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. "
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 have suddenly lost 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.
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 tender, and her hair is long and smooth, black and straight.
At first 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.
An indifferent and cold person.
——
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 so many years in the Shen family, 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 had gone far 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 the 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 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.