President Ba’s Little Rose

Before this, the man seemed to be deliberately seduce her in every word and deed, but he was gentle but frivolous.

But at this moment, he was so gentle and unrelenting, speaking clearly.

It was no different from when he rejected You Lingbai.

Or perhaps, her behavior, as well as her so-called "like", is more absurd to this man than You Lingbai.

You Lingbai didn't know how old he was, but she did. You Lingbai just asked for contact information, but she blatantly said that she liked him.

Shen Xizhi suddenly felt embarrassed.

There are also some unspeakable grievances.

Obviously in the beginning, it was this man who provoke her.

He knew she was not a child or a kitten, but he still treated her like that.

Deliberately teased her and asked her to call his brother.

Girls her age would never call an outsider like this.

What else is there to ask, do you fall in love with your brother?

Where is a man who would treat his friend's sister like this.

He gave her an ambiguous illusion, making her mistakenly think that she also liked him that little.

However, he personally pierced this illusion.

Shen Xizhi's eye sockets began to sore, and a rush of heat seemed to rush to her cheeks, hot.

Her nose seemed to be blocked by something, and she couldn't breathe. She lowered her head, squeezed the phone in her hand, and endured it.

Shen Qing's translation didn't care much and said, "Qiao Zong is enough for you. Where can you be so narcissistic? Shen Xizhi didn't say that he likes you."

His icy tone was like pressing a switch.

Shen Xizhi couldn't help it anymore, and sniffed uncontrollably, and a small whimper came out of his throat.

Hearing this voice, Shen Qingyi's expression changed: "...you?"

Shen Xizhi raised her right hand, covered her eyes with the back of her hand, wiped it, lowered her head and said nothing, making intermittent choking noises in her nose.

The shoulders shook lightly.

Qiao Zong froze and turned to look at Shen Qing's translation: "Shen Qing's translation, your sister..."

Didn't he say that he was crying?

Shen Qingyi was also stunned, and reacted in a flash, and said with a headache: "I'm crying again."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Xizhi's tears seemed to have broken through the dam, rushing down.

"Why are you crying?" Shen Qingyi frowned and asked impatiently.

He had a bad tone, and Shen Xizhi raised his eyes, her bright red eyes glared at Shen Qingyi. Her tears gathered in her eyes and couldn't fall, she looked very pitiful, and she whispered: "You care about me."

Shen Qing's translation was unmoved, with no sympathy: "Okay, I don't care about you."

He stood up, took a few steps forward, and patted Qiao Zong on the shoulder: "Brother, follow me upstairs, don't be familiar with this kid."

As if it was against Shen Qing's translation, Shen Xizhi's suppressed cry rose up for an instant, and she couldn't bear it anymore. Pointing to Shen Qing's translation, she choked and said: "It's you who slander me. Do you still find me annoying?"

"What am I slandering you?" Shen Qingyi's expression remained unchanged, and she asked indifferently: "You cry for no reason, shouldn't I be annoying?"

Shen Xizhi opened her eyes wide and said innocently, "I'm not crying for no reason."

"Okay, I don't care." Shen Qingyi pulled at the corner of her mouth, spread her arms, and went upstairs without forgetting to applaud her. She said, "You are crying right, crying well, crying crazily. "

Shen Xizhi's anger was instantly ignited, and she also stood up and shouted to him: "Shen Qing translation!"

"What?" Shen Qingyi turned around, folded her arms, and stared at her coldly.

Qiao frowned unchecked, "Qing Yi, your attitude is a little better, the little girls are crying."

Hearing this voice, Shen Xizhi glanced sideways at Qiao Zong.

She squeezed a fist, looked away, and asked dryly, "Why are you insulting me."

Shen Qingyi twitched the corner of her mouth and said coolly, "What did I insult you for?"

He really asked.

Just now, the embarrassment and embarrassment came to her heart, Shen Xizhi pursed her lips, she stretched out a finger, pointed at Qiao Zong, and asked: "You just said that I like this uncle."

Qiao Zong's eyelids twitched.

"Oh," Shen Qing translated frowned and quickly admitted: "I meant it. Why? Is this an insult to you?"

Shen Xizhi curled her lips, with no confidence in her heart, but her expression was serious.

The little girl opened her eyes round, her tone was incomparably pure, as if she was very angry: "This uncle is so old and ugly, why are you insulting my eyes."

Hearing this, Shen Qing Yile, glanced at Qiao Zong, and quickly apologized to her: "That brother made a mistake, Zhizhi, don't be angry."

The blue veins in Qiao's forehead jumped suddenly.

Shen Xizhi nodded, "Then I will reluctantly accept your apology."

