Senbei of course recognized the voice.
Obviously, her new landlord...
But why is he here...
So... just now... he hugged her? !
Xianbei no longer turned his head to recognize it, but the space he circled seemed to have become a steam room.
Xianbei could only stare at the ground, easing the restless little heart.
The subway shuttles, and there are billboards that flicker and darken outside the car window.
There was no movement in his arms, Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and what caught his eye happened to be the little girl's ear.
When wearing a hat, she likes to tuck her hair behind her ears.
The small earlobe was exposed, like a transparent beaded red agate.
Chen Zhuo's Adam's apple moved slightly and looked away.
Stopping at one stop, Senbei's palms were sweaty and wet.
Chen Zhuo glanced at the wiring diagram on the door and asked, "How many stops are you going to stop?"
Senbei shrugged and held up four fingers.
Chen Zhuo continued to compare: "Xingyue Park?"
Senbei nodded.
A moment of silence.
Chen Zhuo asked again: "Why don't you let me send it?"
A fatal question, Xianbei froze all over, not knowing how to answer.
Someone got into the car and pushed him behind him, so that…
The man's lean body, several times, was forced tightly against her back...
Like a volcanic eruption, Senbei felt smoke rising from his head and ears.
Waiting for the car to restart, Chen Zhuo glanced at the little girl who turned pink on the side of her neck.
He made a little teasing, and leaned his upper body down a bit.
A slightly hot breath brushed against the auricle...
back ear...
Senbei got goosebumps all over.
Then, the breath stopped and spoke at a more scorching temperature, "Do you like being squeezed like this?"
Boom, blood rushes, and Xianbei's head is about to explode.
really, really...
not anymore...
Her body softened, and Xianbei subconsciously moved forward, trying to distance herself from him.
Shaking his head violently back and forth, denying, denying, desperately denying, completely denying.
Seeing this, Chen Zhuo followed it and said, "If you don't like it, let me send it to you. It looks like a child. Who can trust you to come out alone?"
Xianbei was so scalded by his breath that his consciousness became unclear, let alone thinking about his proposal carefully, he could only… keep nodding his head.
Chen Zhuo got what he wanted, laughed lowly, and straightened up.
After a while, he looked like he had nothing to do.
—
When the gentle female voice announced "Xingyue Park Station", the man also let go.
Xianbei hurriedly put on her pounding heart and ran out without stopping.
Relying on his tallness and long legs, Chen Zhuo followed behind.
He glanced at the nervous little steps that the little girl was about to spin, and couldn't help hooking his lips.
She also didn't look up, as if she was using her intuition to identify the direction and avoid the crowd.
Chen Zhuo saw that she was walking fairly well, but it was novel, but she frowned—
After all these years, how did this little creature who didn't fit in well survive
When they arrived at Yuanguangsha, Yuanyuan was already waiting for Senbei at the door.
The girl was walking over holding the bag on the side of her body, her eyes touched behind her, Yuanyuan couldn't help but pause, who is this super-tasteful uncle...
Could it be…
"Zhongyi boss? Uncle milk tea?"
When the two met, Yuanyuan asked softly.
Senbei licked her lower lip and nodded in recognition. Along the way, her mouth was dry for no reason, and she wanted to drink water...
"My mother..." Yuanyuan continued with emotion: "He escorted you here? Wow, it's not a normal relationship? You tenant, act like a little princess..."
Don't talk nonsense... Senbei's face is hot, and she doesn't dare to let out the air, I just ask her to stop gossiping.
Not daring to be left out, Yuanyuan stepped forward and introduced herself generously: "Hello, I'm Xianbei's editor-in-chief and Jiang Zou's girlfriend."
Hearing the name of an acquaintance, Chen Zhuo nodded and said hello to him.
Yuanyuan was planning to lead them to the office building.
Chen Zhuo declined: "No need, I'll wait in the lobby."
Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows: "She may have to sign in for the afternoon, why don't you go up and sit?"
Chen Zhuo thought about it and agreed.
