Jiang Cha Cha never thought that she would spend so much money on herself.

This involves her knowledge blind spot.

She looked at Wen Huaizhi, who continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep, and wanted to talk to him.

But seeing that he was very reluctant to pay attention to her, he had no choice but to give up.

She blinked. What to do, I suddenly feel that he is not so annoying.

At least, the way he doesn't blink when he swipes his card is damn charming......

It's handsome.

On Sunday, when he was working at Cheng's house, Jiang Chacha saw the second young master again.

The second young master's name is Cheng Lie.

When Jiang Chacha saw him today, he saw the second young master standing in the courtyard, playing frisbee with his dog.

She glanced at it as she passed, and then walked to Cheng Maki in the pavilion.

He was sitting on the guardrail near the pavilion, his head slightly tilted, his thick and soft eyelashes drooping, and he was basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

Even in the morning, the sun was scorching, and looking at his almost transparent skin in the light, she was afraid that the sun would sunburn him.

So she walked over, without making a sound, and raised her hand, blocking the light from his face.

Not long after the shadow fell on his face, he woke up, his eyelashes flapping a few times, his amber pupils aimed at her.

Jiang Chacha immediately smiled, "Young Master, you're awake." ”

"Are you thirsty or not, drink water or not?"

"Or do you want something to eat?"

She was like a Shiba Inu pleasing people, like sticking out her tongue and wagging her tail.

Cheng Mao pursed his lips. Sometimes he doesn't know if he's hired a bodyguard or a babysitter.

He looked at the smooth skin on her face again, remembering the last time he accidentally put his lips on her face, and his body suddenly felt a chill.

Thinking that fans on the Internet were knocking him and this bodyguard's CP, he became more and more cold, and he felt uncomfortable when he looked at her.

He looked at her and suddenly asked in a muffled voice, "Why is your hair blonde?" ”

Jiang Chacha didn't know why she was brain pumping at that time, so she bought a pale blonde boys' wig.

Indeed, it is strange and conspicuous.

She smiled sheepishly.

"Young master, if you don't like it, I can dye it back."

"I'll go and dye this thing green!"

“……”

Probably choked by her words, he coughed several times before finally asking weakly, "Why do you want to ...... Dye it green? ”

"Because I want to make the young master happy." When she said this, her eyes were very frank and clean.

Cheng Ma: ......

How does he have the illusion that he is a little princess?

He forced a smile and said no.

She is always like this, it is enough for others to do their duty well, but she is very attentive to herself, and when she looks at him, there is often a light of joy in her eyes.

Her care and concern for him goes far beyond the duties of a bodyguard. Cheng sometimes wonders where her kindness comes from. Is there really anyone who is so nice to a person for no reason?

He never believed.

When Jiang Chacha is a bodyguard, you have to stand up straight. After standing for a long time, the whole person has a sore back.

He continued to sit here basking in the sun, quietly, without speaking, holding a score in his hand and reading.

The piano sheet in his hand, Jiang Chacha has seen it many times.

The paper has yellowed and is clearly old.

And he seems to cherish this sheet music very much.

She guarded him like that.

Soon, she was called away by the housekeeper.

I don't know how long it has been, but when I came back, I saw that Cheng Ma's figure had long disappeared from the pavilion, and the original chair was empty, and there was no hair.

She didn't know why, so she suddenly panicked.

She hurriedly called other bodyguards to help find Cheng Ma.

After searching for nearly ten minutes, Jiang Chacha finally found him at the corner of the stairs of the mansion.

The second young master seems to be there too.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Chacha was overjoyed, and when she just wanted to raise her feet and walk over, she paused after hearing the complete conversation.

"Your mother gave it to you?"

"Give it back to me."

This weak-sounding voice was Cheng Ma's.

Jiang Chacha hesitated, and then she stopped behind the wall and didn't go any further.

Her instincts told her she shouldn't go now.

Soon, she heard the sound of fists hitting her flesh.

She was horrified and clenched her fists.

When she saw Cheng Lie before, she always felt that he was gentle and polite. Now that I think about it, she couldn't have been more wrong.

He is pure evil, and he has all the evils of the rich children.

He's bad, rightfully bad.

He punched Cheng in the face. seemed to feel uncomfortable, and stepped forward to grab Cheng Ma's collar and pulled him directly in front of his eyes.

His pupils approached Cheng Ma, a despicable and rampant smile appeared on his heroic face, his whole person was like the kind of crazy character in the novel, he was arrogant, "I usually don't want to see a brother like me, you'd better get acquainted and appear in front of me less." ”

Jiang Chacha clenched her fists in anger, just when she didn't know whether to step forward to stop it.

I saw Cheng Ma, who looked like a poor little white rabbit in her eyes, suddenly came to say.

"Good brother."

The smile on Cheng Lie's face froze instantly.

Our Lady Cheng said heartily: "Does it hurt to beat your hands?" My brother will be distressed. ”

“……”

couldn't bear it anymore, Cheng Lie directly punched him in the face again.

