Chapter 15: I Want to Touch
Probably because the housekeeper's personality is like this, he is cold and abstinent, has a delicate relationship with the eldest lady, has just broken up, and is in an awkward cooling-off period, and there is an unbreakable gap between them.
The character is a scumbag, and Fu Xing's mentality and behavior are naturally different from Qi Feng.
She curled her lips and tilted her head, "I want to be in the passenger seat." ”
Fu Xingyan smiled and looked at Qi Feng lightly.
After a slight pause, the other party did not speak, and slowly closed the back door.
The green eyes glanced at Fu Xing, and took a step forward without any fluctuation in his emotions, opened the passenger door, and then, the man's slender arm casually rested on the door frame and looked at her.
Fu Xing lifted the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and bent down to get into the car.
Leaning her back against the saddle, the little girl raised her hand and lowered her sunglasses, then looked sideways at the person who was about to leave outside the car, and under the calm gaze of the other party, she pointed to the seat belt on her shoulder without expression.
Qi Feng: "......"
He froze visibly, probably restraining some kind of irritation, and didn't say anything, lowering his head and pulling out his seat belt to the other side of the star.
Qi Feng hung his head, but kept a gentleman's polite distance, and his bony hands tried to avoid touching Fu Xing.
Inside the car.
Fu Xing lowered his eyelashes and quietly watched Qi Feng's actions.
It's very suspicious.
She now has reason to infer that the breakup between Qi Feng and her original identity was proposed by the other party.
Helped Fu Xing buckle his seat belt, and Qi Feng went around to the other side and got into the car.
He said very little.
Fu Xing lowered his head and flipped through his phone, but he didn't speak, and the car was quiet.
When driving into the main road, Fu Xing said: "Go to the mall." ”
She put down her phone and turned her head to observe Qi Feng.
He snorted, coldly, not deliberately alienated, and did not care about the reason why Fu Xing suddenly changed his route to the mall.
This kind of mode of getting along is probably like - whatever Fu Xing says, he does it.
A housekeeper who takes money to do things, without any personal feelings.
Qi Feng was stared at like this by Fu Xing, and he was a little uncomfortable.
The pitch-black steering wheel with lines, Qi Feng's fingers rested on it, and the fingertips inadvertently rubbed and pressed a few times.
Finally, he turned his head, and his green eyes calmly looked at Fuxing: "What are you looking at?" ”
Fu Xing was calm: "Hair, your white hair." ”
Qi Feng's hair is generally normal, all white, either dyed or natural.
But the squirming white hair of the female nurse in the hospital always lingered in Fu Xing's mind.
"What's the problem?" The white-haired young man who was driving asked lightly, he had turned his head to concentrate on driving, and occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror.
Actually, there is nothing wrong with it, but ......
"I want to touch it." Fu Xing said calmly.
The voice is very calm, not flirtatious, nor with any ambiguity and provocation.
At this time, Qi Feng suddenly braked suddenly, and the car stopped suddenly.
Leaning forward suddenly, and when it stabilized, Fu Xing pressed the seat of the car and frowned at Qi Feng.
Qi Feng didn't squint: "Red light." ”
The voice is faint, and I can't hear the emotion.
Fu Xing turned his head to look out the window, and the traffic light was indeed red.
On the side, Qi Feng tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and was silent. After a long time, he said coldly: "Touch it." ”
The answer is to Fuxing's request on a whim on the way.
"Huh?"
Fu Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Feng with a somewhat surprised expression.
"You don't mind?"
Qi Feng's tone was light: "It's okay. ”
He said that it was okay, and Fu Xing would not twist and pinch.
After thinking about it, she reached out and touched Qi Feng's head, and her eyes lifted.