Isn't that Shu Xiaomian?

She was actually hugging a man on a bicycle?

That's a headline joke!

Qu Ying'er took out her mobile phone, quickly took a few photos, and left with a smug face.

Shu Xiaomian didn't know that she was secretly photographed, so after letting Xi Mushen hug her slightly, she broke away from his arms and sat on the bicycle.

"Hold me tight." As soon as he sat down, the man's voice rang out.

Shu Xiaomian's face flushed, hugging him? Isn't this street okay?

"Uncle Nine, is it okay not to hold it?"

"Well, yes," Xi Mushen said lightly.

Just when Shu Xiaomian was about to rejoice, he added faintly:

"But this is my first time riding a bicycle, and I am not responsible for a fall."

What the!

For the first time!

Shu Xiaomian's face turned pale with fright, hugged his waist, and his voice was worried:

"Ride slower, slower."

Xi Mushen smiled, little woman, so timid? Don't trust him? He said:

"Don't worry, if I fall on you, it's me who feels distressed."

After speaking, he took out a mask and put it on, and left on his bicycle.

The reason for wearing a mask is to avoid appearing in the headlines tomorrow.

Shu Xiaomian sat in the back, completely frightened in her heart, but after driving for a while, she found that Xi Mushen was riding very steadily, almost in a straight line, and it was not dangerous at all.

Where does this look like riding a bike for the first time?

It's clear that she hugged him!

Shu Xiaomian was depressed.

Sitting in his car, hugging his waist, this feeling is very real and happy.

The afterglow of the setting sun spills in through the gaps in the boulevard, and you can see their shadows on the ground, surprisingly harmonious.

When the wind blows, the leaves fall, like a poem and a dream.

A few years later, Shu Xiaomian still remembers it clearly-the beautiful picture of a noble and perfect man transforming her into a young man, pedaling a bicycle, and taking her through the crowds, boulevards, and streets and alleys.

……

At night.

Shu Xiaomian took a shower and lay on the bed, feeling relaxed.

"Dingdong ......" WeChat sounded.

She quickly took it over, and saw that it was [Good night, cover the quilt] sent by Uncle Jiu, and the corners of her mouth rose sweetly.

She tapped her little finger on the screen and replied:

[Good night, you have to cover the quilt too.] 】

After sending it, Shu Xiaomian felt blushing.

Lying on the bed and chatting with him at night, is it too affectionate and not reserved?

What to do, to withdraw or not?

Just when Shu Xiaomian moved his mind, 'Ding Dong~' Xi Mushen's message came back.

[The cover is not good, why don't you come and cover it for me?] 】

Seeing the text, Shu Xiaomian's eyes widened in astonishment.

Cover him with a quilt? ...... in the middle of the night

Don't be fooled!

[Sleep, Uncle Nine, don't mess around with you, I'm sleepy. 】

[Rejected, heartache and flesh pain...... / pitiful]

Burst!

Seeing that pitiful expression, Shu Xiaomian couldn't help laughing directly and replied:

[The dignified Ninth Uncle pretends to be pitiful, isn't he ashamed? ] 】

Xi Mushen saw Shu Xiaomian's news, the corners of his mouth hooked deeply, and replied in seconds:

[Pretending to be pitiful? A thirty-year-old mature man, who has a woman but can't hug or want it, are you sure he's not really pitiful? 】

The content of the chat suddenly turned around, and Shu Xiaomian was caught off guard.

How can he talk about that topic from morning to night? Her dark eyes rolled, tapping on the screen:

[Then even if I cover you with a quilt in the past, I can't solve the fundamental problem, good, I've endured it for thirty years anyway, and it's not bad for this month or two, good night! ] 】

As soon as the message was sent, a sudden call flashed in.