Lazily leaning on the sofa as if he had no bones, he sent a message to the nanny at home.

"Hello? Aunt Wang, I'm not coming back tonight. Yes, yes, in the same class, don't worry. ”

He smiled as he spoke, waited for the phone to hang up, and threw the phone aside with a sigh of relief.

Lu Xishuo was still washing, Jiaoyang was lying on the sofa, stretching his waist, and he could tell how long he would come out by the sound of the water.

When Lu Xishuo pushed open the door in a black bathrobe, he immediately saw the little girl holding a hair dryer and running towards him with a smile.

"I'm here, today I will let you be the gentleest and loveliest, and the most intimate and patient sister, to serve you."

Lu Xishuo smiled with a towel, walked over, and sat in front of the mirror: "Come on, how long will it take?" ”

Jiao Yang pursed his lips and thought for a while, then touched the soft black hair on his head with his fingers, and said in a decent manner: "It doesn't take long, about ten minutes." ”

Lu Xishuo nodded and looked at her in the mirror.

Jiaoyang likes to blow Lu Xishuo's hair very much, one of which is because his hair is really good and feels very comfortable to the touch.

Unlike Lu Ran, who often perms and dyes, he almost can't wait for a hair color a day, and after a long time, no matter how good the hair is, it will inevitably be somewhat damaged. There is often a need to go for nursing, and a big man spends no less money on his appearance than a little girl.

Compared with Lu Ran, Lu Xishuo is different. Lu Xishuo seems to have a soft spot for black hair, since she knew him, he has always been black hair, and has never tried other colors.

In addition, he likes to wear black, often in black. He was only two years older than his brother, but he looked serious and gloomy.

Jiaoyang looked at the man in the mirror.

Even if he is dressed in black, he is particularly good-looking, lining his temperament, but he also has an indescribable sense of luxury.

His fluffy and soft short hair was slightly damp, with a few strands hanging on his forehead, and his fair complexion made his handsome face look like a vampire. There are also a few strands hanging under the ears, which are also slightly damp and have crystal water stains.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the pupils are like dark ink that cannot be dissolved. Even if it is as beautiful as a painting, it hardly has the temperament of a noble son's debauchery and frivolity. Against the black background, the man looks mysterious and solemn, noble and elegant, he does not even look like a person, it is easier for her to think of some kind of ancient and finely carved European architecture, exquisite and luxurious, and always standing there, standing.

The water stains on the ends of his hair fell imperceptibly, dripping onto her fingers.

Jiaoyang hurriedly raised the hair dryer in his hand and blew it into his hair.

Fingertips shuttled between his hair, and even she couldn't help but pout with envy: "Your hair is so good, no wonder you refused when I said I wanted you to dye it silver." ”

Lu Xishuo was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

said that she still didn't admit that she held a grudge, and she didn't remember her well on weekdays, but she still remembers it.

"Okay, when I'm done with this while, I'll dye it for you."

"No, it's my aesthetic mistake."

Jiaoyang put down the hair dryer, leaned into his arms, hugged his neck, and replied with a smile: "I only understand now that you are not the only one who is suitable for silver-haired faces, but you are the only one with such a unique temperament." ”

Doing hair is addictive, there is already a hair dye in this house, and one more is there?

"That's the sentence, you can't use your own preferences as a standard to impose on others." Jiaoyang said with a smile.

But who said that to her? Can't remember.

Lu Xishuo smiled and hugged her back.

"I like what you like."

Just as Jiaoyang lowered her head, rolled up the plug of the used hair dryer, and was tidying up the tabletop, Lu Xishuo suddenly pulled her over.

Jiao Yang exclaimed unexpectedly, clenched the bottle in his hand, and fell into his arms.

Lu Xishuo took advantage of the situation to let her sit on his lap, clasped her waist with his big hand, and kissed her on the lips.

Jiao Yang made a "hmm" sound in her mouth, and symbolically struggled for a while, put down the hair oil in her hand, and put it on the countertop next to her.

Then he put his arms around his neck and kissed him in this intimate position.

After a while, the two parted breathlessly, and Jiaoyang raised her head and looked at Lu Xishuo's gaze that lowered her eyes and looked at her.

She looked down, thought for a moment, and asked, "Now?" ”

Lu Xishuo looked at her deeply for a while, shook his head, and then suddenly picked her up and walked to the bedroom.

After it was over, Jiaoyang lay in the arms of the sleeping man, thinking of the scene where they hugged each other and kissed wildly just now, and couldn't help but sigh.

It goes back more than a year.

At that time, on the last day after Meng Tang's funeral, the two had an accident by accident.

After that, the two tacitly did not mention the events of that day again, and still tacitly acquiesced to the outside world that they were like brothers and sisters in the past.

But I don't know what's going on, almost every other week, there will always be someone between the two who can't help but talk to each other, maybe because of attachment or some other reason, wanting to recreate what happened that day.

So over time, they have formed today's tacit understanding and formed the current connection, which is once a week.

Jiaoyang is not averse to such a mode of getting along.

It's just that men always like to talk nonsense when they are in bed with her.

For example, when I asked her just now, if she really wanted to surpass Lu Ran in grades for the sake of Qi Ziyan, she didn't believe it no matter how much she denied and explained.

Jiaoyang pursed her lips, touched the fluffy and soft head of the man next to her, and sighed.

This man who is serious and meticulous on the surface really has a childlike side behind his back.

Classes are held the next day.

Jiaoyang carried her schoolbag on her back, entered the classroom expressionlessly, and sat next to Qi Ziyan.

He was looking down at the book, definitely seeing her coming, but he didn't look up and greet her with a smile as usual.

Jiaoyang was in a bad mood, and her schoolbag "banged" and fell heavily on the seat behind her. Then he opened a history book and began to memorize it.

"That. Morning self-study is not a history lesson. Qi Ziyan kindly reminded.

"You take care of yourself, what I do." Jiaoyang glared at him, "Didn't you say that all the negative effects I caused to you were negative?" ”

Qi Ziyan pursed his lips and bowed his head when he saw that he no longer spoke.

Jiaoyang kicked the stool in front of her angrily again.

Seeing this, the people around him who were about to move and wanted to come over didn't dare to come forward to speak again.

The person next to him whispered: "The boss looks in a bad mood today."

"Shut up."