"Me"

"Me"

An Xiaoxi and Qiao Wenhan spoke at the same time, and in the Maserati car, the two of them wanted to speak and stopped. What is the relationship between Su Chenfeng and An Xiaoxi? What is the relationship between Shirley and Qiao Wenhan? The two who overturned the vinegar jar were suspicious of each other, but they didn't know how to speak.

"You"

"You"

Again, in unison. The interior of the car became quiet and awkward again. An Xiaoxi wanted to break this discomfort, so she solemnly apologized. Because of her drunken gaffe, Qiao Wenhan lost face in front of so many friends, and she felt very sorry in her heart.

And Qiao Wenhan didn't seem to accept her apology, and still drove without saying a word. When he didn't speak, An Xiaoxi felt very scared, and didn't know what this tyrant was going to do with her.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when he returned to Qiao's mansion, and the old housekeeper came out to answer the door and asked the maid to prepare rooms for the two of them. The four-legged gold-plated bathtub allows An Xiaoxi to lie in it. Let the warm water envelop yourself and relax after the day's exhaustion.

She felt a tingling pain in her foot, which turned out to be a toe that had been worn out by a high heel. Stimulated by the hot water, the wound reveled unbridled, as if punishing her for getting carried away today.

It was close to two o'clock in bed, and Qiao Wenhan hadn't said a word to her since returning from Shirley's manor. Is he angry? Surely he won't pay for it? An Xiaoxi's mind spun rapidly, sinking into deep guilt.

In addition to being a little domineering, a little arrogant, and a little proud, Qiao Wenhan is actually very kind. On that tragic rainy night, she was rescued from being on the streets. An Xiaoxi thought about what happened today, and she couldn't forgive herself no matter what happened.

She decided to say goodbye to Qiao Wenhan early tomorrow morning, and she was not going to take the money from her part-time job this time, which could be regarded as atonement.

It smells so good! It's the taste of shrimp, and it's definitely seafood porridge!

Half-asleep and half-awake, An Xiaoxi felt someone approaching her with a bowl of seafood porridge. When I opened my eyes, this was the maid of Qiao's mansion. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the room have been opened, and the sunlight is gently pouring in, and the wind blows the white curtains, ethereal like a beautiful dream.

On the rattan chair outside the house, Qiao Wenhan was eating.

The eyes cast on his face, and the eyelashes turned a soft gold.

The hair is combed smoothly, less aggressive, and beautiful like a prince in a fairy tale.

An Xiaoxi rubbed her eyes, the cold wind blew, and the maid hurriedly put on a shawl for her.

"Mr. Joe. I ...... "Ann Creek is branching." Qiao Wenhan still treated her as a transparent person, and continued to eat, without looking at her.

"I'm sorry for yesterday's incident, I don't want the money for this part-time job, I'll leave later." An Xiaoxi got up, Qiao Wenhan grabbed her and pulled her to sit beside her.

"You want to be a chef?" Qiao Wenhan slowly raised his eyes and looked straight at An Xiaoxi. It was Ann's dream to be a chef, and she always wanted to develop a unique menu and own her own restaurant.

"That's your attitude towards food?" Qiao Wenhan pushed the seafood porridge in front of An Xiaoxi and motioned for her to eat it. An Xiaoxi drank porridge quietly, unable to read any information from Qiao Wenhan's expression.

An Xiaoxi was born different, her sense of smell and taste are more sensitive than others, and the dishes she has eaten once can be completely replicated. But people's hearts are too complicated, and Qiao Wenhan's heart seems to her to be a dark place, and she can't see it clearly.

"Don't get too close to Su Chenfeng." When Su Chenfeng was mentioned, it seemed to arouse a lot of Qiao Wenhan's thoughts, and he said it to the point, and An Xiaoxi was not good at asking even though he was full of doubts.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, An Xiaoxi packed up her clothes and prepared to leave. The dresses and shoes worn yesterday were neatly laid out there, and the servants had all taken care of them. An Xiaoxi is still secretly glad that although she doesn't belong to this gorgeous world, it's good to experience it.

"Uncle Zhang, where is the nearby bus stop?" An Xiaoxi is like Cinderella, after the bell rings at twelve o'clock, it automatically returns to its original appearance and returns to her original appearance again. Fade away the fat powder, fade off the gorgeous clothes. But the heart was at peace.

What she didn't know was that this time she broke into Qiao Wenhan's life and had already stepped into the tiger's den in Longtan, and the ordinary life trajectory would completely change the direction. Qiao's Mansion is a private residence, a whole piece of which has been enclosed, with gardens, villas, and its own racecourse. The nearest bus stop is also 10 km away.

dragged his feet and slowly walked out of Qiao's mansion, the scenery in the suburbs was wonderful, but An Xiaoxi was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. After leaving Qiao Wenhan, her mood was inexplicably low, as if she had been getting along intensively in the past two days, and she had become accustomed to this domineering son appearing around her.

Luxury cars drove by one after another, and in this area, An Xiaoxi was probably the only poor worm on foot.

"Boom~" A roar came from far and near, making An Xiaoxi's back cool. drove to the front not far from An Xiaoxi and stopped, An Xiaoxi approached, and the man on the motorcycle grabbed her hand suddenly, dragged her directly on the motorcycle, and threw her a helmet.

couldn't tell whether it was friend or foe, An Xiaoxi was robbed by this man.

A right turn frightened An Xiaoxi to sway from side to side, and the man freed up a hand to grab An Xiaoxi's hand and put it on his waist. An Xiaoxi was afraid, so she had to hug his waist tightly. The man's broad shoulders are full of strength, and the leather coat exudes a charming fragrance. That familiar aroma can make An Xiaoxi feel at ease, this man is Qiao Wenhan.

Silent and "kidnapped" An Xiaoxi into the car. Qiao Wenhan has too many secrets, and his personality and behavior are too weird, which is unpredictable and unstoppable.

Braving the cold wind of January, An Xiaoxi's thin clothes could not withstand the cold wind, and his hands and feet were already frozen. Along the coastline, their motorbike finally stopped in front of a mountain cliff.

"Mr. Qiao......" An Xiaoxi was interrupted by Qiao Wenhan as soon as he spoke.

"It's boring, Mr. Joe". Picking up a stone, Qiao Wenhan threw it towards the sea, turned around and saw An Xiaoxi, who was so cold that he kept rubbing his hands, Qiao Wenhan put An Xiaoxi's hand into the two pockets of his jacket.

The two of them stood face to face, Qiao Wenhan took off his black gloves and gently stroked and slid his fingers on An Xiaoxi's face. The second it touched the skin, every pore of An Xiaoxi's whole body trembled.

"Do you want to leave me like that?" Qiao Wenhan stared down, An Xiaoxi's eyes had nowhere to place, so he had to lower his head. Qiao Wenhan held up An Xiaoxi's small chin and waited for her answer.

"No, you ......"

Before An Xiaoxi could finish speaking, a fiery lip was imprinted and sealed her mouth.

Hot lips, scorching heart, eager breathing, biting cold wind, roaring deep winter sea, An Xiaoxi's world is spinning.