President Ba’s Little Rose

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi's eyes opened round and round, and he nodded and said, "Yes."

Joe looks better than girls in length, and he must be particularly beautiful in skirts. Well, if I can put on him another lipstick, it would look even better.

Shen Xizhi thought secretly.

There was a strange light in her eyes, with a look of longing.

Qiao Zong sighed long in his heart and lowered his head helplessly. He gently pinched the girl's face, his voice seemed true and false: "Think about Zhizhi."

Shen Xizhi asked: "What do you mean?"

"Meaning," Qiao Zong laughed, nodding her forefinger at the center of her eyebrows, her eyes were raised, her voice was very gentle, "Zhizhi wanted beautifully."

Shen Xizhi dissatisfied: "You only want to be beautiful."

"Me?" Qiao Zong smiled and shook his head. When he lowered his eyes, the arc of his eyes seemed to provoke people's hearts. He whispered softly, "Brother didn't want to see himself in women's clothing."

Shen Xizhi: "..."

Because Qiao Zong didn't agree to show her the photos, Shen Xizhi was a little bit curious.

Qiao Jing and Qiao Zong's parents have seen them, but she can't.

Shen Xizhi went upstairs, packed his things, and came down with his schoolbag on his back.

Nearly ten o'clock, Qiao Zong was sitting on the sofa, talking on the phone with a cell phone.

Shen Xizhi eased his steps, walked behind him, and listened to him quietly.

Qiao lowered his head slightly, took the phone in front of him at will, and turned on the hands-free.

Shen Qingyi asked over there: "Why do you have to come here tomorrow?"

Qiao Zong: "What? You don't want Dad to go there?"

Hearing the two words "dad", Shen Qingyi gritted his teeth, with anger in his voice: "Qiao Zong, I will tell you the business."

"Then you tell me." Qiao Zong was as steady as Taishan, and before Shen Qing translated his anger, his breathing didn't mess up: "Dad, listen."

Shen Qingyi took a few deep breaths and said coldly: "Hang up."

Qiao Zong smirked in his throat and joked: "Shen Qing translated, just kidding, why are you really angry with your brother?"

"...Okay," Shen Qingyi suppressed her temper and said patiently: "I will treat you as a joke."

"Ang." Qiao Zong's slender fingers turned the fuselage, his tone lazily, unable to hear the slightest sincerity: "I'm really kidding."

"Qiao Zong, tomorrow Shen Xizhi's birthday, you come the day after tomorrow." Shen Qingyi told him.

Shen Xizhi: "???"

Qiao Zong was silent for a while.

Shen Qing translated and asked: "Did you hear me, brother?"

"I heard it." Qiao Zong responded, "Give me a reason."

"Isn't she asking for your address yesterday? I'm not helping you and solving your troubles?" Shen Qing translated naturally: "You don't like women to pester you."

"Why don't I know?" Qiao Zong was inexplicable: "When did I not like women to pester me?"

Shen Qing's translation is very impatient: "Always."

"Take an example." Qiao Zong said.

"Aren't you misogynistic?" Shen Qing's tone was not very good, and she was a little rushed: "What other example?"

Qiao Zong said for a while: "...no misogyny."

"Oh." Shen Qing's translation didn't care much: "Anyway, don't come over tomorrow. You will come back after tomorrow. Shen Xizhi is very annoying. If she really likes you, it will be enough for you to have a headache."

"But I don't think it's okay." Qiao chuckled, slightly cheerful: "Your sister is very likable."

"I didn't ask you what you think of Shen Xizhi." Shen Qingyi said bluntly, but said something like a knife: "The key is you, are you worthy of Shen Xizhi?"

Shen Xizhi blinked: "...?"

Where is Qiao Zong not worthy of her? !

Qiao Zong didn't hang up the phone like last time, but instead asked, "Am I okay?"

"How are you?" Shen Qing translated Yin and Yang Weiqi: "You are looking for someone else, not Shen Xizhi."

