As soon as he said this, she felt inexplicably panicked.
"Xing Huo, please call me by my name properly and don't...don't always add the word "my family" to it, it's weird."
Xing Huo raised the camera very high, and Qiao Zhishu's entire face was captured.
"Is what I said wrong? Then I will change my story later and talk about my Qiao Qiao."
Behind him, Chen Ying did not follow.
Xing Huo picked up the umbrella on the ground and held it on top of Qiao Zhishu's head. "My hair is wet. Be careful of catching a cold."
He held Qiao Zhishu's hand and walked.
She felt awkward. After all, this was near the school, and she might bump into classmates if she wasn't careful.
Qiao Zhishu pulled his hand back.
Xing Huo looked at his empty palm, and the next second, he held her hand again.
Qiao Zhishu was about to express her dissatisfaction, but when she looked up and saw Xing Huo's face, she thought that he had helped her twice today.
It was when she was isolated and in need of support that he appeared.
Qiao Zhishu was very well-behaved when she was a child, but children who are too well-behaved are easily bullied.
When she was in junior high school, she was beaten and told her mother, who asked her to endure it.
If she had to endure it, those female classmates would find it boring to bully her and they would naturally let her go.
Qiao Zhishu actually didn't want to do this, but other people had parents behind them, but she didn't, so she didn't dare.
Qiao Zhishu pursed his lips slightly and stopped struggling, "Xing Huo, your hands are so cold."
"Really? Then give me a good cover."
…
When I got home, the servants had prepared dinner.
Qiao Zhishu went upstairs after dinner. He didn't have much homework today, so he would finish it after writing for a while.
She was not familiar with this place yet. She walked around and didn't see Xing Huo.
Qiao Zhishu went downstairs and met the servant who was about to go up.
"Young mistress."
The servant brought fruit and a cup of coffee, "These are for Mr. Xing, why don't you help him get them."
"I didn't see anyone else."
"It should be in the study room, go and have a look."
Others have spoken, and Qiao Zhishu can't refuse.
The servant went downstairs with satisfaction. The housekeeper had told her to find opportunities for Mr.
Qiao Zhishu has never entered Xing Huo's study, but she knows which one it is.
She came to the door, holding something in both hands, making it difficult to knock.
Qiao Zhishu pressed the doorknob with her elbow and opened the door. For fear of disturbing Xing Huo, she touched the door panel with her elbow when she entered.
"I'm coming in."
She didn't wait for a response. Could it be that Xing Huo wasn't here?
The man's study was very large, almost as big as an ordinary three-bedroom apartment. When Qiao Zhishu walked in, he heard a strange sound.
It's similar to a human gasping sound. No, only women would use these two words.
But this sound caught Qiao Zhishu's heart, and her steps seemed to soften.
When she moved forward, she saw a desk.
Xing Huo was sitting there, with his upper body neatly arranged. There was paper on the table and in his hand.
Qiao Zhishu wondered what this was for, "Your coffee."
The confused look on Xing Huo's face did not fade away. Qiao Zhishu came to the table and saw that his mobile phone was lit up with a photo on it, and it was her.
"Qiaoqiao, you..."
The man stood up from the chair and pulled up the zipper.
Qiao Zhishu came to his senses, turned around and left without putting down the things in his hands.
Xing Huo chased after her in two or three steps and quickly stopped her.
"Why are you running? I'm so sweaty from running."
He stretched out his hand to wipe her.
Qiao Zhishu looked at his hand and quickly avoided it. "Your hand..."