"It's just ......"

Cheng Wei frowned incomprehensibly.

"How do you get fat in this place?"

It's kind of weird.

However, her pillow still feels very good.

His jaw rubbed her hair slightly, and then squinted like a kitten, and the anger on his face faded a lot.

"......" Jiang Chacha was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to let go of a fart.

Because she was in a hurry to learn the news that he had been kidnapped, she had to change her clothes again, and she was worried about his safety and wanted to run out immediately.

So much so that ...... She forgot about her corset.

Only underwear was worn.

But fortunately, the suit is wide, and the appearance is not visible.

Jiang Cha Cha just subconsciously stepped back and stepped back.

But his big hand pressed on her waist and pressed her back.

She was buried in his arms again, and her hands could not be put down, and they hung in the air like wings.

This time, however, his hand was no longer on her chest, but on her waist.

Because of the safe zone, Jiang Cha Cha did not resist again.

Still, she was stiff.

Cheng Maki saw that the pillow was back in his arms, and rubbed her hair with his chin again, vaguely smelling the fragrance on her body, he snorted lightly, and his cat eyes were comfortably raised.

Jiang Cha Cha's head was forced against his chest.

Her eyes were wide open, and in the darkness they were as bright as diamonds.

His shirt was as white as blood, but the collar was stained with the bright red blood of others, like a sacred work of art that had been tarnished, like an angel with broken wings, showing a tragic beauty.

He seemed to have been weathered and needed to be comforted in her arms, and he had deep dark circles under his eyes, and his lips were pale, and the light here was dim, and he himself was white, which made him look bloodless at this moment.

Like a sickly and weak little pretty.

Jiang Chacha's heart softened, and his purpose was very simple, he just wanted to borrow her to lean on.

So she let him hug him for a while.

Eventually, a group of his bodyguards arrived, and the police car arrived.

Later, Jiang Chacha learned that he was hijacked halfway when he went to the toilet, and the bodyguards were still guarding him when he couldn't follow him to the toilet.

It's really a bizarre kidnapping method......

Jiang Chacha glanced at him sympathetically.

I hope he doesn't have any shadows left in his heart......

As usual, Cheng was taken to the police station to make a record.

It's the same process every time, and the ginger tea is about to vomit.

But what was different this time was that he stayed at the police station a little longer than usual today.

However, Jiang Chacha didn't care.

By the time he came out of it, Jiang Cha Cha was relieved.

Then she wanted to just slip away.

"Xiao Jiang." He stopped her with a smile behind him.

When Jiang Chacha turned around, he had just walked out of that door. For some reason, he wears a bloodstained white shirt, short black hair, and dark eyes, which makes her feel like he is the kind of well-behaved student who is obviously the most taciturn but guilty in suspense.

I don't know if it's because of the blood stains on his clothes, or if he is against the light in the corridor, which makes her feel that his lips are a little dark red in the dark, a weak beauty.

"Where are you going?" He coughed lightly and looked at her quietly.

「…… Get off work."

She felt the need to justify herself, so she whispered, "Master, today is actually my working day......

She had given up her time to protect him.

So it's not called getting off work, but it's good for her to leave when she grows up brightly!!

Cheng Ma's eyes glanced at him misty.

He seems to be more than a girl

He is good at using his overly delicate faces, and his appearance is indistinguishable from that of a beauty that all human races would agree on.

He knows how to use his appearance to his advantage.

At this time, he coughed a few times sickly, frowned slightly, and when he glanced at it, he had already won more than half of it.

He coughed again.

This time he looked at her fragilely.

He is like a beautiful and miserable young man standing alone on the long street when it snows.

The author will favor him, and give him tedious and over-decorated polishing and processing, but he is also cruelly arranged for him to be doomed.

There is a kind of literary beauty in him.

His face was pale, the color of the thin snow on the branches of twilight.

Every time he coughed, every time he frowned, he would hold her heart tightly.

"I'm sorry Xiao Jiang, I shouldn't have disturbed Xiao Jiang to rest."

Ginger Tea Tea:!!

She was hit by an arrow in the knee.

"If Xiao Jiang doesn't come, it's okay if I'm there alone."

After he finished speaking, he smiled weakly at her.

"Xiao Jiang worked several jobs, and finally had one day off, but it was my bad that disturbed Xiao Jiang's rest."

Ginger Tea Tea: !!!

Every word he uttered, her conscience was severely condemned.

Jiang Chacha only had one sentence in her heart: I should die.

The dark circles under his eyes became very blue, the corners of his eyes were red, and he looked tired, and he looked excessively frightened.

And she actually made Xiaomei blame herself, obviously he was so frightened and weak, and let him comfort her with a smile!

Is she still human!

She's damned!!

Her eyes widened, "Nothing!!"

