"Jiang Xingzhou, where are we going now?" After coming out of the park, Song Ci was pulled away by Jiang Xingzhou. Seeing that the destination did not look like the direction of home, she couldn't help but ask curiously.
Jiang Xingzhou squeezed her hand and signaled her to relax, at least he would not sell the Song Dynasty porcelain.
He said, "Let me take you to the park over there and take another walk."
"But didn't we just walk around?"
"Walk around again to get familiar with it. Next time, come here to take a walk to digest your food."
Song Ci blinked and suddenly felt that Jiang Xingzhou looked a little cute.
Is this unhappy
I thought he was so capable just now that he wouldn't be bothered by such things, but I didn't expect him to be sulking.
So cute.
But it was so cool to see that nosy old lady's face turn green just now because of my nonsense.
She held Jiang Xingzhou's hand and gently hooked her fingertips on his wrist: "Okay."
The new park seemed to be a paradise for children, with many recreational facilities. It was only nine o'clock and there were already many children giggling on various projects. Of course, there were also some crying and making trouble.
Although it was a bit noisy, it was obviously the home ground of young people. Overall, it was not bad.
Jiang Xingzhou planned to take Song Ci for a spin first to get familiar with him.
After taking only two steps, he felt his hand being pulled. When he turned around, he saw Song Ci stopped in front of a stall surrounded by a group of children and couldn't move.
Selling balloons.
Just make balloons into various shapes, such as dinosaurs, piglets, sharks, etc.
Very attractive to children.
Jiang Xingzhou's eyes were almost glued to Song Ci, and he suddenly thought she was so cute, like a little child.
He couldn't help but pinch Song Ci's cute little nose with his free hand, and changed his tone to coax a child: "Little Song Ci, how old are you?"
Song Ci's ears turned red: "I..."
She stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Jiang Xingzhou's ear, and whispered, "86."
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Is Song Ci making fun of him
He raised his hand and placed it on Song Ci's head, rubbing it viciously: "You've learned bad habits."
Song Ci smiled and dodged.
After laughing for a while, a few children left, and Jiang Xingzhou asked, "Which one do you want?"
Song Ci shook her head: "I don't want it, look at that."
She pointed at one of the balloons that was shaped like a little yellow dog and said, "That dog with Wangcai written on it is so magical. The main character in my novel also has a puppy named Wangcai.
This feeling is so strange, like breaking through a dimensional wall."
Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help laughing, but couldn't bear to break Song Ci's beautiful fantasy.
The main thing is that the little yellow dog named Wangcai is actually quite ordinary and looks very common.
However, this was the first time that Song Ci took the initiative to talk to him about the content of her novel, although she only mentioned a dog raised by the protagonist.
But it is still Song Ci's little secret, and now he knows it.
This thought made Jiang Xingzhou feel indescribably happy, as if their relationship had taken a step forward and could even be said to be a little secret.
He waved his hand.
"Of course I have to buy such a meaningful balloon."
"Ah?" Song Ci was shocked.
She didn't intend to buy it, but this discovery made her so happy that she took a second look.
Jiang Xingzhou had already used his height advantage to get past several children. He scanned the code first and asked the stall owner to untie the rope that tied Wangcai.
"Here, this is a reward for little Song Ci."
Song Ci looked around shamefully. Fortunately, there were only a group of children around and no one heard his call.
But it's still so shameful.
Song Dynasty porcelain... kids.
Where does this name come from
They said it was a reward, but she clearly did nothing.
"Let's go." She blushed and pulled Jiang Xingzhou, wanting to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Jiang Xingzhou pulled her hand and asked her to stand back: "Don't move yet."
"Tie this on your wrist so you won't run away later."
Five dollars.
"Um... OK."
There were many people in the park with balloons tied to their hands, but most of them were children, and there was no one as big as Song Ci.
Along the way, Song Dynasty porcelain attracted a lot of inquiring eyes.
Being stared at by a stranger like this, Song Ci felt extremely uncomfortable and kept squeezing closer to Jiang Xingzhou, with their arms crossed, leaving no space between them.
But such an intimate action attracted more attention.
Song Ci was so scared that she almost turned sideways to face Jiang Xingzhou.
Jiang Xingzhou noticed it, reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her into his arms, bringing the two of them closer together.
The Song Dynasty porcelain was so red that it turned red to the roots of the neck.
His face was buried in Jiang Xingzhou's armpits.
It's not like the two of them haven't hugged each other before, but this is the first time they have hugged each other so tightly. What's more important is that Song Ci couldn't let go, so in the end she could only give up and hug Jiang Xingzhou tighter.
Hmm, my nostrils are filled with the fresh scent of Jiang Xingzhou, mixed with a faint smell of laundry detergent, which smells quite good.
Song Ci felt relieved and was no longer so nervous.
Jiang Xingzhou was enduring great torment.
Two lumps of soft flesh pressed tightly against his sides, even rubbing up and down as the two people walked, which was really a test even though they were wearing clothes.
Sure enough, Song Ci only looks cute and petite, but actually she is not small at all, as was evident when she wore a tight little skirt last time.
Oh, and her breath, so tingling and numb, all sprayed into his armpits.
Fortunately, the sleeves of his short-sleeved shirt were long enough so that her breath wouldn't go directly into his sleeves.
The sweet pain lasted for several minutes, and finally they reached a place with few people. Jiang Xingzhou turned his hand from Song Ci's shoulder and pinched Song Ci's red and hot ears.
"No one's here, do you want to come out?"
After hearing a muffled "hmm" from his armpit, Song Ci slowly pulled his head out.
It was a hot day, and after a while, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Song Ci's face, hanging on her rosy face.
Song Ci raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, but she was still too shy to look at Jiang Xingzhou.
Jiang Xingzhou deliberately said: "Your face is so red, is it so hot?"
"No!" Song Ci retorted immediately.
Jiang Xingzhou smiled triumphantly and asked her, "Then why is your face so red?"
"I... I..."
Song Dynasty porcelain is stuck.
Jiang Xingzhou laughed wildly and was hit lightly on the waist by Song Ci.
I could sense that the master was angry and ashamed, and wanted to hit her hard but couldn't bear to do so.
Jiang Xingzhou had laughed enough and handed over the tissue: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, wipe your sweat quickly."
Song Ci pouted and replied uninterestedly: "Oh."
I wiped the sweat off my face and found a trash can to throw it in.
Jiang Xingzhou said: "Let's go home."