"..."
Yun Xia didn't expect the little bamboo horse to be so delicate. A boy, why is it cold when it rains
Especially this boy is still indifferent, usually so cold.
She hugged her schoolbag: "Why is it cold, you go on your own, don't ask someone to hug you at every turn."
Hearing this, Jiang Heng glanced at her slowly.
He didn't refute anything.
The two arrived home.
Yun Xia got out from under his umbrella, turned around, only to find that half of the boy's snow-white clothes were wet.
His clothes were originally snow white, half of them were wet, and stuck to his body, the beautiful lines of his abdomen were faintly visible.
Yun Xia frowned: "Go home quickly and change your clothes."
The young man looked down at himself, with a flat expression, and slightly nodded, "I'll take the umbrella first, and I'll return it to you tomorrow."
Yun Xia stood in front of her house, watching the slender figure of the bamboo horse leave, she was stunned for a while, and was about to turn around and enter the door.
But suddenly she heard someone calling her in the rain, and her tone was a little surprised: "Yun Xia!"
The girl turned around and saw Zhou Heng unexpectedly.
…
Jiang Heng returned home holding an umbrella.
Father Jiang was in the living room, wearing elegant glasses, reading a book.
Seeing his son coming back, he raised his head, squinted his eyes, and with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he glanced slowly at the light blue umbrella.
It is obviously a style that girls will use.
Jiang's father spent a lot of time watching the boy put away the umbrella and fold the corners neatly.
He asked gently: "With Xia Xia?"
Jiang Heng was expressionless, drooping his eyelashes, and hummed lazily.
Father Jiang became interested, sat up slightly from the sofa, and asked, "Are you interested in Xia Xia?"
It is also strange.
Xia Xia has been with their neighbors for so many years, and she has never seen her son interested before.
Jiang Heng casually raised his eyes, his cold eyes didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he opened his lips and said coldly: "Why, support puppy love?"
Father Jiang choked on these words.
He took off his glasses and smiled gently, "I don't support puppy love, but puberty, normal affection, and it won't interfere with you, you know it yourself."
With thick eyelashes hanging down, Jiang Heng's slender fingers moved slowly, folded all the corners of the umbrella neatly, and then said in a flat tone: "I have."
Father Jiang smiled with great interest.
He doesn't pay much attention to the gossip of ordinary people.
But this is his own child, and with Jiang Heng's indifferent personality, he has never been special to any girl.
So it was a little different suddenly, Father Jiang really wanted to ask him what he thought.
Seeing the slender figure stepping upstairs, Father Jiang asked with a smile: "Then what kind of affection do you have for Xia Xia? Do you want to have a puppy love with him, or don't you want to?"
This is a blatant temptation.
Jiang Heng stopped in his tracks.
Holding the railing with his white fingers, he put his other hand in his pocket, caressing the little sugar bowl carelessly.
After a pause for a few seconds, he said flatly, "Don't worry, I don't fall in love early."
After speaking, he walked upstairs indifferently.
Back in his room, Jiang Heng walked to the desk, took out the small sugar bowl from his pocket, and placed it loosely on the desk.
He stared at it for a few seconds.
There are several other small sugar bowls on the table, the packaging is high-end and exquisite, and it looks different from the one sold in the school.
But he didn't touch the school, just lowered his eyes, opened a can of his own indifferently, took out a candy and ate it.
The sweet fragrance melts between the thin lips.
Jiang Heng looked calm, his eyes glanced out of the window inadvertently.
But in the next second, he suddenly stopped.
(end of this chapter)