Running a few laps of the playground is really decompressing, but the price is that your legs are sore and swollen after running.

Seeing that Si Zichen had carried her on his back for so long, Jiang Chacha grabbed a strand of his hair and looked at it in his hand, and the golden streamer shone in the night.

She has been in a bad mood lately, a little overeating, and she has been spending revenge for a while, all of which are good and cheap snacks for other people's groups.

She asked weakly, "Am I really not heavy?" ”

Si Zichen's depressed mood seemed to have only existed in this world for a few seconds, and he raised his head again, with a warm healing smile on his face, "How can Miss Cream be fat?" ”

"......" Jiang Chacha said speechlessly: "Can't you stop mentioning this stubble?" ”

It's really a shame to be called out, okay......

Si Zichen smiled and didn't speak.

He likes to call her Miss Cream.

Because Miss Cream is a secret that only he and she know, and it is his exclusive name for her.

Not long after walking at night, Jiang Chacha found that Si Zichen gradually stopped, stood in place, and stopped walking.

Sensing that the atmosphere here was a little strange, Jiang Cha Cha seemed to realize something, and looked up on his back.

I saw the figure of a man standing at the school gate, he was against the light, his long legs against the sky were pulled out of a long shadow, he leaned against the wall, his chin was slightly raised, the whole side face was cut into sharp lines by the light, the bridge of his nose was very high, and his lips were thin, which made him particularly affectionate.

It seemed that he had discovered the two of them, Wen Huaizhi's ascetic face turned towards them, there was a bit of tenderness in his eyes, but it was more of a piercing coldness, he only glanced at Si Zichen lightly, and more eyes fell on Jiang Chacha's body.

And he stood there, not speaking, with a cold face.

I don't know what I'm angry about.

Jiang Chacha glanced at him silently.

Si Zichen's bright smile tightened a few more points, and his non-aggressive eyes suddenly became wolf-like, he twisted his eyebrows and stared at Wen Huaizhi hostilely.

"I'm not tired anymore, let me down." Jiang Chacha said softly to Si Zichen.

Si Zichen pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, then reluctantly put her down.

His expression was like a puppy's beloved toy being snatched away.

So he was even more unhappy when he saw Huaizhi, and glared at him openly, full of provocation.

Jiang Chacha got down from Si Zichen's back, straightened up his crumpled clothes, and then pretended not to see Wen Huaizhi, turned his head and smiled at him, "Let's go." ”

Hearing her words, Si Zichen's eyes lit up again, and he followed Jiang Chacha with his footsteps.

When he passed by Wen Huaizhi's side, he also made a triumphant face at Wen Huaizhi.

Wen Huaizhi did not flirt during the whole process.

But when Jiang Chacha passed by him without looking back, his fingers hanging in the air were silently retracted, and then clenched.

He didn't know what was going on.

I don't know how many days it has been, but she hasn't come to the student union.

He worked from school until evening, the setting sun illuminated the office orange, Wen Huaizhi slowly stopped his pen in this orange sun, he glanced at the seat opposite.

On the seat sat a girl looking at the plan, bald and biting the tip of a pen, her slender fingers supporting her forehead, her curls sliding down her arms in the light.

Sensing his gaze, she raised her head, and when she looked at him, there was a hint of annoyance in her eyes, but she had to smile and reluctantly call him president.

He turned his eyes sideways, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly where she couldn't see, and the time he turned back turned into an arrogant and indifferent expression, and he hummed unhurriedly.

But in the next second, the vivid girl in front of him gradually faded out of his field of vision, and when he opened his eyes again, only the empty cold chair remained.

On the black office chair, only a pale golden afterglow falls.

It was obviously warm, but he felt unusually cold.

Wen Huaizhi put down the pen, only to feel that his heart seemed to be missing a piece, no matter how he filled it, it couldn't be filled, it was hollow, such a gap made him extremely empty, like a house leaking, and the sound of the wind blowing in from the corner of the wall in the middle of the night made him unable to sleep all night.

