Chapter 337: Wo Xian is such a funny little cutie
After sending Liao Yan home, Qian Mian walked slowly in the boulevard beside the district gate, killing time.
It is very close to the attached middle school, and within a few minutes you can reach the gate of the attached middle school. Although it is Sunday at this time, there are still many students in the school to review independently.
She was thinking about things in her heart, and her steps were very heavy and slow.
As a result, his ears were amazing, and he ignored the sound of jingle bells behind him.
The boy riding a bicycle behind him never thought that she hadn't heard it, so he didn't slow down.
Seeing that he was about to collide, the boy made a cry.
Qian's vacant eyes had the focus, and the next second, when he felt his arm tighten, the person was pulled onto the sidewalk.
She suddenly regained consciousness, and then realized that she had walked down the driveway.
Fortunately, there are no cars, only one bicycle crookedly stepped into the autumn sunshine.
Smelling the familiar smell, she didn't look back, but said: "Why are you here?"
Feng Xian didn't conceal: "I came to you specifically."
She still didn't look at him, but her eyes didn't have the lowness that came out when a person walked just now, and she seemed very calm.
"looking for me?"
Her hand accidentally grabbed two privet leaves, and with a little effort, the tender green leaves were twisted into a string of mud between her fingertips.
"Are there any special arrangements today?" he asked.
Qianmiao said casually: "No, but I want to be alone."
"Do you want to go home for dinner at night?" he asked softly.
After listening for a while, unable to understand the purpose of his trip, Qian Miao finally turned to look at him.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed.
Afterwards, an unconscious smile fainted in his eyes, faint, but really embarrassing.
The picture slowly turned to the man in front of him.
He stood in the fragmentary sunlight with a layer of natural filter on his face, and the red ugly nose looked more and more funny under the contrast of the filter.
And he didn't seem to think he was funny at all. He stood upright, tall, with soft eyes, like a gentleman.
Qianmiao pulled the corner of her mouth, and then recovered her calm: "It suits you well."
Although it is too different from his usual style of painting, it is inexplicably harmonious.
This sense of humor just neutralized his inherent indifference
Listening to her, Feng Xian touched the red object on her nose and said, "If there is nothing wrong, go home and relax."
Qian Miao was taken aback, looked at him, and said, "You came here to be with me?"
He met his kind eyes, squinted slightly, and said: "Your Aunt Wan misses you very much."
Qianmiao knew it all at once, thinking that it must be Qiao Shiwan's task for him.
But...this nose shouldn't be.
She thought about it, and planned to go back to her house this weekend, and nodded.
When she was sitting in the closed car, her eyes suddenly lit up.
The back seat is actually covered with all kinds of snacks, the snacks are surrounded by flowers, just looking at it can arouse her appetite.
Feng Xian took a candy in his hand. It was a colorful lollipop in the shape of a love heart. What's more special was that there was an English word in the center of love: happy.
He peeled off the icing with his own hands and handed it to her: "Dessert before meal."
Qianmiao looked at him and took it silently, just staring at the lollipop, nothing to say.
Amazingly, the heavy feeling in her heart is gradually disappearing.
It is much more comfortable than being alone.
(Is my string warm? Just ask you, is it warm?! If it's not warm, I will continue to heat him!)
