Suddenly remembering the time he cheated the little girl out of a meal, Jiang Cong looked at her serious joke and smiled softly.

She gave a reason in this way, and Jiang Cong didn't ask any more questions.

The two people sat quietly, silent to each other.

Li Xingchen's eyes fell on the cat lying at her feet. Its head was resting on her slippers. The soft and beautiful hair made her couldn't help but reach out and stroke it a few times.

Jiang Tiechui meowed comfortably and rubbed his head against her slippers.

Only Jiang Cong knew that it would be harder to touch this fat cat than to reach the sky. He sneered softly.

Seeing that it didn't resist, Li Xingchen simply picked it up on his lap, but he underestimated its weight and didn't pick it up the first two times.

Jiang Tiechui may be a little embarrassed, and his barking is not so rampant. Li Xingchen moved gently, and after touching it for a while, he felt that the cat looked familiar. After recalling it carefully, he vaguely remembered that it seemed to be the cause of the fight when he peeped at it and was found.

Li Xingchen turned around and Jiang Cong was looking at her, "Is this your cat?"

Jiang Cong glanced at Jiang Tiechui, who was happily nestling in the little girl's arms, and said "hmm" reluctantly and inexplicably a little sourly in his throat.

"Meow." Not to be outdone, Jiang Tiechui gave him a look that was three parts proud, three parts provocative, and four parts tea art.

So Jiang Cong held his grudge and remained silent for the time being. He got up when he was taking a nap while being served.

"Let's take you for a ride."

Li Xingchen looked up at him, and before he could speak, Jiang Tiechui was lifted off his lap, and Jiang Tiechui yelled at him angrily.

Jiang ignored him and walked towards the motorcycle with long legs.

Li Xingchen was stunned for two seconds, put on his coat, and followed him obediently without asking any questions.

Jiang Cong took out a black spare helmet from under the car seat and put it on her.

The helmet was a bit too big and looked out of place on her little head, like a cute big-headed doll with a pair of bright eyes hidden inside, staring at him.

Jiang Cong was suddenly amused, and he tapped her head with his index finger. Li Xingchen saw him smiling easily, and he breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. He also laughed, his eyes curled up.

Jiang Cong put on his helmet, stepped onto the car, tilted his head slightly and said to her: "Come up."

Li Xingchen didn't know where to get off his legs, so he climbed up awkwardly holding on to the car seat.

The distance was a bit close. Li Xingchen looked at the boy's broad shoulders and the smooth lines of his shoulders and neck. After pausing for a few seconds, she stretched out her finger and poked his shoulder. Her soft voice was muffled in the helmet: "I...

.Where is my hand?"

Jiang never responded. Li Xingchen thought he hadn't heard and was about to ask again. Unexpectedly, the motorcycle suddenly accelerated forward and braked suddenly. She leaned forward and hit his strong and hard back.

Back, arms subconsciously tightened around his waist.

Pressing against his back, Li Xingchen instantly stiffened and froze. The blush under his helmet went from light to deep in just a few seconds.

Two soft touches were clearly felt on his back. Jiang Cong's body also stiffened. He tightened his grip on the handlebars, his Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered "fuck".

How could he forget this?

The two of them froze in inexplicable silence for a while. Jiang Cong slightly turned his head to answer her question: "Help here."

"...oh."

It seemed that he didn't notice, Li Xingchen took a breath.

The boy's waist and abdomen are so thin and powerful that even Li Xingchen's hands that dare not move can feel the tight and clear lines of the texture.

It feels pretty good in the hand.

Li Xingchen thought guiltily that he couldn't think like this, and kept repeating in his mind, "Don't touch what's inappropriate, don't touch what's inappropriate..."

She quietly clenched her hands into fists.

Jiang Cong noticed her little movement, looked down at her delicate little hands, and curled his lower lip.

He said lazily: "Hold tight, I'm cold."

Li Xingchen: "..."

It was only after driving far away from the street that Li Xingchen remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, and said quickly: "Jiang Cong, your cat..."

His voice was carried by the retreating wind, "Can't throw it away."

Li Xingchen: "..."

Jiang Tiechui, who was thrown on the spot, had all his white hair exploded.

Because he was in an urban area and he had a little girl with him, Jiang Cong didn't move too fast.

After a while, the motorcycle broke away from the dense traffic flow that formed a river of lights and shadows, and the motorcycle boarded the central bridge across the Cangjiang River. The bridge body is magnificent and gorgeous, and the bridge lights are shining brightly.

The speed slowly increased, and the colorful neon lights reflected the tall buildings on both sides of the river, retreating rapidly.

In a daze, Li Xingchen felt as if she had entered a certain movie. The howling wind was clearly in her ears, but she felt it was very unreal.

In the past, I could get through the situation alone, but now I always meet Jiang Cong unexpectedly.

Maybe the person who suddenly broke into my life was unreal to begin with.

Jiang Cong parked his motorcycle by the bridge, and the two of them slowly walked along the sidewalks on both sides of the bridge to the center of the bridge.

He turned sideways and hung his arms on the bridge railing, looking at the bustling night view of the city without speaking.

However, Li Xingchen automatically blurred the night scene and stared at his calm side face. She knew that he was in a bad mood, so she moved closer to him and comforted him in her own way.

The tiny figures standing side by side on the two bridges said nothing. After blowing in the wind on the bridge for a while, Jiang Cong put his hands in his pockets and walked back, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Li Xingchen stood there, looking at his back without moving.

Jiang Cong walked a few steps and found that no one was following her. He turned back and stared at her for a few seconds, "What's wrong?"

"I can't go back." Li Xingchen lowered his eyes and took a few steps forward, "Jiang Cong, I don't want to go back either."

Jiang Congmo paused, looking at her hanging head and her hair being messed up by the wind. The little girl's low tone made him feel uncomfortable.

After a long while, he asked in a strange way: "Then come back with me?"

After saying this, he immediately felt that this was very inappropriate. The girl didn't want to go home late at night. He should at least give her a few more words of advice.

"That, I mean..."

"Is that okay?" Before he could finish his explanation, he saw the little girl raising her head, looking at him with bright eyes, and asked tentatively.

Jiang Cong: "..."

He was stunned for a few seconds, tilted his head and smiled, then walked over and bent down so that his eyes were level with hers, "Hey, am I too good-looking, or are you too big-hearted?"

Li Xingchen looked directly into his eyes, looked at his face carefully at a close distance, thought for a while and said, "To be honest, you look a bit fierce, and you are not a good person in the traditional sense."

Jiang Cong: "..."

She then smiled again, "But Jiang Cong, I believe you."

"Li Xingchen." He called her lazily.

"ah?"

"I don't have any good intentions for you." He smiled and told the truth.

Li Xingchen was slightly startled, then thought again, "I have to listen to what you have to say."

Jiang Cong: "?"

The little girl added softly: "Just ignore this sentence."
Chapter completed!