I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 223 Super Sweet! !Not sweet you hit me! !

He was dressed in white and black trousers, and his shirt was tucked into his suit trousers, which set off his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He had a cool and noble aura about him.

A long time ago, Jiang Chacha felt that his temperament was different from that of others.

Like you were born with.

The state he gave people should be in the moonlight, wearing a white shirt, enduring the pain on his toes, dancing the same dance day after day and year after year alone and gracefully.

And at the end of this dance, the moon frost sprinkled like starlight, his eyes seemed to be filled with pure and arrogant tears, his sleeves fluttered and glowed, and he held a bouquet of red roses and put his hands across the On the chest, a long and elegant curtain call.

Without the cheers and applause of the world, this is a lonely carnival that belongs to him alone.

He should be like this.

She felt that no compliment could be overstated on him.

In the stillness of the night, he stood in the mountains, his eyes as calm as water, made her feel that he had the twists and turns of going through thousands of mountains and rivers. A sense of fatalism in place.

As soon as she stopped, her little white shoes crushed the fallen leaves under her feet, making a desolate and crisp sound.

She stopped in a daze, and looked at him quietly a few steps away.

She was startled again and again, at that moment, her head seemed to freeze suddenly and stop working.

"By the side, classmate, why are you here..."

Bian Jichen also held a flashlight in his hand, but it was dark and there was no light. He lowered his eyes and opened it a few more times, but the flashlight still didn't light up.

Jiang Chacha still looked at him suspiciously.

"You...is the flashlight out of power?"

she asked again.

"The battery is dead?"

He was silent.

Jiang Chacha has long been used to his taciturnity.

If he doesn't like to talk too much, then she can just talk about herself, and he just needs to listen quietly.

So if he doesn't answer, she won't feel embarrassed.

"I emphasized so many times at the door just now, didn't you bring a spare key?"

"No."

...he answered quite confidently.

Maybe this is the male protagonist's stink problem, otherwise how could it be the male protagonist?
Jiang Chacha raised her chin proudly, "It's okay, I'll bring it!"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and found the battery from the canvas bag under her arm.

Her smooth and soft palm spread out in front of his eyes.

"give it to me."

He stared at it for a while, then stretched out his bony hand and handed her the flashlight.

"Student Bian, leave it to me!" Jiang Chacha was used to being an actress, so she imitated the waiter's tone and said half-jokingly.

She is too short of him.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes, and could see her swan neck bent down because she removed the cover to assemble the battery. Her skin was delicate, like white snow.

That soft and beautiful part seems to be broken like a branch if it is folded, it is too fragile, and it always makes people want to feel a little protective.

Bian Jichen looked at her quietly.

He had been observing the ancient well in the mountains just now.The moon is reflected in the well water, and the water is shining, which is lovely and gentle at night.

Then a dazzling light came from a distance, he turned his head slowly, and saw her figure.

Jiang Chacha asked him again while assembling the battery.

"I remember that you didn't come in the WeChat group created by this event at night."

"So why are you here?"

His eyes were calm, his body was clean, and he remained silent.

She is still waiting for his answer.

"Student Bian?"

In this long and restrained silence.

His eyes fell on her again.

Because I haven't spoken for a long time, my voice is a little dry, with the tingling aftertones of wine and perfume.

"I'm worried about you going to find the treasure chest alone."

The young man's gaze carried the coldness of the snow that melted on the pine branches in the long winter night, and also the warmth when the thin snow evaporated and touched the first glow of the sun.

His tone was always without cadence, like a gently flowing stream with the first gentle snow falling on it.

"So, I have been following behind you."

When he said this, his flat expression finally had some other fluctuations.

"But, I just lost track."

His pretty and delicate eyebrows frowned down.

(End of this chapter)