President Ba’s Little Rose

"It doesn't look good even when I get closer." Shen Qingyi glanced at him, sneered, and said in a sarcastic tone: "She is not near-sighted, and she looks different from near and far."

Qiao Zong was not upset when he was interrupted by Shen Qing's translation.

He laughed in a low voice and leaned back lazily on the sofa, his voice was as low as a sigh, but with three points of complaint: "Xiao Xizhi, what is wrong with your brother?"

Shen Xizhi didn't want to continue this topic with him.

In particular, this man is still teasing her without restraint.

She lowered her head to play with her phone, without answering.

Qiao Zong didn't seem to be affected, except that his expression was cold for a while, the next time he was gentle and gentle.

The three men started chatting with each other.

Shen Xizhi secretly noticed that Qiao Zong didn't speak often, but it was not easy to be ignored.

She also realized that, except for occasional frivolous indulgence, most of the time, this man was very calm.

There is a distance that is hard to ignore with her.

She occasionally saw good-looking videos, and would deliberately poke Shen Jilin, pretending to be very intimate, and share it with him.

Shen Jilin didn't know her intentions, and smiled and said, "Why is Zhizhi so enthusiastic about the third brother today?"

"I used to be very enthusiastic to the third brother." Shen Xizhi lowered his eyes, glanced at Qiao Zong secretly, and gritted his teeth and said: "It's not just that I became enthusiastic today."

Shen Jilin smiled and rubbed her hair.

The smile on Qiao Zong's lips will fade, and his eyes will become cold.

This discovery gave Shen Xizhi a secret joy.

She didn't know why she did it, nor did she know where the joy came from.

But it is clear that this kind of joy can only be suppressed and cannot be known.

In the evening the sun went down, and the light was a little dim.

Auntie turned on the light, Shen Qingyi noticed the time and stood up: "Qiao Zong, I will send you back."

After an afternoon of getting along, Shen Jilin and Qiao Zong have become acquainted with each other. He rushed and said, "Brother, I will send Brother Qiao Zong back. I just want to go home and go on the way."

Shen Qingyi was a little surprised, and glanced at Qiao Zong.

"Young Master Qiao is very popular?" He laughed.

"I only found out today?" Qiao Zong patted him on the shoulder, raised an eyebrow, and said in a slow tone: "Your brother Qiao Zong has always been very popular."

Shen Qingyi showed the expression of constipation again, he endured it, and didn't say anything to him.

Shen Jilin was happy: "Brother Qiao Zong, let's go, and I will take you back. My brother and him, you have said that you have nothing to love."

"No." Qiao Zong was slightly cold, "I drove the car."

The two walked to the hallway.

Shen Jilin bent over to change shoes, Qiao Zong seemed to think of something, and turned around.

Shen Xizhi kept staring at the two of them, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly look back, and the act of sneaking a glance was immediately caught.

As if some secret had been punctured, her heart was flustered and she glanced away.

Qiao Zong beckoned to her and said gently, "Xiao Xizhi, come here."

It's like a funny pet.

Shen Xizhi didn't want to go there, and asked with an urn voice, "What's the matter?"

"Brother has something to return to you." Qiao Zong said.

"What is it?" Shen Xizhi was dazed, not remembering what had fallen on Qiao Zong.

She got up and walked over, stopped three steps away from Qiao Zong, stretched out a hand, raised her head and looked at him: "What about things?"

The man let out a chuckle from his throat. He raised his hand, patted her hand gently, raised his eyebrows and said, "Return you."

His five fingers are long and bony, his knuckles are clean, his nails are neatly cut, and his pale skin has light blue blood vessels, and it seems that he can see five metacarpal bones.

It hit her hand with a muffled sound.

It was like a slap.

Shen Xizhi: "?"

Seeing her empty palms, she instantly realized that she had been coaxed, her eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, and mumbled: "Are you kidding me?"

Qiao Zong hugged his arms and laughed, his chest undulating, he leaned against the wall, lowering his eyes at her.

Shen Xizhi said angrily: "What are you laughing at?"

Seeing her angry, Qiao constricted a smile, pointed out his chin, raised his eyebrows: "Okay, brother don't laugh."

Shen Xizhi had just been tricked and was about to leave.

Shen Jilin couldn't see it anymore, and then asked, "Brother Qiao Zong, what is it?"

"In my car." Qiao Zong said with a smile in his voice, calling her slowly: "Xiao Xizhi, I'm really in my car, I didn't lie to you."

Shen Xizhi's footsteps stopped, half believing.

"You come with brother." Qiao Zong turned and walked out. The setting sun coated his body with an orange halo. His figure was a little thin, but his figure was very good. When he walked, his slightly wide shirt was outlined wide. A silhouette with a narrow waist.

Shen Xizhi hesitated, but followed.

Shen Qing's translator's house is a bit big, and the parking place is a bit far from here. Shen Xizhi followed behind him, her eyes moved to his lap unconsciously.

The legs are long and straight, and the muscles are evenly stopped, but they are not exaggerated. He has a leisurely pace, like a stroll in a garden after a meal.

The thought in Shen Xizhi's heart became stronger.

She cleared her throat, and asked without confidence: "Brother Qiao Zong, do you know that Shen Jilin?"

Qiao Zong paused, his voice seemed to be suppressed, but his tone was still gentle: "I know, your third brother, right?"

