She glanced up at him, and just as she was about to push his hand away, she found him staring at her seriously, as if he wouldn't let go until she finished drinking.
Ai Xueer smiled evilly, then lowered her head again, opened her mouth, and her soft mouth "accidentally" brushed against his well-joined fingers. His hand trembled obviously, and a few drops of milky white liquid spilled out.
"Tangtang——"
Bei Xijue's eyes became misty, and his voice was hoarse as he called out a name affectionately.
Aixueer suddenly came back to her senses. She looked at a few drops of white liquid on his fingers and realized what a stupid thing she had done. Familiar pictures came flooding back in her memory. So many mornings four years ago, he
He forced her to drink glass after glass of milk. When her milk became cold, he tyrannically drank his still warm milk.
He handed it to her lips and forced her to drink it. She felt unhappy, so she teased her. When drinking milk, she deliberately brushed her lips against his fingers. Every time she saw a few cracks on his serious face, her little
She felt very satisfied and had a sense of accomplishment. At that time, she began to gradually understand that he cared about her.
Ai Xueer gritted her teeth and finished drinking the milk under Bei Xijue's burning and probing eyes. He kept staring at her with a look of elegance and confusion.
Bei Xijue withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the milk cup in his hand. There were also a few drops of milk traces on his hand. He did not wipe them away immediately. In his memory, this scene was so familiar. He looked at Ai Xue
Son, he suddenly felt that she and his Tangtang were the same. They were both petite, had the same big bright eyes, and had the same brilliant smile. Even the feeling of their bodies to him was so similar, except for that...
Appearance, however, appearance can be changed.
Will it, will it...
There was an idea in his mind that was about to come out. The light in his eyes flickered, dimmed, and repeated over and over again.
"I'm tired and want to go back."
"I send you."
He took out a gold card, asked the waiter to pay the bill, and carefully tied the scarf for her.
Ai Xueer felt that his hands were shaking. It was just a scarf, which had been wrapped around her neck for a long time. It was loose and could not be tied well.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"No, it's nothing, I'm just too happy."
Ai Xueer stopped talking. His eyes were dazzling and terrifying. Could it be that he discovered something about what just happened? She subconsciously reached out and touched her face, and then uneasily took out the small mirror she carried with her.
It wasn't until he saw his face in the mirror that he took a long breath.
Her behavior fell into Bei Xijue's arms with every detail, and he felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and his excitement was like a wave rising higher and higher.
"Tang, Xue'er, you go home first, I, I have something else to do."
Ai Xueer nodded suspiciously and walked out silently, feeling that something was wrong.
After watching her leave, Bei Xijue tried his best to calm down and took out his phone.
"Feng, come to the company immediately."
"Yes, Master."
…
When Feng opened the office door, Bei Xijue was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The dim sunset shone on his tall back, feeling a little lonely and lonely.
"Master, do you have anything to do with me?"
Bei Xijue slowly turned around and stared at Feng without moving.
"Do you remember this?"
Feng saw a string of delicate bracelets hanging from his young master's fingertips.