Yuanyuan showed a meaningful smile, tsk, having money and leisure is different.
A man who stood out from the crowd appeared out of thin air in this editorial office filled with "home rot" atmosphere, and the female editors all looked at him.
Yuanyuan arranged a quiet and refreshing office for Senbei.
In addition, an extra chair was brought in for the accompanying Boss Chen to sit.
On the long table, two boxes of comic books and five markers.
Xianbei only felt exhausted and had a long way to go.
but…
Heaven will give great responsibility to the people...
Taking a deep breath, Xianbei sat down, unscrewed the cap, opened the cover, and on the title page, wrote hard...
Fortunately, there was foresight...
The word "Xianbei" is not too much...
After signing the first book, put it aside, and was picked up by the man beside him.
Ai? !
He couldn't stop it, and the moment he reached out, the other party frowned and opened it.
Being... three-dimensional people, seeing their own signature or something, so shameful...
In order to be consistent with the work, her personal signature, at the request of the manga club, has a rough and scribbled style consistent with the usual style.
Senbei unconsciously hides her face.
Steeply, the jaw was brushed by a pinch of coolness, and the touch was clear.
Xianbei took his hand away, only to find that he was still holding a marker in his hand.
Stunned for two seconds.
Ahhhh, did the pen tip draw accidentally
There is no mirror to confirm, and the specific part cannot be found.
Xianbei could only rely on the residual memory, and kept using her fingertips and palms to wipe the suspected places.
Chen Zhuo noticed her movement and came over.
Putting down the two-page comic book, the man asked, "What's wrong?"
Xianbei's cheeks were slightly red, she retracted her neck, and said softly, "No... it's okay..."
The man didn't look away easily because of this, but instead lowered his head and looked at her.
Xianbei's head was getting lower and lower, and he was very uncomfortable, his chin was fast back to his shoulder.
Chen Zhuo suddenly laughed softly, "Don't move."
Two random words, such as acupuncture points, Xianbei really stopped moving.
The man stretched out his hand, and Xianbei reflexively shrank back, but his slender fingers did not retreat because of this, and directly touched her chin, held it there, and controlled it.
Like an electric shock, Xianbei's heart trembled violently.
Breathing is unstable for a moment, as if you are in a plateau.
The warm and somewhat rough thumb pulp was rubbed with a little force.
The man squinted slightly, his expression focused, his eyes fixed. Not seeing the girl's fingers resting there, they all pulled on the table and curled up.
The toes are also, but fortunately hidden in the canvas shoes, they will not be seen.
After trying a few times, Chen Zhuo gave up and let go: "It can't be wiped off."
He picked up an unopened marker and pondered, "Quick-drying... No wonder."
Turning to look outside the office, he might find a new way, he stood up, walked out, and turned into a nearby pantry.
The Xianbei sitting there was already petrified, and she was dumbfounded.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, thirty seconds, one minute…
He lost all consciousness, except for the part of his skin that was touched by the man, which had a very strong sense of existence.
When he came back, Chen Zhuo had a few wet tissues in his hands.
This time, he didn't sit back, squatted directly in front of the girl, raised his hand in the same place as her, and wiped it. As before, stay focused.
The wet and cool touch made Senbei feel excited.
But the next second, the heat took root and spread uncontrollably on her face.
But she dare not...
Make a little noise...
Eyelashes flutter slightly...
She can only let those shyness, stupor, and many inexplicable emotions raging on her cheeks...
The man was not in a hurry to get up until it was completely cleaned up.
Still squatting there, staring at her, his eyes sank, and after a while, it returned to clarity.
He curled his lips and smiled: "Don't practice autographing with your own face."
Knowing that he was joking, Xianbei still wanted to rub his forehead regretfully.
After realizing it, the man was still looking at her, and the hand that had just been raised in the air quickly hid it back.
Soon, a thick and dry palm suddenly came to him.
And accompanied by a soft voice: "If you want to practice, sign it for me, I'm also your fan."