President Ba’s Little Rose

As soon as the words were spoken, it was a long time without Qiao Zong's answer.

Those thoughts that came up on Fei Shang flooded her mind like a tide again, and Shen Xizhi flattened her mouth.

She knew that this behavior was impulsive and irrational, and she was mentally prepared to face it before she came. However, if Qiao Zong really thinks she is irrational and immature, what should she do?

Will he be angry with her?

Or will you lose your temper at her?

She couldn't imagine what a gentle person like Qiao Zong would look like when angry.

Shen Xizhi's heart seemed to be hung up high by a thin thread, and downward was an abyss without a bottom, and upward, it was tremblingly suspended by that thin thread.

Her nose seemed to be blocked by something, and the night's chill went up her calf and climbed to her spine. She whimpered and said, "Don't scold me, okay, Qiao Zong, woo...Don't scold me."

"Zhizhi, my brother didn't want to scold you." Qiao Zong sighed and asked her in a slow tone: "Where are you now? Send me an orientation and I will pick you up."

Shen Xizhi choked and cut the phone interface, and sent him the address: "I'm still 400 meters away from your home, and I will be there soon."

"Okay, you're waiting for me there." Qiao Zong told her: "Don't walk around, you know?"

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi raised her hand, wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, and nodded vigorously.

The little girl's voice was sweet and soft, and she was crying.

Qiao Zong rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, brother will pick you up right away."

"Okay." Shen Xizhi sobbed, pursing her lips, and said stubbornly: "I didn't cry."

hang up the phone.

Joe leaned forward, took the medicine bottle on the bedside table, unscrewed it with his right hand, and poured a handful of painkillers into the palm of his left hand.

He put the medicine bottle back, picked up the glass, stuffed the pills into his mouth, and took a sip of water.

The pill rubbed his throat, and he took another gulp of water.

After taking the medicine, Joe got out of bed.

After lying down for a long time, suddenly standing up, there is a feeling of heavy head and feet. His head was dizzy, and his eyes went black for a while.

Qiao Zong walked a few steps aside, stretched out his hand to support the wall, and slowly.

It was probably because of the medicine that he took that the pain in his stomach was relieved a lot, but it was not as difficult as before.

He picked up the jacket set aside and put it on.

Then, the action paused, and he caught a glimpse of the blue and white striped hospital gown on his body.

He frowned.

This look, when the little girl saw it, would she be worried?

But the time is too late.

Thinking of the words in his heart, Qiao Zong changed his shoes and went out.

This is a private hospital in which Qiao's shares are located, not far from his home, two blocks away.

He drove the car out of the parking lot and drove past the address given by Shen Xizhi.

Shen Xizhi found a street lamp and stood under it.

When the bright lights came down, the fear in her heart was lessened.

Shen Xizhi hugged her schoolbag tightly and buried her chin behind her schoolbag. She leaned her back against the street light pole and looked at the road that was only occasionally passing by, which made it very empty.

She looked down at the time.

It's ten o'clock in the evening.

For the first time, she came to a city so far alone.

It was also the first time that a person went out so late.

In her mind, all kinds of tragedies reported in the social news could not help but surfaced.

Shen Xizhi buried her chin deeper in fear.

It seems that only from this schoolbag can one gain a little courage.

As time passed, her heart seemed to be crawling with countless ants, anxious and helpless.

I even thought that without waiting for Qiao Zong, he walked directly to his house.

The distance of 400 meters is not very far.

Went there in a little while.

But Qiao Zong told her not to go around.

Shen Xizhi blinked her eyes, her apricot eyes glistened under the light, and her expression was extremely pitiful.

The drunk who had followed her swayed over, his neck leaning forward, his eyes narrowed like a slit. As if trying hard to see the girl in front of him more clearly.

Shen Xizhi tilted her head and glanced at the drunkard.

He was a tall man, about 1.8 meters tall and very strong. In this late autumn weather, he was wearing a vest and his face was red like a tomato.

And this drunk man was staring at her drunkly.

Shen Xizhi wanted to tell him to roll away, but her mouth moved, but she dared not make a sound.

She was afraid to provoke this man.

This man is so strong that even ten Shen Xizhi can't beat him.

Shen Xizhi stepped back, but found that his back was against the street light pole, unable to retreat. She had to move a few steps aside, and stood on the curb behind the light pole.

She secretly lifted her schoolbag a bit and used it to cover her face.

In this way, the drunk would not see himself.

She deceived herself and thought.

However, the drum in my heart kept beating.

And as the drunk approached, the drum beat became louder and louder. She almost shattered her eardrums.

Shen Xizhi's fingers began to tremble.

Until the drunk asked with his tongue out: "beauties?"

Shen Xizhi stiffened with surprise, and the schoolbag she was holding in her hand fell directly to the ground. Her mobile phone also fell on her schoolbag.

Her whole person, in front of the drunkard, had an unobstructed view.

The drunk man in the vest narrowed his eyes, and after walking a few steps forward, he leaned on the street light pole and blew a whistle.

Shen Xizhi stepped back and stood on the lawn. She estimated the distance between herself and the drunkard, and then glanced at the intersection not far away.

The drunk said, "Sister, it's the night away! Alone!"

