What's what??

Ginger Cha Cha was shocked.

She wondered, how could he say such a thing with a noble and cold face?

She was thinking, worthy of the identity of the future is the domineering president, and the quotations of the boss can come as soon as she opens her mouth, and she doesn't need to teach her.

Her head is like an old antique computer from the last century, and when she buys it, it dies.

After Bian Jichen finished speaking, he slowly got up, and as soon as he left, the pressure that made her so nervous just now that her heart was about to jump out instantly eased a lot.

As soon as she got stuck, Jiang Chacha almost forgot what the purpose of her coming here was in the first place.

What does it mean not to like this answer?

Jiang Chacha pondered for a while, then asked, "What kind of answer do you want to hear?" ”

Bian Jichen turned sideways and looked over.

The look on her face was as if you were saying that you would just ask a standard and she would be sure to answer to his satisfaction.

Jiang Chacha felt that she had laughed enough, and the greeters in the restaurant might not have smiled as brightly as her.

She was literally smiling stiffly.

But Bian Jichen looked at her for a while, and then silently moved his face away.

He didn't speak there.

It's so cold.

Jiang Chacha scratched her head, she didn't have a head or tail when she spoke, as if she thought of something, she would say anything.

She asked coldly, "What are you angry about?" ”

What are you angry about these days?

Wasn't it okay that night?

After listening, Bian Jichen's figure paused, and he looked at it casually again.

He stared at it for a long time.

In the past ten seconds, Jiang Chacha felt that it was longer than her whole life.

"You think slowly."

He gave her one last look, put the sentence aside, and left.

When he left, Jiang Chacha felt that the others were angry, because from the side of his face, he had almost no expression on his face, and his jawline was also very straight.

He doesn't like to show emotions, whether he is happy or sad, he has a faint expression on his face, and rarely has a completely cold face like this.

Jiang Chacha was wondering what she had done wrong.

On the other hand, she felt that Bian Jichen seemed to be a lot more alive, at least he would be angry, he would have a cold face when he was unhappy, and he would also have times when he was angry and playful.

Instead of being lukewarm to everything, as before, adopting a state of indifferent bystander, as if he were detached from this earthly world.

However, what is Bian Jichen angry about!

After she left, Jiang Cha Cha was left alone and rubbing her hair irritably.

At the same time, two figures stood in the other doorway.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two of them long, long.

Standing at the back was a man in sunglasses in a formal black suit.

"Young Master......"

And in front of him, there stood a noble young man with a gorgeous face that many girls were ashamed of.

His skin was overexposed.

He seems to have been hiding from the sun all year round, like a vampire, only his lips are the normal color of blood.

He is like an extravagant painting hanging on a retro wall.

It's a pity that such a good-looking person has a black heart.

His heart was filled with ink.

The bodyguard looked at him, his heart was about to beat to his throat, young master... Are you alright......"

Half an hour ago.

Cheng Ma, who was drinking traditional Chinese medicine, suddenly said that he didn't want to drink it when he was halfway through it.

Their young master is like this, even his temper is inexplicably weird, and sometimes he feels that he is too delicate and a little too difficult to serve.

Every time they take medicine, they have to worry for a long time.

The classroom, which was originally used for reading, was now stained with a thick smell of bitter Chinese medicine, but his classmates had long been accustomed to it.

They don't feel anything, and Cheng Maki doesn't feel that his drinking of medicine will affect other people.

He is self-oriented.

Many artists are self-conscious, but Cheng seems to be more serious.

He seems to be holding his mind forever.

If you say your opinion, he will turn his head faintly and comment-

"Garbage."

You will be angry because the teenager in front of you is a disrespectful person.

But the contemptuous look in his eyes when he looks at you is incomparably cold and beautiful on that face.

You also have the feeling that it doesn't seem like a bad thing to be scolded by such a young man who is as beautiful as a demon vampire.

Gradually, you will feel that it is your honor to be scolded by him.

And this time, after he had taken the medicine, a deep disgust appeared on his porcelain-like face, and he put down the bowl, propped his chin, and looked out the window.

After a long time, he suddenly muttered.

- Their young master offered to eat sugar for the first time.

The reason why they all felt shocked was that since the eldest young master of their family lost his mother at a young age, he had been extremely disgusted with sweet things like candy.

And today, for the first time, he asked for candy.

The bodyguard's eyes widened, and he wondered why.

And Cheng Maki held his cheeks and looked at the table with bored eyes.

He said, "Medicine is bitter, and you have to eat sugar." ”

His tone was more like persuading himself to let go of something.

So Cheng Maki entered a supermarket outside the school for the first time, and for the first time in his life, he appeared in front of a dazzling array of candies.

He stiffened.

In fact, he had long forgotten what candy the little girl in the hospital gave him more than ten years ago.

What the taste, he also forgot.

All he remembered was that the sugar seemed to melt away his bitter tongue, leaving only a sweet liquid that flowed down his throat, as if it was going to melt his bitter heart with it.

