Chapter Eighty-Five: Jealousy
It's twilight, it's dusk.
At the intersection of the hilltop road leading to the Leng family's villa, a blue Jaguar XK sports car was parked there, Bai Ze leaned on the door, squinting and looking at Xia Xingchen, "I really can't see that you can study Russian oil paintings so much." Don't all girls like pianos? Why do you love drawing? ”
Xia Xingchen said lightly, "Once, I also liked the piano. But now, I'll never touch it again. ”
"Anyway, I'm really glad that you can promise me to go to the exhibition with me today! How about giving me a goodbyekiss before I leave? Bai Ze looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were full of smiles.
When Xia Xingchen's cold eyes touched the warm yellow light in the distance, she approached Bai Ze and stood on tiptoe, her lips gently brushing Bai Ze's face. At the same time, a black Rolls-Royce swept past them, causing a sharp and cold whistling sound.
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The red glow faded, and the darkness of the night rose.
Xia Xingchen glanced at the black Rolls-Royce at the door, and his eyes became cold. When she walked into the living room, Wang Ma greeted her, "Miss, are you back?" I'll go upstairs and call you when I'm eating!" ”
Xia Xingchen smiled slightly, "Mother Wang, I won't eat today." I've already eaten it outside. With that, she walked up the marble staircase step by step.
She stepped lightly on the furry carpet, and just as she was about to open the door, she accidentally heard the sound of a moaning in the next room.
"Cold... You tap... Pure... Cold..."
Xia Xingchen's hand on the doorknob trembled, clenched tightly, and his knuckles became white. Biting her lower lip, she tried to restrain herself from ignoring the blushing sound, opened the door and walked in, then quickly closed it.
She quickly rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and threw cold water in her face. Then he quietly looked at himself in the mirror, his face gradually turned pale and bloodless, and even his body trembled like autumn leaves.
Late at night.
Xia Xingchen turned over and sat up, only to feel that her throat was extremely dry, and after looking at the empty water cup on the bedside table, she glanced at the clock on the wall where the pointer pointed to two o'clock, she got up and opened the door.
The living room was extremely quiet, she leaned against the wall lamp on the wall and walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the blue bottle of Perrier, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
As she turned, a tall black shadow leaned against the wall, her eyes shining with a gloomy cold light.
"You really like Bai Ze?" The cold voice sounded gloomy.
Xia Xingchen's lips showed a sarcastic smile, "Brother saw it?" Yes and what, no and what? Brother is jealous? ”
The amber eyes that looked at her coldly were still cold, and he sneered, "Even if you take him to my front to perform a live-spring palace, you see if I will be jealous." ”
Xia Xingchen raised his face and looked at him, "Brother won't be jealous, but I will." So brother, don't irritate me with other women, okay? ”
"Stimulating you? Xia Xingchen, you have lifted yourself. You don't deserve it yet! He gritted his teeth close to Xia Xingchen's face and finished speaking, and the breath he exhaled was all sprayed on Xia Xingchen's face.
Within two seconds, he stood up straight, turned and walked out.