Lu Xixin retracted her legs and planned to stay away from Shen Jiayao.
However, before she could make a move, Shen Jiayao had already moved away and was no longer close to her.
This man is so skillful in his ability to control things, always maintaining a boundary that can annoy her but not completely offend her.
Lu Xixin is not a fool. Although she has no experience in love, there are many couples in the school. She has seen them many times, so she knows what is going on. Besides, it is not necessarily the more you talk about love, the more you will understand.
Smart people like Lu Xixin can immediately detect the essence even if they haven't had a real discussion.
She can probably understand Shen Jiayao's thoughts.
A man flirts with a woman for no reason, what else could it be?
Lu Xixin is not interested in Shen Jiayao. Because of Shen Nianxi's relationship, she doesn't want the relationship between them to be too complicated, so she plans to be more direct and tell him that she is not interested in him.
After thinking for a moment and organizing his words in his mind, Lu Xixin raised his eyes and was about to speak.
But a man's pleasant voice came to my ears.
"Ms. Lu, I'm sorry just now."
The man's tone was light and a little cold, completely different from the previous voice, and he seemed to have distanced himself from her all of a sudden.
Lu Xixin was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he changed so instantly. She just opened her beautiful phoenix eyes and looked at him in confusion.
Shen Jiayao's gaze moved half a circle on her eyes, and then moved away, becoming a little erratic, as if he was looking at others through her: "Miss Lu is very much like an old friend of mine, that's why I lost my temper just now."
"Old friend?" Lu Xixin glanced at Shen Nianxi opposite. The old friend Shen Jiayao mentioned should be little Nianxi's mother.
There are various speculations about Shen Nianxi's mother, but the most common speculation is that this person has died.
After all, that was the time when the Shen family was competing for the most intense position, and Shen Jiayao would inevitably not be able to take care of him.
Thinking of this, Lu Xixin softened her heart and began to feel sorry for the little boy without a mother. At the same time, she was also a little embarrassed and felt that she was being sentimental.
Even if she is a fairy, someone like Shen Jiayao who is accustomed to beauties will not fall in love with her at first sight.
She is so narcissistic!
Different from Lu Xixin's shyness, Shen Jiayao was very at ease, as if he really just came here to play with his son in the sand.
Without any pretense, he sat casually on the sand, with the cuffs of his pink shirt rolled up, and his slender hands constantly shuttled between the sand. He did not build a big airplane as Shen Nianxi said, but started drawing sand paintings.
The fingertips slide on the flat sand surface, and a few random strokes outline a beautiful face.
It was already approaching evening, and the warm sunshine, which had faded away from its scorching heat, was shining lazily. The thin, warm sunshine fell on his face, making his already three-dimensional facial features even more beautiful.
He also lowered his head, covering his lively and handsome eyebrows, leaving his tall nose exposed.
Looking from Lu Xixin's perspective, we could see his serious and focused demeanor, as well as his calm and unhurried demeanor.
This man, even if he is just sitting on the sand, has a commanding and powerful aura and aristocratic temperament.
Looking at Shen Jiayao's handsome profile, Lu Xixin suddenly felt a little dazed, feeling like she had seen him there before.
His profile, his eyebrows, and his breath seemed to be engraved in her mind, but the place was too deep to be noticed, and she had to search carefully to find it.
As if unable to extricate herself from the emotions in her eyes, Lu Xixin suddenly trembled, her palms covered with sweat. Her body swayed, and she wanted to put her arms on the wall to steady herself.
But there was a pair of hands faster than hers, holding her arms first and protecting her from falling.
Lu Xixin looked up in surprise and saw Shen Jiayao's worried eyes and tense jaw.
She was stunned for a moment.
Before she could react, Shen Jiayao had already let go of her, and the worry in his eyes disappeared instantly, so fast that she thought what she saw before was all an illusion.
"Be careful, Miss Lu." As he retracted his arm, his cold voice came.
"Thank you." Lu Xixin nodded politely to her.
Seeing the alienation and politeness in her eyes, Shen Jiayao's eyes grew colder, and his words were like ice knives: "You're welcome, I'm not worried about Miss Lu falling, I'm just worried that you will mess up my sand paintings.
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Did you mess up the sand painting? Lu Xixin was silent for a while: "I'm sorry, I will pay attention to it."
She must have been dazzled just now. How could Shen Jiayao be worried about her? After all, they had just met once. They were not even friends, they could only be regarded as strangers who had just met.
If it weren't for Shen Nianxi, the two of them would probably never have crossed paths in this life.
Shen Jiayao's sand painting has been finished.
After finishing the painting, he seemed to suddenly lose his patience. Although he didn't make a sound, the irritability around him was almost leaking out of his body.
Finally, he couldn't stay any longer and stood up, looking down at Lu Xixin with deep anger in his narrow eyes: "Okay, great!"
Shen Jiayao's voice trembled violently, as if he couldn't bear certain emotions, but he suppressed it forcefully: "Miss Lu, haha, what a good Miss Lu..."
When he said this, he was still looking at Lu Xixin seriously, trying to find any emotional changes on her face.
But unfortunately, there is not a trace.
She was just so indifferent, looking at herself quietly.
Finally, Shen Jiayao gave up searching, laughed angrily, chuckled twice, turned around and left.
How could she look at him like this, indifferently, as if she were a stranger.
Shen Jiayao twitched with distress, feeling aggrieved and sad. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to control his temper.
After the people left, Lu Xixin lowered her head and looked at the sand paintings.
The woman in the painting has a similar face to her, but her eyebrows are a little more childish, and her hair is long and smooth, black and straight.
At a glance, it seems that Lu Xixin is the same person in the painting. But if you look closely, you will find that the difference between the two is a completely different temperament.
A charming and affectionate one.
A cold and distant place.
——
When Shen Jiayao went out, he met Aunt Wang who came to deliver fruit.
Aunt Wang was about to call Mr. Lu respectfully as usual, when she saw his tight thin lips and tight jawline.
After being in the Shen family for so many years, Aunt Wang could more or less judge Shen Jiayao's mood from some of his subtle expressions.
——The Shen Jiayao in front of him was in a state of rage.
If she is in a bad mood, Aunt Wang will still say hello, but if she is angry, she can only step aside immediately, reduce her presence, hold her breath, and hope that her husband will not notice her.
It wasn't until Shen Jiayao walked far away that Aunt Wang dared to take a deep breath. She raised her hand and touched the sweat on her forehead. She didn't even give him fruit and went straight back to the room to calm down.
She hasn't seen such an angry gentleman for a long time.
I remember the last time I was so angry was four years ago. At that time, my husband had just returned with the young master. I didn’t know what happened to him. I only knew that my husband’s temper was getting weirder and weirder after he came back.
He has a cold temperament, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to get close to him, with a sense of coldness and indifference. When he is angry, it seems that the entire air pressure around him has dropped, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
At that time, Aunt Wang didn't even dare to take photos with Shen Jiayao. She usually walked on tiptoe and didn't dare to make a sound.
Now, she once again felt the same feeling she had four years ago.
It’s so strange, what happened to sir? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?