He cursed "sick" and walked away.

Jiang Cha Cha hid in the corner, watching him leave.

After being punched again, the smile on Cheng Ma's face faded, and he moved his neck and returned his head to its original position.

Cheng Lie's punch was harder than the other.

Cheng Mao raised his hand expressionlessly, and wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but as soon as he touched the wound, it hurt him so much that he grinned.

He snorted, then turned around, and had just taken a step down the stairs with his long legs.

I saw a young man who looked like a bodyguard standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses that he couldn't see anything, he could feel her fiery gaze.

If the imagination is a little richer, maybe the eyes under the sunglasses are looking at him with tears in their eyes.

Cheng Ma: ......

Sure enough, she quickly went up the stairs to help him.

"Young Master." She didn't say anything, she wanted to take him to treat the wound.

She was so angry that her fingers were shaking as she held him.

She was just that the second young master had never been on good terms with him, but she couldn't imagine that they would treat him like this.

She couldn't imagine what Cheng Maki had suffered in normal times.

Seeing that she was about to make physical contact with him, Cheng Chen silently brushed away her hand and deliberately kept her distance.

He bent down and picked up the sheet music that had fallen on the ground and had been stepped on by Cheng Lie without any expression on his face.

This is a relic left to him by his mother.

My father's wild seed outside likes to swear his sovereignty at home every time, and do one similar thing after another.

"Xiao Ma, do you see? That's your future mother, and the one next to you is your brother. ”

When he was seven years old, he was standing in the living room with a bear doll in his arms, his father's big hand was on his head, rubbing his hair, and he felt warm.

He nodded, his eyes looking at the calendar on the wall.

Today on the 16th.

Mom is gone on the fifth day.

My father brought back a very beautiful woman and a younger brother.

The younger brother has a fat face and is still in kindergarten.

He loves cute little kids.

When he first entered elementary school, he felt that he was a little man, and it was necessary to behave like an older brother.

So that day, when the younger brother snatched his beloved toy and broke the crystal ball that his mother gave him. Crying and making fuss about his mother's posthumous photos being so ugly, it scared him, and he didn't look as good as his mother.

In the end, even his mother's posthumous photo disappeared from the house.

He was all smiling.

Cheng Mao looked at the sheet music in his hand and was silent.

Jiang Chacha was helpless for a while.

He no longer smiled on his face, his eyes were sorrowful, and his slightly frowning eyebrows suddenly opened, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

Such a look should be extremely disobedient to him with a fragile and weak appearance like a silk flower. However, this does not seem to be the case.

It was obviously a very shameless thing to be beaten, but his self-esteem made him tilt his face slightly, purse his lips and not be disgusted. Some pride is engraved in the bones and cannot be erased by time.

His face, which is more delicate than the heroine, shows a somewhat sickly expression, his slender Danfeng eyes hang down tastelessly, and his reddish lips seem to have just cruelly crushed the pearl, and there is more of a thin taste that he usually does not have.

This feeling is like a flower that has been raised indoors all year round, and suddenly one day it transforms into a rose, and the thorns of the rose and the beauty of the rose are all there.

Beautiful things are always poisonous. He seems to have an extra layer of thorns on his appearance, which makes people afraid to approach, and at the same time he is even more obsessed with his beauty.

The right side of his face was bruised from the beating, and the corners of his mouth were oozing bright red blood, and when he looked at it with pity, it really looked like a rose stained with poison.

His pupils were no longer amber and had become dark, and the light in his eyes made Jiang Cha Cha feel like the faint light of a lonely lighthouse on the sea level in the middle of the night.

It's like you've just experienced a storm and havoc, and then you've sunk into a dead silence like drowning.

Seeing his eyes, Jiang Chacha's heart seemed to be stinged.

"Look what I'm doing."

His eyes were still still, like a pool of stagnant water.

"No ......"

He is uncertain now, Jiang Chacha doesn't dare to say a word, and he doesn't know what to say.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.

He took a step closer to her, and the man was almost attached to her. He bent over, his jaw closer, their breaths intertwined.

"What did Xiao Jiang eat just now?"

When he spoke, Wenwen was still weak, and he was still smiling bitterly, but from his deep eyes, Jiang Chacha felt that there seemed to be a lot of suppression under his calm appearance.

It's just too close.

He's so weird today.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help but subconsciously lean back, pulling away a little distance, hearing his words, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes blinked, and then replied obediently: "I just ate a piece of candy on the road." ”

She replied obediently.

"Strawberry-flavored."

He came closer.

The emotions in his eyes were still churning.

Suppressed to the extreme, it seems to be in a dead end, and you can only be forced to find an outlet where you can vent. This feeling is like looking for a short-term pleasure that can numb oneself in extreme pain, looking for a new life.

So, at the moment when his reason collapsed in pain, he pinched her chin, and his lips pressed up ungently.