a little different, and Father Jiang really wanted to ask him what he thought.

Seeing the slender figure walking upstairs, Father Jiang smiled and asked, "Then what kind of affection do you have for Xia Xia, do you want to fall in love with others, or don't you want to?" ”

This is a clear temptation.

Jiang Heng stopped.

The white fingers held on to the railing, and he put his other hand in his pocket, carelessly rubbing the small sugar jar.

After a pause for a few seconds, he said flatly: "Don't worry, I'm not in early love." ”

After speaking, he walked upstairs indifferently.

Back in his room, Jiang Heng walked to the desk, took out the small sugar jar from his pocket, and put it on the desk casually.

He stared at it for a few seconds.

There are several other small sugar jars on the table, with high-end and exquisite packaging, which naturally looks different from the one sold in the school.

But he didn't move the school, just lowered his eyes, coldly opened a can of his own, took out a candy and ate it.

The sweet fragrance melts between the thin lips.

Jiang Heng's expression was calm, and his eyes inadvertently swept out the window.

But in the next second, he suddenly paused.