I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 494 A Bunch of Lisianthus
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Jiang Chacha was shocked.

She was thinking, how on earth could he say such things with a noble and cold face?

She was thinking, as expected of being a domineering president in the future, the sayings of the domineering president can be said as soon as you open your mouth, and you don't need her to teach them.

Her head is like an old antique computer from the last century, if you buy a computer, it will crash.

After Bian Jichen finished speaking, he got up slowly. As soon as he left, the pressure that made her so nervous that her heart was about to jump out instantly eased a lot.

As soon as she got stuck, Jiang Chacha almost forgot what her purpose for coming here was in the first place.

What do you mean by not liking this answer?
Jiang Chacha pondered for a while, then asked, "What kind of answer do you want to hear?"

Bian Jichen turned sideways and looked over.

The expression on her face seemed to say that you just put up a standard and she guaranteed to answer to his satisfaction.

Jiang Chacha felt that she was smiling like a dog, and the welcome staff in the hotel might not have such a bright smile.

She really nearly stiffened her cheeks from laughing.

But Bian Jichen looked at her for a while, then silently moved his face away.

He didn't speak there again.

So cold.

Jiang Chacha scratched her head, she spoke without beginning or end, as if she thought of something, she just said something.

She asked again abruptly, "What are you angry about?"

What are you angry about these days?
Wasn't it all right that night?

After listening, Bian Jichen's figure paused, and he looked over casually again.

He stared at it for a long time.

These ten seconds, Jiang Chacha felt that it was longer than her whole life.

"You think slowly."

He glanced at her one last time, said this, and left.

When he left, Jiang Chacha felt that he was angry, because from the side of his face, there was almost no expression on his face, and his jaw line was also very straight.

He doesn't like to show his emotions, whether he is happy or sad, his face is full of faint expressions, and it is rare to have a completely cold face like this.

Jiang Chacha was wondering what she did wrong.

On the other hand, she felt that Bian Jichen seemed to be more alive, at least he would get angry, he would keep a cold face when he was unhappy, and he would sometimes play tricks.

Instead of being indifferent to everything as before, adopting the state of an indifferent bystander, as if he was separated from this world.

But, what is Bian Jichen so angry about!
After she left, Jiang Chacha was left alone rubbing her hair irritably.

At the same time, there were two figures standing at the other door.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two of them very long.

Standing at the back was a man in sunglasses wearing a formal black suit.

"Master..."

And in front of him, stood a noble young man with a gorgeous face that many girls would feel ashamed of.

His skin was overexposed white.

He seemed to be hiding from the sun all year round, like a vampire, only the normal color of blood appeared on his lips.

He is like a luxurious and luxurious painting hanging on a vintage wall.

It's a pity that such a good-looking person has a dark heart.

His heart was full of ink.

The bodyguard looked at him, his heart almost jumped into his throat, young master... are you alright..."

half an hour ago.

Cheng Hao, who was drinking the traditional Chinese medicine, suddenly said that he didn't want to drink it when he was halfway through the drink.

Their young master is like this, even his temper is inexplicably weird, and sometimes he feels that he is too delicate and difficult to serve.

Every time they take medicine, they will worry for a long time.

The classroom that was originally used for reading has a strong smell of bitter Chinese medicine at this time, but his classmates have already gotten used to it.

They didn't feel anything, and Cheng Hao didn't feel at all whether taking the medicine would affect other people.

He is ego.

Many artists are selfish, but Cheng Hao seems to be more serious.

He seems to stick to his guns forever.

If you express your point of view, he will turn your head quietly and make a comment——

"Rubbish."

You will be very angry, because the teenager in front of you is disrespectful.

But the contemptuous look in his eyes when he looked at you looked extremely cold and beautiful on that face.

You also have the feeling that it is not a bad thing to be scolded by such a handsome boy who looks like a demon vampire.

Gradually, you will feel that it is your honor to be scolded by him.

But this time, after he finished taking the medicine, a deep disgust appeared on that delicate face like porcelain. He put down the bowl, propped his chin, and looked out the window.

After a long time, he suddenly murmured.

——Their young master proposed to eat candy for the first time.

The reason they were all horrified was that ever since their young master lost his mother when he was young, he hated sweet things like candy to the extreme.

But today, for the first time, he proposed to eat candy.

The bodyguard's eyes widened, thinking why in his heart.

And Cheng Hao rested his chin and looked at the table boredly.

He said, "Medicine is bitter, you have to eat sugar."

His tone was more like persuading himself to let go of something.

So Cheng Hao entered a supermarket outside the school for the first time, and for the first time in his life, he appeared in front of a variety of candies.

He stiffened.

In fact, he had already forgotten what kind of candy the little girl in the hospital gave him more than ten years ago.

He also forgot what it tasted like.

He only remembered that at that time, the sugar seemed to melt his bitter tongue, leaving only a sweet liquid, flowing down his throat, as if it wanted to melt his bitter heart.

