It was a kind of love that was different from the one that once liked Zhuang Mingwei.

Zhao Pingjin is reluctant to study too much, his work is too busy and tired, and he wants to please himself more physically and mentally in the free time.

"I don't understand, does He'er know how to fall in love?"

Zhao Pingjin pulled her into his arms, Xu He sat on his lap, his chin was against the side of her neck, and a slightly hot breath fell on Xu He's ears: "Then He'er teach me, okay?" ”

Xu He twisted his body and tried to break free, but the arm he wrapped around her waist tightened even tighter, until her back was close to his chest.

"I, I haven't really talked about ......"

The section with Jianghuai is not a love affair at all in Xu He's opinion, it can be called a disgusting stain when you think about it.

Zhao Pingjin chuckled in her ear: "You really haven't talked about it?" ”

Xu He's head shook like a rattle.

Before going to college, she was a thief but not a thief, Xu Liyong was strict with her, if he knew that he would break her leg.

When I went to college, I didn't have the heart anymore.

Zhao Pingjin kissed her side cheek: "Have you chased the boy?" ”

Xu He hesitated, but still shook his head.

Zhao Pingjin smiled deeper in his eyes, and asked again: "Have you ever written a love letter to a boy?" ”

Xu He's body trembled slightly and shook his head.

There are a lot of vague memories of the past, and I can't remember them for a long time.

Because of Xu Liyong's pampering and care, she will grow up carefree, innocent and bold.

And that Xu He has disappeared without a trace with the death of her father who loves her the most, just as people always run away from pain, she will also avoid everything that makes her happy.

The carefree and innocent when he was young was like betraying and ridiculing his father's tragic death, Xu He has long forgotten it.

"You really haven't written it?"

Zhao Pingjin's voice sank.

Somehow, Xu He always felt as if he was a little angry when he said this.

But Xu He was in a very low mood at this time, and she had no time to notice his subtle emotional changes.

Just shook his head again: "No, I haven't written." ”

Zhao Pingjin suddenly lowered his head and took a bite on the thin veins on the side of her neck.

Xu He screamed in pain and pushed him with his backhand, but Zhao Pingjin glanced at her lazily condescendingly, stood up, and moved his slightly stiff cervical spine: "I'll take a bath, Zheng Fan will send something over in a while, you bring it in for me." ”

Xu He watched him go directly into the bathroom, she wanted to blast this person out, but the bathroom door suddenly opened again, Zhao Pingjin pulled the hem of his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, and said to Xu He: "He'er, are there any slippers?" ”

"There's only two pairs of women's slippers here, you can't wear mine, can you?"

Zhao Pingjin walked behind her, propped his hands on the back of the sofa on both sides of her body, and leaned down to kiss her: "It seems that He'er is very well-behaved and hasn't let other men enter the door." ”

Xu He pushed his face and pushed him away: "If you want to speak, speak seriously." ”

As soon as Xu He pushed him away, the doorbell rang, it should be Zheng Fan who sent something.

Xu He stood up, ignored Zhao Pingjin, and went back to the bedroom directly.

Zhao Pingjin was not annoyed, walked over and opened the door, Zheng Fan came in with a suitcase and a few big dust bags: "Mr. Zhao, your toiletries and personal belongings are inside." ”

He hung up the dust bag again: "This is the clothes you will wear tomorrow, all ironed." ”

"Do you have slippers?"

"Yes, yes." Zheng Fan squatted on the ground, opened the suitcase, and took out the same items inside.

"Okay, it's not early, you can go back and rest early, and come to pick me up tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, you should also rest early."

Zheng Fan didn't dare to take a second look into the house and left.

Zhao Pingjin changed his slippers and took his things to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, he directly put on a pair of pajama pants, took Xu He's pink rabbit towel and wiped his hair and walked to the bedroom.

Xu He was lying on the bed, looking at his mobile phone, and when he saw him push the door in, he immediately sat up straight; "You sleep in that room."

Zhao Pingjin wiped his wet hair, leaned on the door frame and smiled at her, for some reason, Xu He felt that his smile was particularly bad, but it was very good-looking.

"What are you thinking, I'm looking for a hair dryer."

Xu He was a little embarrassed, but he still glared at him, got out of bed and took out a hair dryer from the dresser drawer and handed it to him.

"He'er blow it for me, right?"

Zhao Pingjin handed the half-wet towel to Xu He, with a natural tone.

"Love doesn't blow it." Xu He smashed the towel on him, turned around and returned to the bed.

He smiled, tossed the towel aside, and turned on the blower.

After blowing his hair, Xu He was about to open his mouth to drive people away.

Zhao Pingjin went out very obediently.

Xu He looked at his back as he went out, but he was stunned.

Unexpectedly, two minutes later, Zhao Pingjin pushed the door and walked in.

"What are you doing?"

"Did Sister Li live in that room?"

Xu He was stunned for a moment, and then thought that indeed, Sister Li sometimes took a lunch break in the guest room, so she nodded.

"Then I won't sleep."

Zhao Pingjin walked to Xu He's bed this time, lifted her quilt and lay down, Xu He didn't wake up yet, he held the person firmly in his arms.

"Zhao Pingjin ......"

"Little girl, let me hug me, I've been very tired these days, jet lag, and I haven't slept well."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed to be really tired.

Xu He's heart was soft, but she still pushed him away forcefully, and she sat up: "You sleep here, I'll go to that room." ”

Zhao Pingjin was pushed away by her, but he didn't entangle him anymore, he just lay there, in a dimly lit room, quietly watching her get up, and the blown hair was softly covered on his forehead, reducing the sense of alienation between the two of them, and also making him look warm and fragile.

Xu He bent down to put on his shoes, Zhao Pingjin's hand slowly stretched over, held her fingers and clenched tightly: "He'er ......"

His voice was low, a little hoarse and tired, Xu He's heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, soft and ironing slowly.

She twitched her fingers, but she couldn't pull them away, perhaps because she didn't want to.

Maybe it's her, reluctant.

"Stay with me, okay?"

Zhao Pingjin sat up holding her fingers, leaned close, hugged her from behind, and kissed her on the side of her neck.