Shen Qingyi took a pack of tissues from the coffee table with great patience, brushed out a few pieces of paper, stuffed them into her, and repeated: "Zhizhi just said that this uncle is old and ugly, right?"

She wiped her face indiscriminately with the paper, and said bad things about Qiao Zong in front of him. Her mood was mostly better, and the embarrassing emotions that had just disappeared.

The little girl's nose was still red, and she agreed: "Yeah."

Old age.

It's ugly.

…Old and ugly.

Qiao Zong looked absurd. Like tens of thousands of arrows, they were all shot at his heart, and the blood was sprayed out one by one.

He raised his eyes, stared at the girl in front of him, and began to doubt his appearance for the first time.

Shen Qingyi deliberately asked: "Who looks better than his brother?"

Although Qiao Zong had just rejected her, Shen Xizhi still couldn't tell lies without his conscience. She bluntly said: "He is ugly, you are even uglier."

"What?" Shen Qingyi rolled up his sleeves, made a posture of hitting someone, and asked with a low eye, "You said he is not as ugly as I am?"

It was probably because the damage value of the little girl's words was too high, so that when she said that she didn't translate the ugliness by Shen Qing, Qiao Zong's mood actually improved slightly.

No Shen Qing translated ugly.

In other words, he looks better than Shen Qing's translation.

Qiao Zong gave a low laugh, and calmly said: "Brother, don't be angry, your sister still doesn't look at it..."

He paused.

Suddenly, I remembered again. Just now, when Shen Qingyi said that Shen Xizhi liked him, the little girl cried aggrievedly and asked Shen Qingyi why she insulted her.

His expression stiffened for a moment, and suddenly felt absurd.

Shen Qingyi answered, "Yes, my sister has a good vision, and my sister looks down on you like you."

After the dispute, Shen Qingyi and Qiao Zong went upstairs to the study.

Shen Xizhi sat on the sofa downstairs, raised her hand, and touched her face. The temperature is hot, and her heart beats quickly.

But emotionally but depressed.

She collapsed her back, put her elbows on her knees, cupped her face, and slowly exhaled.

Fortunately, I just concealed it.

Although it's a bit clumsy, at least it's not that embarrassing anymore. Qiao Zong wouldn't know that she liked him.

etc.

Shen Xizhi suddenly had an idea. She took out her mobile phone, turned to the contact list, and made a call.

It took a long time for Shen Qingyi and Qiao Zong to go downstairs.

Qiao Zong walked behind, looking a little tired, and raised his eyes to look downstairs.

But first I heard the translator of Shen Qing at the front asking: "Shen Jilin, why are you here?"

There were two people sitting on the sofa in the living room. The girl's head was resting on the boy's shoulder, as if she was whispering.

The young man downstairs turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Shen Qingyi and a strange man coming down, and smiled: "Qiuqiu said she was boring. Brother, who is this?"

"Qiao Zong." Shen Qing translated and introduced, walked to Shen Jilin and sat down.

Shen Xizhi slapped Shen Jilin fiercely with his elbow, and said viciously, "What do you call me?!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, can't you apologize for your third brother?" Shen Jilin rubbed her hair with a good temper, and asked: "Brother, how did Qiuqiu say you bullied her and made her cry?"

Shen Qingyi had forgotten this trivial matter a long time ago. As soon as he said it, he remembered it again, not caring too much: "It's nothing."

He pointed to Qiao Zong: "Just him."

Shen Jilin raised his eyes to look at Qiao Zong.

The man sat on the sofa with a cold eyebrow and didn't mean to speak. His profile was cut by the light, and it looked cold and unkind.

"I just said something casually, Shen Xizhi liked him, and then this kid cried." Shen Qing translated scornfully, "I'm quite temperamental."

Shen Jilin was stunned for a moment, "So?"

"Third brother, don't ask!" Shen Xizhi covered her face, embarrassed.

Qiao said coldly: "Then, the kid said that I was old and ugly, and it was an insult to her to like me."

Shen Xizhi's heart beat fiercely.

She turned her head startled, only then did she feel ashamed. His eyes fell on Qiao Zong with some timidity.

Qiao Zong glanced at Shen Jilin, raised his right leg, resting on his left leg, and hooked his finger at her: "Little devil, come here."

"What are you doing?" Shen Xizhi had the familiar and bewitched feeling again.

Qiao Zong tilted his legs, smiled a little, his eyes were very cold, and the dark red shirt added a bit of charm to him.

His peach blossom eyes curled up, the tails of his eyes raised, his appearance was frivolous and presumptuous, and his voice was low and mute: "Come and see, brother looks good."