Also, she was in front of Jiang Huai, in front of Brother Song, and in front of Wen Heng, they were all very well-behaved, but in front of him, she looked awkward and stubborn.

Zhao Pingjin has always been tired of these, Xu He is here, except for the deed in bed, there is no other place for him to be reluctant.

"Xiao He is also very good." The hostess was busy playing the round.

Xu He slowly lowered his head, his fingers fell on the edge of the table, and gradually clenched.

"Come, let's go sit here first, don't disturb their young people."

The hostess enthusiastically led Zhao Pingjin and her female companion to the lawn, and asked, "Who is this beautiful lady?" ”

"Mu Jiao." The woman's voice is coquettish, almost dripping as sultry.

"Oh, this is really as good as the name suggests, delicate and charming, I am a woman who is excited, and I can't complain that Pingjin likes it."

The hostess actually admires Zhao Pingjin's womanhood very much, and there is no woman who has seen him who is not impressed, but he is a person who is cold on the outside and colder on the inside.

No matter how good it is, he will bring it out twice at most, and ask him why he broke up, either because he is tired of it, or there is a slight impatience in his eyes.

Mu Jiao heard her praise herself, so she naturally smiled, and looked up to Zhao Pingjin coquettishly: "Is what Mrs. Du said right?" Do you like it or not? ”

Zhao Pingjin smiled at her, but the smile was shallow on his face, not reaching the bottom of his eyes: "Do I like it or not, don't you know?" ”

Mu Jiao seemed to think of something, suddenly blushing and stomping her feet, grabbing his sleeve and twisting his waist, she said angrily: "Pingjin, you hate it." ”

Mrs. Du glanced at her husband, her eyes were full of helplessness, but Zhao Pingjin seemed to be very useful, looking at the rippling water, "little good ......"

As he spoke, leaning over and sneering lazily in her ear, he said, "...... It's going to pop out. ”

This little obedient, a little blurry from a short distance, came into Xu He's ears, her heart trembled slightly, there was a trace of mysterious, unspeakable pain and sourness slowly poured out, and the whole heart that gradually rose was a little uncomfortable.

It turns out that Xiaoliang is also wholesale.

She has never, never, not the only one, nor can she be, the only one.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and sat down in the chair beside her.

Zhao Pingjin hugged Mu Jiao and walked to the lawn, and the voice of speech gradually became inaudible.

Wen Heng set up the chair and saw that Xu He was just sitting there quietly.

Because of the working environment, there are not many school-age girls around him, and when he used to study, there were many lively and cheerful girls on campus, but Wen Heng always felt that they were noisy.

"Shall we go over there and have a look at the garden? I remember the teacher made a swing there, and it was very beautiful. ”

Wen Heng's voice came, Xu He retracted his thoughts, and reluctantly smiled at him: "I won't go, Aunt Du may have to help set up the tableware later." ”

Wen Heng glanced at her, and his voice was still warm: "That's good." ”

After a while, the hostess beckoned Xu He to come over to help, but Wen Heng also followed.

Xu He's cooking skills are not good, but Wen Heng does everything well.

"What do you do with fish? Should it be spicy or steamed? ”

"Your teacher and I don't eat much fish, why don't you ask Xiao He what flavor he likes?" The hostess smiled and said, Wen Heng turned her face to look at Xu He: "Do you like spicy food?" The boiled fish I made was not bad. ”

Xu He nodded: "You can eat spicy." ”

"Then I'll make it for you." Wen Heng had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, he had a very good impression of Xu He, the current little girl, it is rare to be so well-behaved and quiet, and he likes such a girl.

The hostess laughed when she heard this, walked up to her husband, and teased: "Look, you still said that your disciple Mu Ne, it's just that you haven't met a girl you like." ”

Zhao Pingjin glanced at the two of them.

Wen Heng was busy making fish, and occasionally instructed Xu He to help peel a green onion and garlic or something.

Xu He obviously hasn't cooked before, her movements are a little clumsy, and Wen Heng is not the slightest bit impatient, and he also taught her how to peel garlic the fastest.

The two faced each other, bowing their heads slightly, Wen Heng patiently whispered to her, she suddenly opened her eyes happily, spread out her tender white palm in front of him, and showed the garlic she had peeled perfectly.

Wen Heng looked at her and smiled, and there was already a lot of love in his smile.

"That little girl is so white, very good-looking."

Mu Jiao suddenly commented.

Zhao Pingjin slowly retracted his gaze, and hooked his thin lips without showing a trace: "Yes." ”

Mu Jiao held her cheeks, and suddenly leaned towards him: "Why do you keep looking at people?" ”

"Look at how a fool can be deceived by a liar."

"Who is a fool and who is a liar?"

Mu Jiao was confused.

Zhao Pingjin reached out and pinched her face: "You don't understand." ”

After pinching, he looked at his fingers with some disgust, and took out a tissue to wipe his hands: "How much powder have you smeared." ”

Mu Jiao glared at him angrily: "It's normal for women to wear makeup, okay?" ”

Xu He doesn't seem to wear much makeup.

It may also be because the skin foundation is good, so the base makeup is very light, look, the girl with good skin is very dominant.

Especially when there is contrast.

Zhao Pingjin ignored Mu Jiao's coquettishness, he casually played with the copper lighter, and casually perfunctory her: "The face is white, what about the body, what is it that is not good?" ”

Mu Jiao grabbed his hand: "Then you can know if you touch it." ”

Zhao Pingjin's eyes sank, and he withdrew his hand stiffly: "Miss Mu, be reserved." ”