The cold and light fragrance came closer.
A slender arm stood in front of her, with white sleeves and distinct knuckles.
In the dim light of the car, the light and shadow are long.
With his other hand resting on the back of the girl's chair, Yun Xia saw those eyes up close. The eyelashes were so long and thick that they were unbelievably thick, and the pupils were dark and cold.
Father Jiang casually glanced at the rearview mirror.
Immediately there was a surprise.
From his point of view, Jiang Heng was leaning against the back of the chair with one hand, and laying the other in front of the girl. The slender figure of the young man leaned slightly, and that gesture clearly engulfed the petite girl in his arms.
Father Jiang was so scared that he immediately asked, "Jiang Heng, what are you doing!"
The boy gave a beautiful hand.
He looked sideways with no expression on his face, and looked at his father coldly, his eyes dim.
The white fingertips lightly dropped and rested on the handle of the car door, and a few indifferent words poured out from thin lips, "Help her open the door."
After the lazy voice fell, he lowered his eyes, opened the car door indifferently, and withdrew his hand.
Father Jiang: "..."
Knowing that he had misunderstood, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and smiled dryly, "Well... well done."
He thought that his son, who had always been indifferent, would suddenly take advantage of the little girl... He didn't expect it to be just a gentleman.
What a shock.
Yun Xia didn't understand, she looked at the embarrassed Father Jiang suspiciously, opened the door and got out of the car.
Into the living room.
Jiang's father took the glass of water, handed it to the girl gently, and said to Jiang Heng: "Heng, if you are sleepy, go to bed first, I still have some documents to deal with, stay with Xia Xia for a while."
Jiang Heng didn't speak.
He loosened his neckline, took off the strict black collar pin, and then looked back to see Yun Xia holding a water glass.
With a flat expression and narrowed eyes, he raised his slender fingers, took the glass of water from her hand, and placed it loosely on the table.
The young man's voice was low and cold, and he casually ordered the servant: "Cook a glass of milk."
Father Jiang couldn't help being slightly stunned again, and his expression gradually became weird.
After Jiang Heng took the cup away, with long eyelashes drooping, he casually put the black tie pin in the girl's palm, and said in a low and loose voice, "Help me hold it."
His collar pin design is particularly beautiful, the black texture is hard, and it looks expensive.
Yun Xia held it in his hand and looked at it curiously, but didn't notice Father Jiang's weird eyes.
She only heard Jiang's father cough a few times, and asked her son in a gentle voice: "Ah Heng... so are you still going upstairs to sleep now?"
I don't know why that tone, it seems a bit teasing.
Jiang Heng glanced at his father slowly, lowered his eyelashes, and looked at the girl who was studying her tie pin.
With a calm and indifferent expression, he said flatly, "Don't you have documents to read? Do your own work. I'll take them upstairs."
Yun Xia raised her head and looked at the two of them in confusion.
Jiang's father smiled, and said softly: "Okay, you are the same age, you should entertain. Xia Xia, you and Jiang Heng go upstairs, the milk is boiled and brought to you, I will call mother for you later, Let her not worry."
"No need," Jiang Heng said, looking at his father expressionlessly, "I'll fight."
The curvature of Jiang's father's mouth could not help but become more obvious, and he nodded gently: "Okay."
Yun Xia followed people upstairs, Jiang Heng pushed open the door of her bedroom, and a slender figure stood by the door, looking at her coldly.
The girl walked past him, entered the room, and looked up.
The boy slowly closed the door.
(end of this chapter)