As long as it is sugar, it will be sweet.

He picked a few at random and bought a little of each.

When he walked out the door, he tore open the plastic wrapping and threw one into his mouth expressionlessly.

Then, like a patient lying on a hospital bed, chewing food with difficulty, he also tasted it expressionlessly.

To him, it seemed less like eating and more like getting a feeling.

He stood by the side of the road, his androgynous face amazed everyone who passed by, just like the exaggerated beauty of a princess described in a fairy tale.

But he is not a princess, he is a down and out prince whose life has become deformed.

He wrote his own dark fairy tales with his own hands.

In his fairy tales, the poor prince turned into a demon.

His heart turned into a terrible beast.

He sees the sky as gloomy, and sees people as sinister, and even himself has become a human being.

Bit by bit his tongue melted the hard candy.

is sweet.

But I can't find the feeling of my childhood.

Cheng Hao looked at the billboard on the opposite bus stop again.

It showed a photo of him kissing an angel girl on the concert hall stage.

With candy in his mouth, he put his hands in his trousers pockets and watched.

At this time, an elementary school student passing by was suddenly shocked to find that he looked exactly like the male protagonist on the opposite billboard, but he was not sure if they were the same person. He rubbed his eyes and hesitated there.

The bodyguard stepped forward at this time and said, "Master, there is a flower shop next to it..."

Cheng Hao turned his head.

There is indeed a florist next to the supermarket.The flowers inside are very fresh, and there are bright lights inside during the day, making the inside look like another warm world.

"Do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers for Miss Jiang?"

Even if their former eldest brother, Xiao Jiang, turned into a famous young lady one day, they still couldn't digest such an amount of information.

But even so, he knew that whether it was Xiao Jiang when he was a bodyguard, or Jiang Chacha, the young lady, the young master treated them differently.

Cheng Hao's fangs crushed the hard candy in his mouth, he turned his face, "Why should I buy flowers from her?"

The bodyguard's eyelids twitched.

He clearly saw his young master finish his sentence, and his eyes kept looking towards the flower shop.

So the bodyguard gave a doggy smile, "Of course it's to reward Ms. Jiang for her hard work for the young master."

Only then did Cheng Hao loosen his eyebrows awkwardly, and then his eyes turned around again, and he reluctantly said: "Okay then."

There are very few flowers to choose from in the fall flower shop.

Finally, Cheng Hao chose a bunch of eustoma.

On the way back to school by car, the bodyguard found that the normally coquettish young master seemed to have become a lot more reserved.

For the first time ever, he asked for a mirror and took a picture there.

Knowing that he is outstanding in appearance, Cheng Miao is usually a narcissistic person who rarely looks in the mirror.

But today, he actually looked in the mirror many times. When he was found fiddling with his hairstyle, his movements froze, and he turned his face arrogantly.

Stretching out his hand, piu~ threw the mirror far away.

bodyguard:……

As if to hide his inner feelings, he threw the white eustoma aside and didn't touch it.

He rested his chin, and looked out of the window again, and finally something fresh appeared in his eyes through frosted glass.

He looked sleepy, but there was a cute embarrassment in his eyes, but he tried hard to erase his sneaking away emotions, but he didn't know that he couldn't erase them no matter what, because the roots of his ears under his black hair were already silently red.

When he spoke, he deliberately turned his face away.

"Won't it make her think I like her?"

The bodyguard used a lot of words to comfort him, which gradually calmed him down.

But when he entered the school and arrived at the downstairs of the student union office building, Cheng Hao's delicate face showed an irritable gloomy look.

"Does she really not think I like her?"

The bodyguard reassured: "No, young master."

He climbed the stairs.

His hairstyle was tidied up, and the buttons on his neckline were also intact. It was the first time in his life that he gave flowers to Jiang Chacha, and Cheng Hao's eyebrows grew a little bit hostile.

But when he stood at the door, the hostility disappeared.

He didn't know why, but his heart calmed down.

The eustoma in his arms is beautiful and generous, and the white petals reveal their fragrance silently in the cold autumn.

His heart was beating so fast, and when he was about to walk in, his figure froze.

He saw a man and a woman under the window.

At first, the two people in front of the window stood facing each other.

But soon, the man bent down and approached the girl, putting his hands on her sides, as if he wanted to wrap her in his arms.

The bodyguard swallowed.

"Master..."

Do you still send the flowers...

Cheng Hao watched indifferently, the flowers in his hand were crumpled into a mess.

In the next second, he threw the pure white eustoma out.

"Throw it away."

At the same time, Wen Huaizhi in the office was staring at the surveillance screen silently. From when Bian Jichen was alone, he saw the two meet, and then he saw Bian Jichen leave.

Finally, he saw Jiang Chacha sitting alone on a chair.

Finally, he turned off the computer screen.

There was a faint smell of smoke in the air.

(End of this chapter)