Yun Xia raised her eyes slightly.
The girl looked at the other party with clear eyes as round as a young deer and asked, "Me too?"
The slender boy had already walked to the cabinet, took out the pillow and quilt, and glanced at her.
The attitude of drooping eyes was cold, and he hummed.
"I called your home and said you slept here."
He raised his beautiful and cold eyes and looked at the girl calmly.
The snow-white and slender figure looked rigorous and indifferent, with no waves on his expression.
Still looking like a standard good student, he nodded politely and said, "You had a fight with your parents, so you probably don't want to go back for now."
Yun Xia was slightly taken aback.
That's right, she really doesn't want to go back, the house is cold and unpopular, and Mica doesn't know how to take care of others, she only teaches lessons.
She, the Great Demon King, couldn't stand that grievance.
Yun Xia blinked her beautiful eyes, lowered her head slightly, and stopped talking.
The young man has always had a cold demeanor, just like when Yun Xia first met him. He patted his snow-white sleeves casually with his long and slender fingers. , I'll go to the sofa."
Hearing this, Yun Xia glanced at him.
Standing in front of Jiang Heng, even the pajamas were buttoned up to the top button seriously, but the pajamas are looser, revealing a little bit of beautiful lines, and his skin is fair.
Yun Xia couldn't understand the habit of this veteran cadre.
I don't know how boring his usual life is. Even his pajamas are dressed in a strict and steady manner. There are huge books on the bedside. Obviously, this guy can read books before going to bed, and they are the kind of advanced English monographs.
No wonder being a good student in what others call a good student is really cold and self-disciplined.
The bedroom of the villa is very large, with its own small living room, and the sofa is also very spacious, so it is no problem to sleep alone.
However, Jiang Heng was tall and slender, Yun Xia glanced at the sofa and felt that for him, the boy's long legs might be a bit wronged.
She sat by the bed and watched Jiang Heng take the thin quilt and pillow by himself, and calmly walked to the sofa. He is good-looking, and everything he does is pleasing to the eye.
Yun Xia was a little strange, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to sleep in your bed? You thought I was noisy not long ago."
She really can't understand the way of heaven.
In fact, the original owner and Jiang Heng were childhood sweethearts. It stands to reason that Jiang Heng should have treated the original owner better.
But for so many years, Jiang Heng did not show any consideration for the original owner.
Tonight, I boiled milk for her. Although it was not a big deal, it was the first time in history. It made people feel the gentleness of a cold and kind student.
Jiang Heng pulled back the thin quilt, slowly, and lowered his long eyelashes, "I don't think you're noisy."
Yun Xia snorted coldly and climbed directly onto the spacious and flat bed of the bamboo horse, wrinkled the sheets comfortably, and hugged the quilt to get ready to sleep.
Jiang Heng turned off the lights.
The room was plunged into darkness, and the corners were illuminated by faint neon lights outside the window.
The tall young man stood quietly not far away, his white fingers resting on the light switch, and he looked at his bed with indifferent eyes.
There is a small figure on the dough.
The good student narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a careless and evil intention. His original cool beauty seemed to have an amazing and sharp sense of oppression, and he said lazily, "Why are you arguing with your parents?"
The person on the bed murmured: "My mother compares me to you, it's so annoying."
Jiang Heng returned to the sofa unhurriedly, with his long legs resting lazily on the coffee table, casually playing with a silver lighter between his slender fingers, hearing this, his thin lips curled slightly.
(end of this chapter)