"Yes." Shen Xizhi pretended to be brisk and bit his scalp: "However, he is not my brother. We are not related by blood. My third brother has always been very good to me. We are like childhood sweethearts."

When these words were spoken, Shen Xizhi's tight scalp seemed to relax.

Having said that, without saying more, Qiao Zong will also guess an obvious fact, which is also the illusion that she has been working on creating this afternoon—

The person she likes is not Qiao Zong, but Shen Jilin.

Qiao Zong did not answer, but was silent.

Shen Xizhi was beating a drum in her heart, wondering if she should be more exaggerated. So that Qiao Zong knew that she didn't like him.

Only in this way can she perfectly explain her performance in the afternoon.

Only in this way can she continue to contact Qiao Zong as a "child".

Rather than, being coldly rejected by him.

She didn't know if it was right to do this, but it seemed that this was the only way to get along with him as if nothing had happened in the future.

Qiao Zong remained silent all the way.

When he got to the parking place, he opened the door with the key, leaned into the car, rummaged for a while, and found a magazine.

He straightened up and handed it to her.

Shen Xizhi raised her eyes to observe his expression, but found that the man's eyebrows were stern, his pupils were pitch black, and his eyebrows seemed to be quenched by ice and snow. The peach blossom eyes, which had always been gentle and ambiguous, also became cold, and there was a sky full of coolness in their eyes.

He laughed and leaned down slightly, and his dark eyes were looking at her level. The peach blossom eyes were raised, his eyes seemed to be hostile, and his voice became cold.

It seems that the appearance of gentleness has been torn off, revealing the original gloomy appearance.

He licked his lips, the color of his lips became more sullen, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Xizhi, do you like your third brother?"

Shen Xizhi's footsteps were nailed to the spot, some of them couldn't come back.

Then he heard the man say: "It's also very good."

She was taken aback for a moment, and when Qiao Zong got into the car, she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. When she lowered her head, she realized that she was holding the magazine, and she didn't even know when the magazine was stuffed in her hand.

Qiao Zong's car drove out of the parking lane and gradually moved further and further away from her.

Shen Xizhi looked at the car and then at the exposed pictures on the cover of the magazine. I scratched my hair, very puzzled.

Qiao Zong is this, angry?

Shen Xizhi flipped through a few pages of the magazine and remembered that it was the one she had returned to Qi Nian a long time ago. She stood there with her head down, her emotions suddenly depressed to the extreme.

The man's heart is more fickle than the face of a seven or eight-year-old kid.

She said that she liked him, he lowered his face and bluffed her and asked if he knew how bad his brother was. She said she liked others, and he seemed even more angry.

However, Qiao Zong's lips were pursed again before her eyes.

He was originally like a monster. When he was angry, his eyebrows were very cold, but he was more gentle than usual, adding a somewhat unspeakable temperament.

Shen Xizhi thought about it seriously.

It seems that only the word Sven scum is the most appropriate description.

After the National Day holiday ended, Shen Xizhi went back to school.

When I stayed up late to draw a picture one night, I saw an email sent to me by Teacher Wen.

Teacher Wen was the teacher who taught her to draw, and Shen Xizhi clicked on the email.

Teacher Wen said that Beijing will hold a sand painting competition in October. The gold content of the competition is not low. He didn't want to disturb Shen Xizhi's college entrance examination before, so he made his own proposal and submitted her work to register. Unexpectedly, he passed the preliminary selection. These days, she should be notified of the finals, asking her if she would like to go.

Shen Xizhi clicked to go back, and she found the final notice in numerous unread emails.

She likes painting very much, so she is naturally willing to participate in this kind of competition.

I returned an email to the teacher, noted the time of the finals, and continued to stay up late to draw pictures.

The next day I received a text message from Teacher Wen, saying that Shen Jilin would also go.

The competition time is on the weekend afternoon. Shen Xizhi and Shen Jilin made an appointment to go to Beijing on Saturday morning and compete again the next day.

Sand painting is relatively small, and there are not many outsiders who pay attention to it.

The host venue was in a cultural palace in Beijing, and Shen Xizhi and Shen Jilin booked a nearby hotel. The two rested in the hotel for a while and decided to go out for food.

There are many small stalls near the hotel, they stroll from start to finish, and finally stop at a barbecue booth to wait for the barbecue.

Qiao Zong is going to see a partner in the afternoon.

When Wang Chuang drove the car past a corner, a familiar figure flashed across his eyes.

He opened his slightly closed eyes and swept his gaze out. Through the car window, he saw two figures.

His eyes were dark, and he said coldly: "Stop."

In front of a barbecue stall not far away, stood a pair of teenagers and girls.

The teenager was wearing a blue sportswear, carrying a pile of food in her hand, while the girl took a skewer of barbecue from the teenager and took a bite in her mouth.

At this time, it was drizzling outside the car window.

The two did not bring umbrellas, and looked at each other as if they had discussed something.

The teenager pulled down the zipper of the sportswear, took off his coat, took it with both hands, put it on the girl's head, and said something with a smile.

The girl's eyebrows were bent, her petite body was gathered under the boy's clothes, and her expression was happy.

The two seemed to be ready to rush into the rain like this.

Wang Chuang asked: "Mr Qiao, what's wrong?"

Qiao Zong snorted coldly.

He lifted his hand to drive the door, regardless of the drizzle outside the car, and walked in the direction of the barbecue stall.