And Qingzhi clearly felt his fervent love and strong longing in the midst of his lingering and melancholy rubbing, and she couldn't help but hug his strong back tightly, wanting to engulf herself deeply. Buried in his arms, he kissed her earlobe, and her lips pressed against his Adam's apple. Amidst the hot breath, the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became hot...
Qingzhi rubbed his Adam's apple and couldn't help but make a soft sound, "I miss you too... Brother Xiao Jian..."
In fact, when she grew up, Qingzhi didn't like to call Wen Jian "Brother Xiao Jian" very much. Maybe it was because Wen Jian was four months older than her, and she herself was also thin-skinned. She would often be embarrassed when she was young and ignorant. Brother Jian is older than Brother Jian, and when he grows up he doesn't dare to act coquettishly towards Wen Jian, but every time in her sleep, when she misses Wen Jian terribly, she still can't help but call him Little Jian. elder brother…
At this moment, although it is not a dream, she misses her little brother Jian more than every time before...
Wen Jian held her for a long time, finally feeling a little relieved from the pain of lovesickness, and then let the coachman set off.
Qingzhi didn't know where Wen Jian was taking her, but she wasn't worried at all. She didn't have to tell Wen Jian that she couldn't be out for too long. What she always knew was that in such matters, Wen Jian He has always been more measured than her.
As long as she didn't have to mention it herself, Wen Jian would take the initiative to send her back when the time came.
However, Qingzhi never expected that Wen Jian would take her out to eat.
After arriving on the street, Wen Jian asked Qingzhi to wait for him in the carriage because Wen Jian was worried about her, while he got off the car and went to the street to buy food for Qingzhi. He probably knew Qingzhi too well. So, although I didn’t ask Qingzhi anything, I still knew very well what Qingzhi wanted to eat now.
Wen Jian bought a lot of snacks that Qingzhi loved to eat, then returned to the carriage and asked the driver to make a circuit along the long street of the capital.
And he sat in the car and peeled off the candy wrapper for Qingzhi, and fed her favorite gummy candies to her mouth. Qingzhi felt a little sour and sweet in her heart when she ate the gummies wrapped in candy wrappers, and she couldn't help it. He reached over and opened his palm, took the candy wrapper in his hand, folded it while looking at it, sniffed and said, "When I was little, you always liked to buy this kind of candy for me to eat."
"Yeah." Wen Jian raised her eyes and looked at Qingzhi tenderly. She remembered something, curled her lips slightly, and said, "The one time I remember more clearly at that time was when you were angry with me and someone else was angry. Everyone will vent their anger, but not Qingzhi. When you are angry, you will stay alone and coldly, and you will not pay attention to me or talk to me. At that time, I thought you would never pay attention to me. Later, I used my own small savings to buy you candies, and you forgave me."
Childhood things, innocent and sweet.
The sadness and uneasiness I felt at the time seemed particularly lovely now.
Qingzhi bit the gummy softly in her mouth, and looked at Wen Jian unblinkingly with a pair of moist peach blossom eyes, as if her eyes had become very sweet: "Brother Jian, you know that time Why am I angry?"
Wen Jian shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't remember, but Qingzhi was just sulking and didn't even think about telling him.
"Because you gave sweets to the little girl in the class next door." Qingzhi snorted softly and arrogantly at this time.
Wen Jian was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered, but she couldn't laugh or cry: "It's unfair, it was obviously taken away by them, and more than one person took my candy, but Qingzhi, you saw that person , how can you blame me?"
(End of chapter)