Qiao Zong patiently said: "Translated by Shen Qing, I think I'm okay, I don't say that my character is very..."

"Of course, I can't care if you want to find Shen Xizhi." Shen Qingyi interrupted him, and said awkwardly: "I am not familiar with Shen Xizhi."

Shen Xizhi opened her mouth in surprise.

Qiao Zong threw the phone on the sofa, and said in a cold voice, "I like your sister quite a lot."

"Get off." Shen Qing translated very rudely: "You'd better stay away from her."

Qiao Zong: "Why?"

"She lives like a silly person, and it's good to be happy every day." Shen Qingyi took a sip: "If I followed you, would I play a sadomasochistic idol drama with you that day?"

Qiao Zong's expression froze, he pressed his fingers on his temples, and let out a sigh of relief, "It seems to be too."

What is it, it seems to be? !

Shen Xizhi stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Zong's shoulder.

Qiao Zong was not frightened, he turned his face calmly, and the little girl bent over and leaned on his side, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, staring at her fiercely.

Qiao Zong's eyebrows were still frowning, and his eyes seemed to be filled with lingering gloom, but at the moment he saw her, he slowly opened his eyebrows.

He lip-synched and asked: What's wrong?

Shen Xizhi pursed her mouth, tilted her head, and kissed his side of the cheek. After the kiss, she put her lips to Qiao Zong's ear and called him: "Brother Qiao Zong."

Qiao Zong was taken aback for a moment, only to feel his ears numb and itchy, but there was another tingling sweetness.

Shen Xizhi opened her mouth and bit his earlobe, and the girl's warm tongue pressed against it.

Qiao Zong's fingers curled up, breathing hard.

Shen Qingyi is still talking: "That's right, she's good to be a fool. Don't harm her, you know?"

With fingertips pinching the palm of his hand deeply, Qiao Zong almost exhausted his will to endure the tingling sensation like an electric shock.

In fact, Shen Xizhi's biting is very out of order.

But it is this youthfulness and tenderness that makes it difficult for people to hold on to themselves.

Shen Qing translated: "Qiao Zong?"

Shen Qing translated: "Why don't you speak?"

Shen Qing translated: "Are you dumb?"

Shen Qing translated: "Zongzi?"

His voice chattered endlessly.

Qiao Zong stretched out his hand, picked up the phone, and pressed his finger on the hang-up button.

Hang up Shen Qing's translation directly.

Shen Xizhi spit out his earlobe.

Qiao Zong raised his eyes and glanced at her sideways, with some blame in his eyes.

Shen Xizhi: "?"

The girl's blush was red, she carried a shoulder bag on her shoulders, her long hair fell on her shoulders, the tips of her hair were slightly curled, and her eyes were wet.

Joe's Adam's apple rolled up and down, depressed and restrained: "Bite again."

Shen Xizhi was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Staring at the girl's red lips, Qiao Zong's eyes were dark, and he muttered, "Zhizhi, bite my ear."

Shen Xizhi subconsciously followed his words, opened her mouth, and bit his earlobe with her teeth.

"Is that so?" she asked, tilting her head.

This clear water-like "bite" is simply teasing.

Qiao Zong squeezed her chin with his hand and stared at her for a while, only to laugh, and joked: "How did you bite?"

Shen Xizhi pursed her lips, looking at him as innocently as possible.

"Huh?" Qiao Zong raised her face and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Xizhi's flushed face at the moment seemed to be bloodshot, and the water in her eyes seemed to overflow.

Qiao couldn't stand her pitiful appearance.

Both make people feel soft.

But it also made people want to send a ruthless ravaged.

"Shen Qing asked you to ignore me," Shen Xizhi flattened her mouth and said aggrieved: "You say yes."

"I didn't." Qiao Zong retorted immediately.

"You have." Shen Xizhi held his eyes wide of him, "you said, it seems so."

"Brother said casually." Qiao Zong helplessly raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of her eye: "Don't take it seriously."

Shen Xizhi grabbed his hand, "No way."

