Xiao Yiheng wanted to call Qi Xia from behind, but Qi Xia turned a corner and wanted to walk across the road. Because he knew that Xiao Yiheng was following behind, he was still angry with Xiao Yi, so he speeded up and did not look at both sides of the road. He went straight across. The drivers on both sides of the road braked and honked their horns, and stuck their heads out of the car window to curse.

Xiao Yiheng frowned across the street and shouted, "Qi Xia, you don't have your life. If you are angry, you're angry. What kind of life is it to joke about? Then, stand there and don't move."

Qi Xia stood across the road, turned her head to look at Xiao Yiheng. Xiao Yiheng sighed, ran to the other side of the road helplessly, and reached out to pinch Qi Xia's face.

Xiao Yiheng tilted his head to look at Qi Xia's face: "You really have a headache for me. Give me the schoolbag, I'll take it for you, and walk home."

Qi Xia gave Xiao Yiheng's schoolbag, but said nothing. Xiao Yiheng took her over and asked her to walk inside him.

When they arrived at home, the mother Qi and mother Xiao were waiting outside the door early, and the two of them were waiting.

Xiao’s mother: “Hey, Xia Xia, what’s wrong with Xiaobao? Why are your eyes red? Come and tell your aunt, is it Xiao Yiheng bullying you?”

Qi Xia held Xiao’s mother’s hand and smiled: “If you don’t have an aunt, you just feel uncomfortable in your eyes and rub them with your hands.”

Xiao’s mother and Qi’s mother pulled Qi Xia into the house. Before Xiao’s mother entered the house, she rolled her eyes at Xiao Yiheng.

Xiao’s mother would say, “Come in by yourself.” As she said that, she pulled Qi Xia into the house again, leaving Xiao Yiheng to sigh helplessly, sighing whether this was her own mother.

Xiao’s father, who was carrying an apron and serving dishes on the table, said, “Oh, Xia Xia, I’m back. Go and wash your hands quickly and have a meal. You can bring Changchang, uncle’s craftsmanship, and this tomato sauce prawn is specially made for you.”

Qi Xia: "Is that so? Then I can take a little more." As he said that, he stood at the dining table, pinched one with his hands, put it in his mouth, and licked his fingers with an unsatisfactory feeling.

Hearing the sound of the father, he poked his head out of the kitchen: "My daughter is back, wash your hands quickly, the meal is ready soon, why didn't you see Yiheng?"

Xiao Yiheng folded his hands on his chest and leaned lazily on the sofa: "Finally someone remembered me!"

Qi's mother: "Look, I forgot Yiheng, hurry up, go wash your hands with Xia Xia." As she said that, she pushed Xiao Yiheng's shoulder and leaned against Qi Xia, "Go quickly, go quickly."

Xiao’s mother, who was serving the food, looked up at the two of them: “Look at them, it’s great, it’s great.”

Qi’s mother: “Yes, how great it is, these two.”

Xiao Yiheng: "I will squeeze your hand sanitizer for you and reach out."

Qi Xia avoided: "No."

Xiao Yiheng: "Are you still angry? Let's reach out."

Qi Xia: "It's said no...use."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yiheng pulled Qi Xia's hand over and placed it under the hand sanitizer. After squeezing, he put her hand in his hand, rubbed it gently, then washed it, and helped him to dry it carefully. Qi Xia didn't dare to look at him throughout the whole process, and his face was almost bleeding.

Xiao Yiheng's voice was a little hoarse. While wiping carefully, he said, "Qi Xia, I'm sorry, don't be angry. Tomorrow, I'll buy you a bag, invite you to have milk tea, buy you potato chips, lime flavor, buy you matcha cake, are you still angry? Hum?"

As he said that, he reached out to pinch Qi Xia's face, hung a towel, and rubbed Qi Xia's head, "Well, are you still angry?" His voice was soft, and it sounded like he was scratching his heart with his feathers.

Qi Xia looked up at Xiao Yiheng's deep eyes: "I'm not angry."

Xiao Yiheng looked down at Qi Xia, and his big, clear and bright eyes were confused in his heart. He stared for a few seconds and coughed twice awkwardly, but he didn't hear what she was saying just now, just: "Oh, go eat, little girl."

As he said that, his lips were raised, revealing a neatly tidy white teeth.

Qi Xia: "Hey, wait for me, Hengheng."

Xiao Yiheng held his lips: "Okay, I'll walk slowly and wait for you."

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The author has something to say: "Yeah, Hengheng helps his wife wash their hands, Xiaoah, Hengheng is really good at flirting."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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