lure pear

Chapter 86 Do You Like Someone?
Shen Wan: [Then you play the video and let me watch it! 】

Xuan Li made a video call, and as soon as she connected, she saw Shen Wanmeng covering her mouth and crying under the quilt.

While smoking, she whispered, "It's good that I'm fine, I can finally have a good night's sleep!"

"Where are Keke and Qianqian?"

Shen Wan wiped away tears, "They slept like dead pigs, and I have to take care of them!"

Xuan Li was amused by her angry and crying expression, "Wanwan has worked hard, I'll be back at seven o'clock."

"Then you should also catch up on sleep, I can finally rest assured."

After hanging up the phone, Xuan Li quietly went to the handrail on the second floor.

Jiang Cheng was still sitting in the living room, and there was already a mountain of orange peels on the coffee table.

The classic movie "Titanic" was played on a projection as large as half of the wall, but his attention was not on the screen, and he looked down at his phone.

From a distance, Xuanli couldn't see what he was looking at, but could only vaguely recognize it as a picture.

The background color of the picture looked familiar. She retreated into the room and opened the photo album intuitively.

When she turned to the group photo at the end of the military training, she stopped.

Xuanli was pushed to stand in the middle. Among the black and yellow skin, her porcelain white complexion was the most conspicuous.

She smiled very happily, and her eyes were bright.

It was this photo that made her named the new goddess of Western University in the campus forum.

But why did Jiang Cheng look at this photo?
Xuan Li couldn't figure it out, and gradually fell asleep while thinking about how to explain when she went back.

Jiang Cheng woke up after sleeping on the sofa for four hours, and checked the time, it was exactly 55:[-].

He went upstairs and knocked on the door, "Xuan Xiaoli, get up."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the room.

Afraid that something would happen to her, Jiang Cheng directly turned the doorknob and went in.

Seeing that Xuan Li was still lying on the bed safely, he was slightly relieved.

She slept peacefully, lying flat with her hands folded on her chest.

When he approached, he realized that his usually indifferent and graceful face was tightly wrinkled, his lips were bitten white, and the hand holding the quilt was tightened tightly.

Jiang Cheng sat down by the bed and patted her lightly, "Xuan Xiaoli?"

Xuanli had a nightmare for her. In the dream, she was wearing a smoky gray dress and sitting in the auditorium of the church.

A red carpet was spread on the aisle leading from the door to the emcee's platform, and a pair of Bi people stood in front of the godfather.

She was very familiar with the back figure in the black suit, it was Jiang Cheng.

And that charming back, she is somewhat familiar, but strange.

Until the godfather smiled and asked the woman kindly: "Are you willing to marry Mr. Jiang Cheng as a wife, love him and be loyal to him, no matter if he is poor, sick or disabled, until death?"

The woman turned around, Xuanli saw her face clearly, it was He Nongxi.

She smiled happily, and then said those three words: "I am willing."

Xuan Li stood up abruptly, changed her usual gentle appearance, and stretched out her hand to stop him: "Jiang Cheng can't do it!"

"What doesn't work?"

She opened her eyes suddenly, and bumped into Jiang Cheng's worried eyes.

Just as I was about to sit up, I suddenly realized that my hand was being held.

He lightly clasped her hand, noticing her shivering movement, and loosened his grip.

"The hand you stretched out just now is shaking all the time, are you having a nightmare?"

Xuan Li sat up, stared at him blankly for a while, and asked uncertainly, "Jiang Cheng?"

"it's me."

She thought of He Nongxi who was wearing a white wedding dress and smiling sincerely in her dream, and her heart turned cold.

Xuan Li was cautious, her voice trembling, "Jiang Cheng, do you have someone you like?"

Jiang Cheng recalled that when she was drunk, she told him with a smile that she had someone she liked, and it wasn't him.

He thought she was testing her mood when she liked someone, and said in an unhappy tone, "No, I can't answer your feelings."

When she heard the first half of the sentence, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the second half made her raise her eyes in confusion: "How do you feel?"

Jiang Cheng's voice was cool: "Can't you remember what you said last night?"

Xuan Li's pupils trembled, and she shifted her eyes guiltily, her voice lowered unconsciously, "I don't remember."

Her emotions were always on her face, and he could see right away that she was lying.

Jiang Cheng snorted lightly, with an obvious threat, "I really don't remember?"

Xuan Li insisted on denying: "I don't remember."

He stared at her for a long while, and then let out an inexplicable smile from his throat, "Okay, I will always know."

Jiang Cheng stood up, "Change and go downstairs, I'll wait for you downstairs."

In the dream, she was wearing that smoky gray dress to attend Jiang Cheng's wedding with someone else, and Xuan Li had a feeling of resistance to that dress.

But it was bought by Jiang Cheng himself, and she didn't want to take away his kindness.

Xuan Li went downstairs carrying Chen Ke's clothes, Jiang Cheng turned around when he heard the movement, his eyes froze.

The corners of his lips slightly raised, "It suits you quite well."

If he had praised her like this in the past, she would have been sincerely happy.But in the dream, she was a bystander at his wedding, and she pulled the corner of her lower lip awkwardly: "Thank you."

It was the first time for Xuan Li to sit on the back seat of Jiang Cheng's motorcycle in a sober state.

He put the helmet on her head, "Sit still, if you throw it out in a while, you will be paralyzed."

She was wearing a skirt and could only sit sideways, hearing the sound of him twisting the handlebars, and clutching the clothes around his waist nervously.

Jiang Cheng was driving extremely fast, and the environment around him reversed rapidly.

The hem of the skirt fluttered wantonly against the strong wind, and Xuan Li had to free up one hand to hold it down.

In order to maintain balance, the right hand can only grab his waist instead.

Through the thin fabric, she felt his strong muscles.

Perhaps it was her illusion, the moment they touched each other, the temperature at the contact point rose.

Xuan Li could feel the whistling wind while wearing a helmet, she tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Can you...can you slow down?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at her through the rearview mirror with a half-smile, "No."

She always felt that his smile was malicious, but the two short words had a deeper meaning.

The fingertips that touched his waist were hot, and the temperature was transmitted from the five fingers, and the heartbeat also accelerated.

His slightly hoarse voice sounded in front of him, "Xuan Xiaoli, don't hold it so tightly, I feel uncomfortable."

Xuan Li shyly let go, "Sorry."

Obviously she is useless.

She insisted on getting off the bus on the back street of the school.

Jiang Cheng took her safety helmet, and smiled coolly: "After using it, I will turn my face and deny anyone, right?"

Xuanli looked around nervously, and only after making sure that there was no one there dared to answer him: "You don't want to be entangled in public opinion just because we know each other, do you?"

He chuckled, "I'm still thinking about it."

She heard voices coming from around the corner, and hurriedly took two steps back, "Don't make such a joke..."

Xuan Li immediately turned around and ran into the girls who had just come out of the side door without taking two steps.

When they saw Xuan Li, they gave a "huh" in surprise.

"Why did Xuanli come back from outside at this time?"

"We can come out at this time, why can't others come in?"

When a girl saw the person under the streetlight, she exclaimed, "Oh my god, why is Jiang Cheng in the back street?"

"Wait, Xuanli's panicked appearance just now could be..."

After counting the time for Xuanli to enter the door, he got on the bike again, and when passing by four girls, he quietly warned: "Don't speculate for no reason."

　There won’t be an author with 17 characters and the hero and heroine are still not together, right? So it’s me, the bastard

　　
　
(End of this chapter)