As long as it's sugar, it's sweet.

He picked a few random items and bought a little each.

As he walked out the door, he tore open the plastic wrapper and threw one into his mouth without expression.

Then like a patient lying on a hospital bed, chewing his food with difficulty, he tasted it with the same expressionless face.

For him, it didn't seem like eating, it was more like getting a feeling.

He stood on the side of the road, and his indistinguishable face amazed everyone who passed by, just as the beauty of a princess was described in a fairy tale.

But he's not a princess, he's a down-and-out prince whose life has become deformed.

He writes his own dark fairy tale with his own hands.

In his fairy tale, the poor prince turned into a demon.

His heart turned into a terrible beast.

He looked at the sky as gloomy, and man as sinister, and even he himself became not a man.

Little by little, his tongue melted the hard candy.

It's sweet.

But I can't find the feeling of being a child.

Cheng looked at the billboard above the bus stop opposite.

It shows a picture of him kissing an angel girl on the stage of the concert hall.

With sugar in his mouth, he watched with his hands in his trouser pockets.

At this time, a primary school student passing by was suddenly shocked to find that he looked exactly like the male protagonist on the opposite billboard, but he was not sure if they were the same person, he rubbed his eyes and hesitated.

The bodyguard stepped forward at this time and said, "Young master, there is a flower shop next to ......"

Cheng Maki turned his head.

There is indeed a flower shop next to the supermarket. The flowers inside are fresh, and the lights are bright during the day, making it look like another warm world.

"Would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers for Miss Jiang?"

Even if their former eldest brother Xiao Jiang turned into a famous daughter one day, they can't digest such a amount of information until now.

But even so, he knew that whether it was Xiao Jiang when he was a bodyguard, or Jiang Chacha, the eldest lady, the young master treated them differently.

Cheng Ma's fangs crushed the hard candy in his mouth, and he turned his face, "Why should I buy flowers from her?" ”

The bodyguard's eyelids jumped.

He clearly saw that his young master was finishing this sentence, and his eyes kept glancing at the flower shop.

So the bodyguard smiled, "Of course, it's a reward for Miss Jiang, and reward her for working so diligently for the young master." ”

Cheng Maki awkwardly let go of his eyebrows, his eyes turned again, and he reluctantly said, "Okay then." ”

There are very few flowers to choose from in the autumn florist.

In the end, Cheng Maki chose a bunch of bellflowers.

On the way back to school by car, the bodyguard found that the usually delicate young master seemed to have become a lot more restrained.

He actually asked for a mirror for the first time and looked there.

knows that he is outstanding, but usually Cheng Maki is a narcissistic person who rarely looks in the mirror.

And today, he actually looked in the mirror many times, and when he was found fiddling with his hairstyle, his movements stiffened, and then he turned his face arrogantly.

Stretching out his hand, piu~ threw the mirror far away.

Bodyguard:......

As if to hide his heart, the white bellflower was thrown aside by him and did not touch it.

He cupped his cheeks and looked out the window again, and something fresh finally appeared in his eyes that usually seemed to be through frosted glass.

His expression was sad, but there was a lovely embarrassment in his eyes, but he was trying hard to erase his emotions of sneaking away, but he didn't know how he couldn't erase it, because the roots of his ears under his black hair were silently red.

When he spoke, he deliberately turned his face away.

"That doesn't make her think I like her, does it?"

The bodyguard used a lot of words to comfort him, which made his mood gradually calm down.

But when he entered the school and arrived downstairs in the student union office building, Cheng Ma's delicate face was irritable and depressed.

"Doesn't she really think I like her?"

The bodyguard assured again: "No, young master." ”

He climbed the stairs.

His hairstyle was tidied up, the buttons on the collar were also tied intact, and the first time he sent flowers in his life was to give Jiang Chacha, Cheng Ma's eyebrows were a little angry.

But when he stood in the doorway, the anger was gone.

He didn't know why, but his heart quieted down.

The bellflower in his arms is beautiful and generous, and the white petals silently exude a fragrance in the cold autumn.

His heart was beating so fast that he was about to walk in when his figure froze.

He saw a man and a woman under the window.

At first, the two men in front of the window were standing facing each other.

Soon, however, the man stooped down to the maiden, and put his hands at her sides, as if to encircle her in his arms.

The bodyguard swallowed.

"Young Master......"

Do you still give this flower......

Cheng Wei looked indifferently, and the flowers in his hand were crumpled into pieces by him.

In the next second, he threw the pure white bellflower out.

"Throw it away."

At the same time, Wen Huaizhi in the office has always stared at the monitoring screen silently, from when Bian Jichen was alone, he saw the two meet, and then saw Bian Jichen leave.

Finally, he saw the scene of Jiang Cha Cha sitting alone on a chair.

Finally, he turned off the computer screen.

There was a faint smell of smoke floating in the air.

(End of chapter)