I Shocked the Globe

Chapter 68 The Bamboo Horse and the Horse are Different (25)

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Yun Xia didn't expect Xiao Zhuma to be so coquettish. A boy, what's so cold when it's raining?

Especially this boy's indifferent character, usually so cold.

She hugged her schoolbag: "What's cold is cold, you go well, don't move and hold someone."

When Jiang Heng heard the words, Slowly Siri glanced at her.

He did not refute anything.

The two arrived home.

Yunxia got out from under his umbrella and turned around, only to find that the half of the boy's snowy white clothes were wet.

His clothes were snow-white, half wet, attached to his body, and the beautiful lines on his abdomen loomed.

Yunxia frowned: "Go home and change your clothes."

The young boy glanced at himself with a dull expression, and nodded slightly, "I took the umbrella first, and I will return it to you tomorrow."

Yunxia stood in front of her door and watched the slender figure of Zhu Ma leave, she was a little dazed and was about to go back to the door.

Suddenly I heard someone calling her in the rain, the tone was a little surprised: "Yunxia!"

The girl turned and saw Zhou Heng unexpectedly.

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Jiang Heng returned home with an umbrella.

Father Jiang was wearing a gentleman's glasses in the living room and was reading a book.

When he saw his son coming back, he looked up and squinted, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and slowly glanced at the light blue umbrella.

Obviously it is a style that girls only use.

Father Jiang looked so comfortable that he watched the teenager put the umbrella away and folded the corners neatly.

He asked gently: "With Xia Xia?"

Jiang Heng was expressionless, drooping his eyelashes and snorted.

Father Jiang came to interest and sat up slightly from the sofa, asking: "Are you interested in Xia Xia?"

It is also strange.

Xia Xia and their neighbors have not seen her son interested for so many years.

Jiang Heng inadvertently raised his lower eye pupil, his cold eyes didn't fluctuate halfway, and opened his lips coldly and said: "Why, support early love?"

Father Jiang choked on this sentence.

He took off his glasses and smiled softly, "I don't support early love, but adolescence, normal affection, don't interfere with you, you know it yourself."

Jiang Heng hung her thick eyelashes, slender fingers moved slowly, and folded all the corners of the umbrella neatly, before saying flatly, "I have."

Father Jiang smiled with 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, she has never been special to any girl.

So suddenly it was a bit different. Jiang really wanted to ask him his thoughts.

Seeing the slender figure marching upstairs, Father Jiang smiled and asked: "So what kind of affection do you have for Xia Xia? Do you want to have an early love with others, or don't you want to?"

This is a tentative trial.

Jiang Heng stopped.

White fingers supported the railing, his other hand was in his pocket, carelessly rubbing the little sugar bowl.

After a few seconds, he said flatly: "Relax, I don't love it early."

After that, he calmly stepped upstairs.

Back in his room, Jiang Heng walked to the desk, took out the small sugar bowl from his pocket, and put it 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 the one sold in the school looks naturally different.

But he didn't touch the school, he just lowered his eyes, opened a jar of his own indifferently, and took out a candy.

The sweet fragrance melts between the thin lips.

Jiang Heng's expression was calm, and his eyes swept inadvertently through the window.

But in the next second, he suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)