The warm light of the café floated over, lining Xie Zhao's soft face, a palm-sized little face was leaning up, delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly condensed, and the tails of her raised eyes were also flattened, and the resentment in her eyes fell on Jiang Huaiyu's eyes, more like coquettishness, no strength, soft.

"I'll send you."

Jiang Huaiyu's voice was light and fluttering, casual and leisurely, like a casual question, without sincerity.

Xie Zhao subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered that Jiang Huaiyu might come to Chen Hanhan's appointment, her heart tightened, pursed her lips, blinked her eyes, and pretended to be cautious and tentative: "Mr. Jiang, is it convenient?" ”

said that it was a temptation, but her eyes were extremely earnest, and her voice was like a weak and boneless little hand tugging at his sleeve, delicate and timid, making it difficult to refuse.

Jiang Huaiyu lowered his eyes, "Convenient." ”

Xie Zhao's heart throbbed slightly, he actually agreed, so what should Chen Hanhan do?

*

Chen Hanhan was thinking about what Xie Zhao said, and her assistant pointed to the direction Xie Zhao left downstairs and said, "Sister Hanhan, look, Xie Zhao got into that black Cayenne, and it feels like Jiang Shao's." ”

Chen Hanhan skimmed it over, withdrew it again, and said nonchalantly: "Cayenne is just that, doesn't Shen Yizhou have it too, don't make a fuss." ”

The assistant looked at the backs of the two, and still had doubts in his heart, although he didn't see the man's face clearly, but he didn't look like Shen Yizhou's, he was obviously more handsome and tall than Shen Yizhou, but Chen Hanhan said so, and she didn't continue.

*

Xie Zhao subconsciously wanted to open the co-pilot's door, but was stopped by Jiang Huaiyu, he slammed the back door, and his voice was cold: "Sit in the back." ”

Xie Zhao stopped his steps, lowered his head, and sat down obediently in the back.

Her eyes were gloomy, and she muttered in her heart: With Chen Hanhan, you won't let her be the co-pilot?

She didn't look at Jiang Huaiyu angrily, but she swept him.

The rain also wet his trouser legs, and his calves were straight, handsome, and very eye-catching.

Xie Zhao silently retracted his afterglow and tilted his head.

Why didn't he move? Don't go driving?

Xie Zhao was puzzled, and he heard a man's cold voice above his head: "Xie Zhao, sit inside." ”

Xie Zhao was stunned, and looked at him a little stunned, who was driving in this place, and she glanced at the direction of the main driver.

There are actually people!

Xie Zhao reacted, smiled awkwardly, and quickly moved his body inside, giving way to Jiang Huaiyu.

It turns out that he has a driver.

Why didn't you see him use it before?

She was suspicious of this kung fu, Jiang Huaiyu handed her a white towel, Xie Zhao subconsciously thought that he wanted her to wipe the water on her body, but she didn't get drenched in the rain, Xie Zhao refused: "No need." ”

Jiang Huaiyu didn't immediately withdraw his hand, his eyebrows tightened slightly, and he threw the towel over directly, and said coldly, "Wipe it for me." ”

The soft fluff on the towel rubbed against Xie Zhao's palm, rolled up an itch, and his fingertips shrunk.

Xie Zhao looked at the towel scattered on his legs a little inexplicably, didn't he have long hands, let her come?

Although he was dissatisfied, he obediently picked up the towel and poked it out.

There was a warm light in the car, which leaked on Jiang Huaiyu's body, and there were indeed a lot of watermarks on his clothes, especially on the shoulders on the side, which were wet.

Xie Zhao gently pinched the towel and dropped it, her eyebrows twisted, she felt strange, Fang Cai didn't have an umbrella, why did he get wet so much?

Xie Zhao remembered that she was not damp all over her body, and her heart suddenly clenched, she raised her trembling eyes and looked at him lightly, and she was flattered by the thoughts that came out of her heart.

Jiang Huaiyu wouldn't have been watered because he tilted the umbrella in her favor?

Xie Zhao pursed her lips, wiping it more lightly, and accidentally, the towel overflowed from her palm and fell, and her soft little hand touched the man's warm skin, gradually becoming hot.

Jiang Huaiyu noticed it, his eyes lowered and turned over, and his voice was soft: "Just so impatient?" ”