President Ba’s Little Rose

Shen Xizhi couldn't get away from those arms, and an angry mood rose from the bottom of her heart. She gritted her teeth and stared at the endless traffic on the side of the road for a moment, "Mr. Joe, please let go."

Qiao Zong didn't move, his arm was tight against her waist, as if to rub her into his arms.

Shen Xizhi's earlobe was bitten, his teeth were knocked into the flesh, and his voice was vague: "Not loose."

Shen Xizhi pushed him harder.

His arms seemed to be fixed on her body, his breath sprayed on the side of her ears, and his teeth were rubbing against her earlobes, painful but numb.

Lu Ningsheng rolled up his sleeves and frowned, "Sir, please let go."

Qiao Zong's teeth loosened, and his lips were still stained with bright water stains, and his lips were reddish in color. In the slightly dim light, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Lu Ningsheng.

The boy in front of him has a pair of peach eyes that are very similar to him, and the eyebrows are somewhat similar. However, the look of the boy was much more vivid than that of him, and when he was angry, he also had a smell of natural sunlight.

Qiao Zong squinted his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, even stingy on saying a word with the boy.

He bent down indifferently, with his arms passing through Shen Xizhi's knees, bringing the girl's legs up, without any explanation, the muscles of his arms pushed her up and hugged her sideways.

Before she could react, Shen Xizhi's feet suddenly hung in the air, her neck leaned back due to inertia, and the scene in front of her changed rapidly. When she raised her eyes, she could only see Qiao Zong's jaw.

His face is undoubtedly handsome, and his jaw line is smooth, sharp and angular from her point of view.

Reason tells her that she should struggle, but her body has already taken a step forward, holding Qiao Zong's neck.

Shen Xizhi suddenly woke up, she stretched out her hand to push.

However, the strength of men and women is very different, not to mention that Qiao Zong didn't even plan to let her go. She couldn't push him away.

Qiao Zong hugged her and walked in the direction of the car, and Lu Ningsheng chased her behind him.

The boy opened his arms and stopped in front of Qiao Zong: "Sir, what are you going to do? Please let go of Xizhi!"

Qiao Zong pulled the corners of his lips indifferently, and asked, "You call her Xizhi?"

"Is there a problem?" The man's expression was dark and frightening. Lu Ningsheng tried his best to keep his mind steady, without moving his arm by an inch: "What do I call her, Mr. Guan, what are you doing?"

Qiao Zong's icy gaze fell on him. After a while, he lowered his head and kissed Shen Xizhi's cheek.

Shen Xizhi was stunned, and raised his hand to touch her cheek.

After that, the little girl struggled more violently, her kick hit Qiao Zong, and her hand pushed Qiao Zong's heart.

It's a pity that the man's body is like a copper wall, and she can't get rid of it at all.

"I'm her man," Qiao Zong said, "We quarreled."

When Lu Ningsheng heard the words, his eyes widened instantly, and he asked in disbelief, "Wh, what? Boy, boyfriend?!" He turned his head and asked Shen Xizhi: "School girl, do you have a boyfriend?"

Then why did you still accept his confession just now? Isn't this just playing with his feelings?

Shen Xizhi's struggling hand stopped suddenly.

She rolled her eyes blankly, and looked at Qiao Zong blankly.

She didn't understand what this person meant.

He is the one who says he can't like her, and the one who says she is a man is also him.

When Shen Xizhi changed his mind, it occurred to him that Qiao Zong made such a vow that evening, but in the end he failed her.

The thoughts that had been slowing down suddenly tightened.

Shen Xizhi replied blankly: "Lu Ningsheng, I don't have a boyfriend. You call the police. This person is a hooligan."

The hand pinching her waist suddenly tightened, and the soft flesh of Shen Xizhi's waist was pinched so painful, her delicate eyebrows twitched, and she couldn't help cursing, "Qiao Zong, be gentle!"

Qiao Zong's eyes were drooping, the corners of his lips were cold and faint, and he raised his eyebrows slowly at her.

He asked nonchalantly: "Pain?"

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi didn't want to pay attention to him, but subconsciously replied in his sight.

Qiao Zong turned around holding her, walked around Lu Ningsheng, sarcastically: "I still know the pain."

He said so, but the hand on her waist gradually loosened.

Shen Xizhi's eyelashes trembled, feeling his cold tenderness, and she lowered her eyes.

She couldn't see through this man.

When Lu Ningsheng listened to the two of them, he also felt a sense of smell.

He didn't follow up again, instead he stood by the side of the road and waited for the rental. After waiting for the car, he turned his head and looked in Shen Xizhi's direction.

The man has unusually handsome eyebrows and an elegant temperament, while the girl in his arms is petite and cleverly wrapped around his neck.

The two looked like a match made in heaven.

It's just that the two of them didn't look right, and they probably quarreled.

Lu Ningsheng remembered what the girl said when he was in the private room, that he had loved a scumbag.

At the same time, the girl promised that this kind of thing would never happen a second time.

But at this moment, Lu Ningsheng felt that the "scum" in Shen Xizhi's mouth was most likely to refer to this man.

Shen Xizhi was put into the car by Qiao.

Qiao Zong closed the car door, and as soon as he walked away, the door was opened by Shen Xizhi from inside.

Qiao Zong took a step back, stretched out his hand to press the side of the car door, and cast his eyes down, his black eyes staring at her deeply.

"What the **** are you going to do?" Shen Xizhi asked gritted teeth: "We have all broken up, don't come to pester me."