Wen Huaizhi's handsome face gradually condensed with a layer of frost.

When did his feelings for Ginger Cha Cha change?

Was it when she had the audacity to deceive him into being his tutor?

Or on campus?

Even he didn't know.

He didn't know what this strange emotion represented.

No one taught him.

But he knew that this emotion had completely disrupted the rhythm of his life and deviated from his normal emotional direction.

He hated the feeling of losing control.

Wen Huaizhi's face sank, and he looked at the woman's desktop in silence.

He had to cut off this strange emotion that had just emerged with his own hands.

Even though the woman was absent for several days, it was as if the smell of her perfume was still in this empty office.

Hearing Huaizhi's eyebrows and gloomy eyes, he gradually stood up, and after a few minutes, when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing in front of the woman's table, holding the small decorative objects on her table.

Her desktop is very feminine, and everything on it has left her perfume smell, and it smells fragrant.

Wen Huaizhi stroked, his eyes gradually sank.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door and walked in.

When Zhang Sichi came in, he found that the president's hand seemed to be burned, and he put down the things in his hand in a slightly embarrassed way, and then looked at it sharply, "What's the matter." ”

Zhang Sichi was frightened by his eyes and tone.

She swallowed her saliva and raised the item in her hand, "I'll deliver the plan I just made." ”

Wen Huaizhi's restrained expression and smiled at her, "Okay, put it down." ”

Seeing his gentle face, Zhang Sichi's heart beat faster, and he wondered if what he had just seen was an illusion.

Wen Huaizhi calmly watched Minister Zhang leave, and when the door was closed again, he propped his hands on the table, his fingers were hard, and his finger bones were blue.

He didn't know what he was doing.

He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, a mocking smile on his handsome and elegant face.

It was so upset that I couldn't feel at ease, and it wasn't until I saw her in the library that the out-of-control mood calmed down a little.

He stood behind the bookshelf, peering silently at the girl not far away through the gap between the books.

She sat by the window, looking down and not knowing what she was learning, and she studied very seriously.

Wearing a student uniform and putting on light makeup, she looks very innocent, her slender legs are folded, and when she sits there reading a book, she doesn't need to be deliberate, and she has the temperament of a goddess in every move.

If that hadn't happened, the picky Wen Huaizhi would still have eaten her face.

However, no matter how clever he was, he would never have thought that she would carry him behind his back, and while being a tutor for him, she also approached other men and worked for them.

This gave him a hard slap in the face when he thought he was special in her heart.

The slap was extremely loud and piercing, and the blow made him sober up instantly.

She's amazing.

Wen Huaizhi stared at her for a while, and then snorted lightly.

But he didn't go away at that time, but looked for a corner that she couldn't find, and he looked at her, and from the sunset, he saw the night falling.

When it was completely dark, Wen Huaizhi glanced at her and left.

He wanted to leave directly in the car, but when he thought that she was going to walk alone at night so late, he got into the car and paused.

He turned his head and crossed the school gate, looking at the road, which was lit by street lamps but mostly darkened into the night.

He didn't know why, but he stayed.

As he waited, he wondered what the point of his waiting was.

Finally, he heard footsteps on the dark road.

She didn't know when she stayed with Si Zichen.

Watching her being carried by Si Zichen and slowly coming out of the darkness, he seemed to hear the clicking sound of his finger bones.

He was silent, looking at her wordlessly.

After he saw her come down, he glanced at him lightly, as if he didn't know him, turned around, said and smiled at Si Zichen, and then walked past him like no one else.

Seeing them smiling and walking away, when he was the only one left in this corner, Wen Huaizhi teased his eyes, smiled mockingly, and then stepped out of his legs and got into a car on the side of the road.

It was just that when he stepped in, his hand pressing the door suddenly tightened.

(End of chapter)