"As long as the young master needs me, I will be by the young master's side on time! And there will never be a word of complaint!!"

Cheng Mao lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "Really......

"I'm hungry, that little river... Can you come with me to dinner?"

"......" She has other work to do tomorrow.

Just started to refuse, but she was ruthlessly strangled by her, and the fetus was stillborn!

So she went to have dinner with him.

While waiting for the meal, she noticed that he picked up his phone from time to time to look at it, and every time he just glanced at it, he put it down.

Having been around him for so long, she knew that he wasn't a person who liked to look at his phone a lot. He has little internet addiction.

He obviously has a lot of fans, but he doesn't have a single social account on the Internet.

He never seemed to care about this fame.

In addition to the piano performance when he usually goes out, he spends himself in the piano room every day and practices hard. He was like a madman, a romantic madman.

That's why his skin is sickly white that doesn't see the light of day all year round.

He glanced at the message in WeChat again, put down his phone, and didn't reply a word.

He looked at his hands again.

No one cares for his hands more than he does.

The nails are cleanly trimmed, the fingers are free of dirt, and the hands are as smooth as a piece of jade.

His hand is only used to play the piano, turn music scores, and write, and never touch other rough and sharp objects, lest he leave a trace on his hand.

This hand is too important to him.

But he never thought of it.

He would have picked up the brick on impulse today, letting its rough surface grind against his delicate and smooth skin.

even let it get a little dirty blood from others.

Cheng Hao's eyebrows were angry, and he stared at the hands in front of him coyly.

Until now, I can feel the warmth of the blood splashed on my hands.

His eyes were sinister, and he took out a clean handkerchief and wiped it over and over again.

He was extremely obsessed with the action.

He was always obsessed with wiping his hands frantically with things.

Like his mother committing suicide with a fruit knife in front of him, he used his favorite children's school bag over and over again to numbly wipe the blood sprayed on the floor like a machine.

For the rest of his life, as if cursed, he continued to repeat this numbing action.

It was as if only by wiping his hands like this, preferring to rub the skin off, could he feel a sense of security.

His eyes were sickly fixed on his hands.

"Young Master."

It wasn't until the young man in front of him grabbed his right hand and stopped him from making this movement that he was able to get out of the painful memories of his ten-year-old.

The world-weary anger in his eyebrows and eyes did not dissipate, and his voice was dry, impatient and slightly hoarse.

「…… What's wrong?"

The young man in front of him wearing sunglasses glanced at him, wrapped his index finger with her two warm fingers, and then wrapped the disinfectant tissue that had been opened around his right hand.

"Young Master, you can't wipe it clean like that."

Disinfectant wipes are moist and slightly cool.

She used this disinfectant tissue to gently wipe his fingertips, joints, and even the corners of his fingers.

It's warm and slightly cool.

She took the trouble to wipe his fingers, and knowing his concerns, she wiped his hands several times with several single-piece disinfectant wipes.

Finally she smiled, her voice distinctly soothing, as if to lull him to sleep, "It's clean."

It was as if she was saying, don't think about that anymore.

Cheng Ma's long black eyelashes drooped, and he glanced thoughtfully at his hands.

He turned his eyes away and hummed without being salty.

This is a fine dining restaurant in the heart of the city.

It is along a famous river, and a famous prosperous and well-known business district is formed along the riverside.

Their current location is near the window.

It was a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the curtains were a noble dark purple, which had a very night atmosphere.

From here, you can see the entire city at night.

A single red rose is inserted in a glass vase on the table.

Jiang Cha Cha fell silent.

She didn't know why Cheng Hao came with a male bodyguard...... Dinner together at such an atmospheric restaurant?

She looked like a bodyguard, and she was eating with professional sunglasses, which attracted many people around her.

She propped her chin in her hands.

But she wasn't embarrassed.

After the food was served, he didn't want to speak, and she kept quiet, trying to be invisible and shrink her presence.

I ate authentic western food.

It didn't take long to eat.

found that *** was a little strange, she didn't care about it at first, but gradually, she noticed that there was a wet patch under her pants.

She clenched her knife and fork in an instant.

She had always known that she was unlucky, but she would never have imagined that she would be so unlucky!

At such a time, come to the great aunt......

Now, there's more than the previous ones.

In a short period of time, her suit pants were already wet.

Ginger Cha Cha was about to bite her lips.

She was afraid of soiling the chair underneath her ass......

And the worst thing is-

The tables and chairs in this restaurant are all pure white......

Seeing that she suddenly didn't eat a bite.

Cheng Maki in front of him slowly put down his knife and fork.

He supported his cheeks at this time, and such casual and relaxed movements did not reduce his elegant temperament in the slightest.

He lifted his eyelashes and looked at her.

His eyes were like glass beads covered with a little gray.

"What's wrong?"