I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Jiang Chacha knew that she must not let Wen Huaizhi discover her true identity.

If he knew that she was the vice president he hated the most, then she would have no choice but to die.

She had thought about it countless times before, if Wen Huaizhi really found out, then how would she die.

She couldn't think of a definite ending.

Because... she will definitely die without a whole body, and the death condition is horrible.

This meal was the most torturous meal Jiang Chacha had ever had in her life.

She knew that Wen Huaizhi was looking at her.

But she pretended not to know.

And he knew that she was pretending not to know, so he continued to stare at her with a smile.

When Jiang Chacha lowered her head and ate the noodles, her hand holding the chopsticks wanted to tremble uncontrollably, but she restrained it tightly.

She is afraid.

But she couldn't let Wen Huaizhi know that she was afraid.

He had already become suspicious, and she would never allow herself to show any frightened behavior to aggravate his doubts.

She must not!

She knew that Wen Huaizhi must be playful now.From now on, he rested his chin, lowered his eyes and smiled, as if he was looking at a small pet that was eating food.

His scrutiny is playful, with casual condescension.

She was like the fun he used to pass the time in his boring days.

He saw through her poor camouflage, and saw a bit of a telltale trick she showed, and when he was about to expose her, he clicked until he stopped, and he was not in a hurry to expose her, but watched her clumsily hiding himself like a frightened rabbit That exposed little horse's feet.

He is too bad, he doesn't seem to put her in an equal position in his heart
How arrogant and noble he was.

Jiang Chacha swallowed the noodles with difficulty, she lowered her eyes, and when she wiped her mouth with a tissue, her complexion was ugly.

Wen Huaizhi is very good at disguising himself. Sitting in this small noodle restaurant, he can still feel like he is in a high-end restaurant.

His eyes are long and narrow, and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised. These are naturally affectionate eyes. With the embellishment of the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he adds a bit of ascetic elegance. He is the flower of Gaoling, and he has read sages and sages a lot. Knowing benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, the appearance of a gentle gentleman is actually hypocritical and bad-boned.

Rotten and rotten, no matter how rotten the mud is, no flower will bloom.

Wen Huaizhi didn't even touch a mouthful of noodles.

Jiang Chacha rolled her eyes in her heart, too, how could a person as noble as him condescend to eat such common people's food?
The more you get in touch with people of this class, the longer you will be.

The more she felt that these rich people had arrogance engraved in their DNA.

Wen Huaizhi smiled and said, "Teacher is full?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Chacha twitched the corners of her stiff mouth and forced a smile.

There was still a stone in her heart.

And next... What should she do to dispel Wen Huaizhi's doubts?

After wiping his mouth with a paper towel, Jiang Chacha reapplied his lipstick with a mirror, and asked him casually, "Why doesn't Xiao Huai eat?"

Wen Huaizhi didn't speak.

"You don't have an appetite, do you?" She smiled and gave him a step down.

Wen Huaizhi smiled, "Yes."

Just dress it up.

She rolled her eyes frantically in her heart.

After thinking about the time to put on her lipstick, she directly picked up the bag on the dining table.

"Let's go, the teacher will take you to drink the best milk tea."

Then Wen Huaizhi saw the woman who was nervous just now, suddenly walked up to him, then grabbed his wrist, pulled him and walked out of the noodle shop.

Wen Huaizhi saw her holding his hand, and suddenly froze for two seconds.

In his memory, she was never a very active person.

This tutor hired by his mother is always gentle and gentle, with a gentle personality, just like a glass of boiled water. When he is at home, he can always see her standing on the aisle with the servants and talking with her while laughing. They all liked her very much.

He was curious at the time and walked over to hear what she had said to other people.

But when she heard footsteps, she turned her head, and when she saw him, for some reason, the smile on her face restrained a little.

He stopped slowly at that time, his eyes under the glasses were still smiling, but there was not much warmth in his eyes.

Again.

She is very relaxed and at ease with other people.

But only when facing him, she would become cautious, and the smile on her face was also shallow. She always kept a little distance from him.

But now, it seemed like it was the first time she took the initiative to make physical contact with him.

Her warm hands just wrapped his fingers like this, leading him through this street, in the bustling streets, he could smell the faint fragrance of her hair when he breathed.

Jiang Chacha walks this street, as if she really knows the place, as she knows the way when she walks.

She took his hand and led him to a milk tea shop.

She seems to have been here many times, just glanced at the menu, and said to the boss very familiarly: "Boss, I'd like to have two glasses of Shuangxiangpao."

Wen Huaizhi stood a few steps away from her and waited for her.