Qiao Zong: "What?"

Shen Xizhi pushed his four fingers away, and hit Qiao Zong's left palm with the other hand. She said solemnly, "It's not okay to talk about it."

It didn't take much effort for the little girl to hit someone, and Qiao Zong didn't feel the pain.

But it seemed that someone took a feather and tickled it on the tip of his heart. Qiao Zong's dark eyes looked at her, his eyes gloomy.

The morning sun came in from the door, and the floor reflected bright light, illuminating the little fluff on the girl's face clearly.

The girl in front of her was so dazzling that she couldn't bear to destroy it.

I just want to bring the beauty of the world to her eyes.

Qiao Zong didn't answer her, but just let go of the hand that clamped her chin.

Shen Xizhi let go of his hand bulgingly, raised his hand to twist Qiao Zong's ears, and asked in a crying voice, "Did you hear?"

The action of twisting the ears is the same as the palm of the hand just now, all light and fluttering.

It's not like punishment, it's like flirting.

"I heard it." Qiao Zong licked his lips and said with a smile: "Girlfriend, why are you so fierce?"

Shen Xizhi's hands twisted his ears and immediately let go. The girl's eyes moved, and she asked with a guilty conscience: "Is it very, very fierce?"

Qiao Zong: "Yeah."

"Just, it's okay." Shen Xizhi swallowed, and defended: "It's just average."

"What?" Qiao Zong didn't understand.

Shen Xizhi glanced at him, and said with no confidence: "I am not very fierce. At this fierce level, I am not top-notch at all."

Qiao Zong: "..."

Qiao burst into laughter, he touched his earlobe with his hand, and said casually: "Well, we Zhizhi, the level of murderers is very average."

Shen Xizhi choked.

"However," Qiao Zong rubbed her head and said gently, "Even if Zhizhi is so fierce, my brother likes it."

Shen Xizhi snorted, stood up straight on the armrest of the sofa, and muttered, "Then why do you still have to say that to Shen Qing."

"Brother said the wrong thing." Qiao Zong had a good attitude: "Don't be angry."

"Will you still say this kind of thing in the future?" The little girl babbled at him fiercely. It seemed that if Qiao Zong dared to say the word "will", she was about to fight him.

"No." Qiao Zong couldn't laugh or cry, touched his nose, and caught a glimpse of the bag on her shoulder: "Going home?"

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi said, "I bought a ticket for an hour, and I will go back later."

Qiao constricted his eyes, his voice was a little chilly: "Leave so soon?"

"I'm going home this afternoon." Shen Xizhi explained: "Tomorrow is my birthday."

"Eighteenth birthday." Qiao curled his lips, don't mean to taste: "Zhizhi's coming-of-age ceremony. In the future, if you fall in love, it will not be regarded as a puppy love."

"Boyfriend," Shen Xizhi pulled down the strap of his schoolbag and asked uncertainly: "Will you go?"

Qiao Zong's expression was gentle: "Of course."

Qiao Zong drove her to the airport.

Shen Xizhi held her schoolbag and looked down at the skirt on her body. I wanted to ask Qiao Zong how he knew his size, but he didn't dare to ask.

When parking, Joe suddenly unfastened his seat belt and leaned over.

The lights in the parking lot are a bit dim, and the lights inside the car are dim.

Qiao Zong's face was close at hand.

Looking at the beautiful face in front of her, Shen Xizhi's breathing was stagnant, and she tilted her head back, "What...what are you doing?"

The tip of Qiao Zong's nose almost touched her.

The unique light mint fragrance and bitter medicinal scent on his body captured Shen Xizhi's whole body.

Qiao Zong's voice was nasal and heavy: "Girlfriend, I have a question."

"You, you ask." Shen Xizhi's tongue was a little dry, and she dared not breathe too loudly.

"Why did Zhizhi cry when I said that?" Qiao Zong asked, his eyes soft, but in a declarative tone, "I can't bear my brother so reluctant."