Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Ying Qianxi looked at Huang Qingdie's blush and wondered, "What's wrong? Is it a little hot and the sun is shining?"

Huang Qingdie was asked by Qian Qianxi, covering her face, feeling that her face was hotter.

She can't always say that she missed what he thought?

Especially those scenes, all outlined in her mind, how she said so embarrassed.

Huang Qingdie had a lot of words, and he didn't know what to say.

Ying Qianxi reached out and touched her forehead. "No fever? Really hot?"

Ying Qianxi looked at Huang Qingdie to herself, all worried.

Then, Ying Qianxi took Huang Qingdie to a cold drink shop and ordered a drink to make Huang Qingdie drink.

"Is it better now?"

The more Huang Qingdie was treated by Ying Qianxi, the less he dared to look at Ying Qianxi.

She wanted to say aloud, you are next to me, I naturally blush easily.

But she was still reserved, and she continued to drink cold drinks, thinking about cold, her face would not be red or hot.

"feelling better?"

Huang Qingdie nodded, "Well, better, I'm fine, maybe it's really my skin is relatively thin."

"I'll buy you a hat and wear it on the road later."

"No, no, I'm fine like this."

"Fool, treat yourself better."

Ying Qianxi's tone, when Huang Qingdie heard it, it was the tone of love, which made her very useful and had a feeling of being petted.

All day long, Huang Qingdie was really spoiled by all kinds of care.

When finally going back, Huang Qingdie sat on the co-pilot, all reluctant.

In fact, she didn't want to go back, and wanted to stay with Ying Qianxi for a while, but this kind of mentality and thoughts, how could Huang Qingdie say so.

And she doesn't know now whether Ying Qianxi treats her as a little sister.

Huang Qingdie glanced down quietly at herself, and the development was also developed, which is still expected.

Ying Qianxi drove along the road, feeling Huang Qingdie's silence, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired of playing today?"

Hearing this sentence, Huang Qingdie hurriedly sat up straight, "No, no, not tired."

Seeing Huang Qingdie like this, Ying Qianxi couldn't help laughing, "silly girl, tell me when you're tired, or you sleep in the car for a while."

Huang Qingdie shook his head, "Not sleepy, not tired."

She is really not tired or sleepy, but she has an inexhaustible energy throughout her body.

Because I play with the people I like, I am particularly energetic.

Ying Qianxi said softly: "It's better to be younger."

Huang Qingdie listened to this sentence, feeling a little sad, "You are also young."

"Silly girl, I am many years older than you."

"But I don't think it's big."

Hearing this sentence, Ying Qianxi turned his head and looked deeply at Huang Qingdie. There seemed to be some light in his eyes.

Huang Qingdie was looked at with such focused eyes, and his heartbeat accelerated, what should I do? It was even more dry, and the heart jumped fast.

"Really don't feel big?"

Huang Qingdie shook his head, "No, only a few years old."

Huang Qingdie didn't know why. These dialogues were always a bit ambiguous, which made her a little embarrassed, just like confession.

There was a moment of silence and a moment of ambiguity in the car.

Both of them did not speak and were silent.

Ying Qianxi seemed to be thinking about something with a deep vision.

After a while, he reached out and gently touched Huang Qingdie's cheek.

Huang Qingdie watched him leaning over, and wanted to close her eyes, wondering if it would be a kiss.

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