"Break up?" Qiao Zong smiled gently and tilted his head. "Who said that? And, my brother didn't agree."

How much I liked him before, how disgusted it is now.

Shen Xizhi frowned in disgust: "I unilaterally broke up with you."

"Hold my contact information, Zhizhi, you are fine." Qiao Zong's tone seemed to be complimenting something. He pressed his fingers hard, pushed his elbows inward, and closed the door.

After he had walked a few steps, Shen Xizhi continued to reach out to open the door.

It was discovered that the door of the car was locked and couldn't be opened no matter what.

She raised her head, and Joe stood in front of the car, the light was bright, and his figure was clearly illuminated. A bunch of keys was hooked on his index finger, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent. Seeing Shen Xizhi's look over, he shook the car keys in his hand.

Shen Xizhi became angry and stopped trying to struggle.

She was not afraid of what Qiao Zong would do to herself, because she believed that a scumbag like Qiao Zong would not take the initiative to offend the Shen family. But when he thinks of sharing a car with this person, Shen Xizhi feels wronged.

Qiao Zong pulled the car door and got into the car.

He sat in the driver's seat, turned off the headlights in front of the car, and restarted the engine.

The car drove forward smoothly.

The last time Qiao Zong drove her to pick her up, it was on the streets of Beijing late at night.

He fought for her once.

Shen Xizhi held his chin and turned his head to look out of the car window. After a long time, he asked without ups and downs, "Where to go?"

Qiao Zong didn't answer, but instead asked, "Who is that person."

"Who?" Shen Xizhi deserved very mechanized.

"That boy." Qiao Zong said, "The boy who confessed to you."

"He's doing it with Qing." Shen Xizhi's lips moved.

Qiao smiled, and said casually: "Brother wants to know."

Shen Xizhi tilted her head and blinked the right eye, looking at him only with her left eye. Then, she opened her right eye and smiled absurdly: "Qiao Zong, do you want a face?"

"Yes." Qiao Zong answered flatly.

"Then you let me get out of the car." Shen Xizhi said.

There is a crossroad ahead.

red light.

Qiao Zong stopped the car. As soon as the car stopped steadily, Shen Xizhi went to open the door.

"It's useless," Qiao Zong said, "I closed the door to death."

Shen Xizhi's hand stopped for a moment and then retracted.

She sat back in the passenger seat, with her waist straight, and a small yellow light on her head. She looked straight ahead and asked plainly: "Well, what do you want me to do?"

A hand appeared in the corner of his eye.

The five fingers of the hand were long and slender, the skin on the back of the hand was fair, and a small box was lying in the palm of the hand.

Black velvet box.

Shen Xizhi took a look and guessed what it was.

It's just such things as necklaces and bracelets.

She was so uninterested, she didn't reach out to pick it up, with her face on the back of her hand, and softly reminded Qiao Zong: "It's green light, it's time to drive."

The car parked behind began to whistle, urging them anxiously.

Qiao Zong put the velvet box on her lap, with a low voice: "Open it and take a look."

He put his hands on the steering wheel again and started to drive.

The scenery outside the car window was constantly changing, and Shen Xizhi watched the street lights passing by with complex emotions. Because of the speed of the car, it seemed to be a long bright line.

"Don't open it for a look?"

In the long silence, Qiao Zong's voice floated over.

Shen Xizhi lowered her eyes and opened the small box boredly.

Then, he was stunned by the flash of light.

What's in the box is neither a necklace nor a bracelet.

It is a small platinum ring with a beautiful diamond ring.

Shen Xizhi's fingers trembled slightly, and she didn't even dare to reach out to touch the ring.

The heart that had been silent for a long time, at this moment, began to jump uncontrollably again.

She pursed her lips slowly, her expression stiff: "What is this?"

Qiao tilted his head and glanced at her, "The ring."

"What are you doing with this?" Shen Xizhi asked flatly.

"A present for the eighteenth birthday." Qiao Zong turned the steering wheel, and the car turned to the right. His face was half-cleared by the lights, and his voice was ambiguous: "I wanted to propose to you."

Shen Xizhi forgot to blink his eyes, and stopped breathing, "Huh?"

"I didn't expect to meet your parents." Qiao Zong continued, "Sorry, Xi Zhi."

Shen Xizhi bit her lip, the pain was sobering, she blinked her eyes, and tried to reason: "You said, you can't like me."

Qiao Zong called her name: "Shen Xizhi."

The car stopped in a small alley, and Qiao Zong raised his hand and turned off the lights on the roof.

The surrounding area fell into darkness when the brakes were stopped, and only a light moonlight came in from the car window.

"Yeah." Shen Xizhi didn't move, staring at the plain white ring.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Zong said.

Shen Xizhi stayed for a while: "?"

There was a slight dazedness in her eyes.

"I shouldn't make a decision for you." Qiao leaned on the seat, tilted his head, those peach eyes looked charming in the dim, he said: "I have encountered a bad thing, I'm afraid it hurts. You, but I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I think that the decision on this matter should be yours."

Shen Xizhi's eyelids twitched, and then said, "What's the matter?"

"If tomorrow I will die," Qiao Zong put his hand on the handrail in the middle, leaning over, and said in a low, dumb voice: "Are you still willing to be with me?"

Shen Xizhi closed her eyes, "I don't know."

Qiao Zong's throat overflowed with a very light laugh, and he laughed at himself: "I am not in good health, and I may die at any time. Xi Zhi, like before, I am afraid that you will be sad. If, some options, you are still willing to be with me. ?"