In fact, Jiang Chacha is a little flattered.

Because he came to this kind of place... it was actually a bit downgraded.

I saw him standing on the side of the street, behind him was the smoky market atmosphere, those who sold grilled sausages sold grilled sausages, those who sold seasonal fruits sold seasonal fruits, many people came out for a walk after work, It's cool and casual.Many of them came out wearing sandals or slippers.

And he... is completely out of place here.

His clothes are well tailored, he wears a tourbillon watch on his wrist, and he wears narrow-rimmed glasses on his superior bridge of nose, giving him a bit of a calm and bookish look. His smiling eyes make him gentle and refined. One can see his self-cultivation It is not something that ordinary families can raise.

One thing that makes her feel strange is that...

She was sure that with his temperament, he hated staying in this kind of environment the most.No matter how this kind of night market is managed, there will still be some rubbish piled up on the side of the road. His cleanliness should be unbearable.

He hates this noisy and messy environment the most.

He would just be worried about the smell of oily smoke on the corner of his clothes.

This is tantamount to torture for him.

Sure enough, he frowned at this moment, as if every cell in his body was clamoring.

Jiang Chacha felt that letting him stay here was worse than killing him.

His face was slightly gloomy, and his eyebrows were wrinkled as if he could kill a fly.

At this moment, he noticed her looking over.

As soon as he raised his eyes, his expression softened, and under the light, he looked over.

He just stood there, exuding the charm of his personality unknowingly, but he didn't know it, standing under the street lamp, his spectacle frames were inlaid with tiny light spots, he was separated from the crowd, with the tails of his eyes raised, and he was warm and gentle to her. Smile mercilessly.

Ginger tea:...

She saw two girls walking back and forth in front of him all the time, trying to attract his attention.

Even the old lady who was buying pineapples next to him couldn't wait to keep her eyes firmly on him.

Sure enough, it was an eighty-year-old lady killer...

Wen Huaizhi put his hands lazily in his pockets, and saw her walking over with two cups of double-cannon, "Here you are, let's go."

His gentle eyes fell on the double cannon she handed over.It is a light orange liquid with pearls and coconuts at the bottom. Because it is ice, the surface is still dripping with cool water.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it.

He seemed to smile unintentionally: "When the teacher is in school, do you often come to this store?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Chacha didn't blush and her heart didn't beat, she replied confidently and confidently.

Wen Huaizhi stared at her, with deep thought flashing across his eyes.

He peeped at her face, trying to find flaws in her face, but he didn't find it for the time being.

I saw the woman in front of me holding his hand again, "Go, I'll take you to buy delicious egg-filled biscuits!"

She had just taken the drink in her hand, and there were still some drops of water in her palm. Her hand felt icy cold at this moment, wrapping his warm fingers.

He was silent all the way, with a smile on his lips and narrowed eyes.

He wanted to see what she was going to do next.

I saw her holding his hand, and walked to the roadside stall selling egg-filled pancakes opposite.

Then he saw Jiang Chacha say "Hello" in English to the boss brother!
She acted as if no one was around, and spoke enthusiastically as if the boss was her long-lost elder brother.

"Is business going well tonight?"

The elder brother hesitated for a moment.

Thinking he couldn't hear, Jiang Chacha said loudly: "Have you forgotten me?"

Big brother:? ? ? ?

No, who are you? ?
Seeing that the eldest brother was stunned, Wen Huaizhi's eyes darkened, and he continued to examine her silently.

As if he had a balance in mind.

As for whether Jiang Chacha will reduce his suspicion, it depends on her performance.

Jiang Chacha came over and patted the boss on the shoulder very familiarly, "Have you forgotten me?! Every evening after class, I feel like a starved ghost reincarnated. I help my roommates to bring meals, and I will do it all at once. I’m buying six egg-filled biscuits, why, boss, don’t you remember me? QAQ”

Big Brother:? ? ? ? ? ?

At that time, he blinked his eyes in bewilderment.

He stared at Jiang Chacha for a few seconds.

Finally, his mouth opened into an O shape.

"Oh!! So it's you!"

"Why, why did you come here to have fun when you were on vacation?"

Soon, they were singing together.

"Yeah, come here for a meal."

"Boss, it's better to add more green onions and more spicy, two servings."

Jiang Chacha realized something, and then turned to look at Wen Huaizhi, smiling innocently and purely, "By the way, Xiao Huai, do you eat spicy food?"

Wen Huaizhi still stood there quietly, silent.

Jiang Chacha could feel his creepy and gentle gaze resting on her face for a long time.