Grandpa said he wasn't tempted

Chapter 31
Because of the rain, the mountain road was difficult to walk, and the original plan to have a vegetarian meal at Qingchan Temple was temporarily cancelled.

Mr. He led his people down the mountain early.

Xing Chi personally sent this great pilgrim out of the mountain gate.

Autumn rain gradually increased.

The shoulders of the dark yellow monk's robe were obviously wet.Xing Chi stood in the rain, put his palms together, faced the dark sky, and said: "Sin."

……

On a bleak autumn day, the heavy rain kept pattering down, and there were water marks on the car windows, which gathered and scattered, and scattered and gathered again.

Can't see the street outside.

However, this did not affect Min Xianning's good mood.

Just now at the Qingchan Temple, she played guessing boxing with the young monks and won two frozen persimmons.

Originally, she wanted to eat one with Mr. He, but she took it out, and Secretary Yao said, "Mr. He has high blood sugar, so he can't eat this. Ms. Min can enjoy it by herself."

He Lao smiled and patted Min Xianning's head again.

This kind of treatment for a pet puppy made Min Xianning a little dumbfounded.

Grandpa loves to pat her head.

He Jin also loves to touch her head.

Is it because she... is short?
On the return journey, sitting in the car, Min Xianning continued what he had just said.

"What did you say behind my back just now?"

"Lite to the Buddha."

At this time, He Jin cherishes words like gold.

Just two words.

Min Xianning sneered: "Who are you fooling? I don't believe it."

She took out the small parcel she was carrying in her bosom, with a blue background and white checks, and peeled off layer by layer, revealing two frozen persimmons.

She held it up like a light bulb, shining brightly in front of He Jin.

"I invite you to eat persimmons."

Exchange information with food.

So childish.

Using a persimmon to pry open Master He's mouth?
He Jin snorted disdainfully.

However, for a moment, He Jin smiled with evil intentions, tilting his head and lowering his eyes to look at Min Xianning.

"Actually, they...just asked me...asked if we had sex last night."

The expected blushing, shyness, anger, and other emotions did not appear on Min Xianning's face.

She said slowly, "Oh."

It's over.

This woman's morality has become deeper, she is not inferior to the master of ignorance, and she is not provoked at all. He Jin felt bored for a while, so he grabbed the persimmon and asked for a reasonable reward.

The persimmon, half the size of a palm, was heavy and cold in the hand, and it turned out that there were ice balls inside.

"How do I eat this?" he asked.

Min Xianning rolled his eyes at him.

This is a persimmon, not a elixir. Is it the first time to eat it?
Do you still need to be fed?

As a demonstration, Min Xianning took out two tissues, put them in the palm of his hand, and held the bottom of the persimmon, and brought it to his mouth.

Only then did He Jin realize that Min Xianning should be a foodie by nature.

indifferent to people;
When it comes to food, he is simply passionately in love and obsessed with it.

She opened her small mouth, lightly held a piece of skin on the top of the persimmon, and took a small bite first, just biting through, not tearing, so as to get a small hole.

In order to prevent the juice from leaking out, she closed her lips again, with two rose-like lips, first biting lightly, and then holding it——holding the gap she just broke through.

Then, with a little force, suck.

Following that, the small juice surged, and He Jin felt that his heart was also filled with something.

The sweet, hot blood passed through the atrium, along the aorta, all the way to the lower abdomen.

He wanted a cigarette, fumbled in his pocket, and put it in his mouth.

No lighter was found.

Irritability doubled.

He wished he could crush the persimmon in his hand, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck!"

Only then did Min Xianning look up, surprised: "What's wrong?"

"When is your birthday?"

He Jin's question is really jumping.

Min Xianning didn't care, and casually said, "June NO.12."

"Then June NO.12 next year, will you be full?"

"No, I'll be seventeen next year."

With a cigarette in his mouth, He Jin saw that she was still in love with the persimmon from half a meter away. He didn't know where the anger came from, so he threw the persimmon in his hand back into Min Xianning's arms.

She was startled, thinking that the soft persimmon would break through her clothes and ruin her good outfit, so she lowered her head to check and rescue her.

Fortunately.

It's just a water stain that wets a small area of ​​the trousers, not stained.

Min Xianning raised his voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

What a nerve.

"I hate persimmons, return them to you."

Min Xianning didn't want to deal with psychopathy, she seemed to be comforting Shizi, saying: "Anyway, the number one persimmon is not too sweet, so let's try the number two persimmon."

Number one.

number two.

They even have names? !

According to the previous method, just as she was about to speak, the insanity came into play again.

Picking up the blue cloth on her knees, wrapped two persimmons together, casually threw them on the vacant seat of the front passenger, no matter how much juice flowed.

He Jin overbearingly said: "You are not allowed to eat either."

"He Jin!"

The driver turned pale and focused on driving more.

Inside the car, the sweet and astringent smell of persimmons wafts in the air.

Astringent and sweet.

Sweet and astringent.

If you can't jump off the car, you can only stay with the psychopath, but Min Xianning chooses not to look at him.

Don't look too far, a small mouth pouted.

Perhaps there was still juice left on her lips. She pursed her lips from time to time, like a little animal whose milk had been interrupted, angry and wronged at the same time, still remembering to comfort herself and savor the aftertaste.

A green shadow landed in Min Xianning's arms without any mistakes again—it was a piece of individually wrapped wet tissue.

He Jin: "Wipe."

Min Xianning only took wet wipes, and still ignored people, treating him like air.

He Jin looked lazily at Min Xianning, and casually tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I've come to my aunt, and I still eat so much cold food."

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Min Xianning followed the He family motorcade, went back to the mansion to have lunch, and then had a brief rest before being sent back to Min's house by the driver.

Anyway, until she left, she never saw He Jin again.

Originally, she wanted to ask him if he would go to school on Monday.

After thinking about it, it doesn't matter if he goes or not. Others are talking about her toad eating swan meat.

Who dares to discuss this young master face to face? !

……

The car arrived at Wanshan Villa.

Min Xianning put the canvas schoolbag behind his back, and the school uniform bag, and switched from his right hand to his left hand, and waved goodbye to the driver Lao Huang.

Watching the Mercedes-Benz nanny gradually drive away.

Min Xianning carried his things and walked into the room.

There is no one in the living room, only my aunt is doing daily cleaning.

She asked Min Xianning if he had lunch.

Min Xianning said that he ate it.

Then no one paid attention to her.

Usually on Saturdays, Min Jizhang and his wife have a lot of business entertainment, sometimes they bring Min Xiaolin and Min Huicun, sometimes they don't.

Today, the big house was so quiet, Min Xianning thought no one was home, but when she passed by the restaurant, she heard Min Xiaolin's voice.

She should be on the phone.

Min Xianning assured the Buddha that she really did it accidentally, not eavesdropping.

(End of this chapter)