He smelled of unpleasant alcohol, mixed with the smell of sweat.

Shen Xizhi frowned. She bent down, picked up her mobile phone and schoolbag flexibly, and tried to calmly glance at the drunk.

The drunk man smiled and squinted: "Along with brother?"

Shen Xizhi took a step back vigilantly.

She thought, if this drunkard dared to approach her, she would smash his head with the phone. Run after hitting.

Shen Xizhi squeezed the phone in her hand tightly.

In the next instant, a silver sports car stopped on the side of the road with a sudden brake.

Shen Xizhi raised her eyes and looked over. Through the car window, she saw the person sitting inside. When her eyes lit up, all those fearful emotions suddenly dissipated, she waved, and said joyfully: "Qiao Zong!"

The door opened quickly, and Joe got out of the car.

He glanced at Shen Xizhi, then at the drunk man, his expression cold.

The drunk followed Shen Xizhi's gaze. He moved very slowly because he was drunk.

When he saw the figure in front of him clearly, Qiao Zong had already walked up to him quickly.

The drunk's eyes widened.

The man in front of him gave birth to an excellent skin, peach-colored eyes, and a beautiful face like a catastrophe. Just a cold glance at him made people feel that his bones were crisp.

The drunk raised his hand, trying to touch him.

However, the collar was caught off guard, and the drunk was startled. He couldn't breathe. He cursed vaguely, "What are you kid doing?!"

Qiao Zong grabbed his collar with his right hand, and slammed him to the ground with his arm.

Obviously the drunk is much stronger than his body, but his movements seem to be easy.

Shen Xizhi was shocked, and his eyes fell on Qiao Zong subconsciously.

Qiao Zong's leg was bent and pressed against the man's shoulder.

The blue veins on his forehead have been jumping, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes is no longer in the usual way, and replaced by an uncontrollable hostility.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Then he lowered his head, pinched the drunkard's neck with his palm, and slowly gathered his thin white fingers.

He didn't say a word, but his breathing was deep.

The drunk kept struggling.

With both hands, he struggled to push Qiao Zong's hand, but couldn't push it away.

The gentle man had his hand stuck on his neck like a pair of pliers. As if to twist his neck.

Looking at Qiao Zong like this, Shen Xizhi suddenly forgot to react.

She just opened her mouth blankly.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zong would have such a time. Recalling the gentle voice of the man during the call just now, and the person in front of him seemed to exude an aura that was close to violence.

Even if you don't speak, people don't dare to approach.

Shen Xizhi only saw Qiao Zong's five fingers tightening continuously, and the drunkard's struggling more and more, his face flushed red, and even raised his leg to kick Qiao Zong.

And Qiao Zong grabbed him easily.

Shen Xizhi suddenly didn't dare to step forward.

Such Qiao Zong is reminiscent of the bloodthirsty Shura.

Her cell phone rang again.

Shen Xizhi picked it up with shaking fingers, and accidentally pressed the PA button. Shen Mingxuan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhizhi, are you asleep?"

Dad's voice made her instantly clear.

Shen Xizhi hung up the phone quickly.

Shen Mingxuan: "?"

Shen Xizhi lowered her head, found her father on WeChat, and then sent a message: [Dad, my roommate is asleep. 】

Shen Mingxuan: [You kids all go to bed so early? 】

Shen Xizhi is serious: [I want to sleep too. 】

Shen Mingxuan: [Zhizhi stopped watching cartoons? 】

Shen Xizhi casually made up a reason: [I will memorize the words tomorrow morning. 】

Then, she turned her hand off and turned her head to see Qiao Zong.

Under the light, the man's forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his face. His jaw kept trembling, and his body seemed to be trembling, with only one pair of eyes.

Carrying the icy coldness and coolness to the bones, anger burns in the calm.

The drunk sweats all over, and most of it wakes up.

He breathed continuously, and asked with difficulty: "Big brother, can you let go?"

Qiao Zong's eyes were still cold.

Shen Xizhi was frightened, she put her schoolbag on her back and stepped forward timidly, just about to talk.

The drunk said again: "Do you want to choke Lao Tzu to death?!"

The sweat on Qiao Zong's face dripped down the tip of his chin. When he heard this, he smiled absurdly, and said warmly but indifferently: "Why do you feel that I don't want to strangle you?"

Shen Xizhi just stepped forward and took a step back.

There was a furry feeling in her heart, like fear, but also strange.

She was not familiar with this Qiao Zong at all.

It's as if there was someone who didn't know who secretly pretended to be Qiao Zong.

It was completely different from the gentle, refined but cynical man she knew.

The drunk said intermittently: "Pinch or choke a person to jail..."

Qiao Zong chuckled lightly, patted his face with the other hand, biting slowly and lightly, peach blossom eyes bend, like a lover's whisper, but it seems that he doesn't care, with a fierce force. Er: "Okay, strangle you to death, I'll go to jail."

Drunk man: "..."

Shen Xizhi was also taken aback for a moment.

She grasped the strap of her schoolbag tightly, lowered her head, an indescribable feeling surged in her heart. She pinched the palm of her hand lightly with her nails, and she whispered, "Qiao Zong."