Qiao Zhishu realized that asking her to go out to get something might be just a cover. "Did you trick me into coming out?"
Why is he so brave?
But what does he mean by doing this?
"I'm very happy tonight. Chen Ying finally got his wish."
Xing Huo smiled to himself, "What did she wish for?"
"You are getting married, which is a good thing for both the Chen family and the Xing family."
Xing Huo stepped forward, his tall figure almost covering Qiao Zhishu's head, "Is that a good thing for you?"
Qiao Zhishu's heart was hanging from the moment she was pulled over by him. Now Xing Huo is the prospective son-in-law of the Chen family and Chen Ying's fiancé. If she is seen hiding here alone with him...
Qiao Zhishu didn't dare to think about it.
"Of course it's a good thing."
"Really, it turns out that you value my affairs so much, why would you still be happy for me?"
Qiao Zhishu seemed to have been trapped in a pit. She could only try her best to crawl out, "If there is a happy event at home, I will definitely be happy."
Xing Huo saw her eyes dodge and look around anxiously from time to time. It was clear that she had done nothing wrong, but his face was full of guilt.
If she doesn't have anything else in mind, what is she guilty of?
"Relax, if Chen Ying sees you like this later, he might really think we are doing something."
Qiao Zhishu wanted to leave.
She had just taken two steps when someone grabbed her wrist. Physical contact was more disturbing than ambiguous words, so Qiao Zhishu shook it off without hesitation.
It's like dumping a hot potato.
She didn't dare to yell loudly, her face turned red, and she could only jump around like a little rabbit in a hurry.
"What are you going to do? You will kill me if you do this. Do you understand how to abide by husband's rules? Can you... don't, don't touch me."
Qiao Zhishu put his hands behind his back.
"Qiaoqiao, you should focus on your studies now. It's not suitable to fall in love at school. Do you understand?"
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Qiao Zhishu suspected that Xing Huo might have mental problems.
Xing Huo didn't know why she and the boy didn't get together. One of the big reasons might be that Qiao Zhishu had low self-esteem and didn't dare to confess her love.
"When you get older, you will understand that those young boys in school are unreliable. Some people are destined to be just a scenery on your way to growth."
Qiao Zhishu doesn't think about anything else at all, her thoughts every day are simple.
"If I can't get anything in, the Chen family will be suspicious."
"Since I asked you to come out, I won't make it difficult for you. Someone brought a cake and was waiting outside."
Qiao Zhishu relaxed, but did Xing Huo call her out just to say these harmless words to her?
When she was stunned, she was suddenly pressed lightly by a hand on the back of her waist.
Qiao Zhishu didn't expect that he would act like this. When she wanted to struggle, she was already hugged into a strong and hot chest.
He hugged her face to face, her chest was soft against her, and her two hearts were beating at different frequencies. Qiao Zhishu wondered if she had a heart disease.
"Let me go quickly!"
Is he sure that she doesn't dare to call anyone? "Xing Huo, let go!"
Her tone was very tough, which didn't go with her usually soft temperament.
But even with such a strong tone, Xing Huo remained unmoved, and even folded his arms tighter, "You used to call me Mr. Xing, but it sounds better when you call me by my first name."
Even if the tone is fierce, it still sounds good.
Qiao Zhishu stretched out her hand and pushed, and it hit the man's abdomen. She couldn't figure out why it was so hard there.
As if touching a piece of red-hot iron, she took her hand back.
Xing Huo's face was close to each other, and their cheeks were slightly cold. They pressed together, as if they were keeping each other warm.
"Qiaoqiao, at least give me some response. In this case, at least let me know..."
Everything I did was not to deceive myself or others.
Xing Huo didn't say the last half of the sentence because he didn't want to put such a big burden on Qiao Zhishu's shoulders.
Qiao Zhishu was still moving and struggling wildly, her breathing becoming more and more chaotic, and strands of strands fell on the man's carotid artery, like scattered smoke stars, meeting the spring breeze.