She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 423 Jing Xing Can't Get Used To It
Hearing the unexpected baby in the earphones, Cheng Xu's engine, which has always been running at high speed and chugs out, turned off in an instant as if it was stuck in the axle by something.

baby?

Cheng Xu would not be so foolish as to think that Jing Xing was calling him baby.

Who else is his brother's baby? He can guess without thinking about it.

The Ruan Ruan sweetheart obviously also heard the gentle tone coming out of the earphones, which was completely opposite to the school bully's style of painting, her expression was stunned, and she blurted out a shit.

"This, this is...Jing Xing?"

In her impression, the school bully has always been the persona of the Taoist chief of the ascetic department who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and everyone is indifferent, as if he has no human feelings.

But when this gentle baby came out, the Ruan Ruan sweetheart felt that the high-cold personality of the school bully's abstinence department was smashed to pieces in an instant.

"If it's not my brother, who else could it be?" Cheng Xu was stunned for a while, then quickly answered, "I said you have no chance, my brother doesn't like you."

Ruanruan sweetheart didn't even think about what kind of corner she could dig, she just thought it would be nice to have a chance to get close to the boss, but after hearing Cheng Xu's blunt words, I said you have no chance, The fire in my heart was still bubbling out.

Ruanruan sweetheart rolled her eyes, and replied angrily: "Why, he doesn't like me, does he still like you?"

Cheng Xu laughed, heyed, and said, "To be honest, I do have a better chance than you."

Ruanruan sweetheart: "?"

The Ruanruan sweetheart was not convinced, and mercilessly replied: "Why do you have such a great chance?

Cheng Xu chirped and said: "I can act like a baby, I can be cute, and I can get the moon first, what will you do?"

"..." Ruan Ruan sweetheart choked.

She can talk about MMP, but she doesn't know whether to say MMP or not.

Dreaming back to [-], it is facing the most prosperous central street in the city. The street is full of traffic and crowds. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the south face a brightly lit shopping mall. The curtains in the lounge are only drawn on the outermost floor, and the street lights downstairs are dim The light came in through the thin curtain, casting a hazy light and shadow on everything in the night.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned on low, and Jing Xing clearly felt the icy temperature coming from the little dumpling in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist with one hand, and took the remote control on the coffee table with the other hand. He turned up the temperature of the air conditioner and turned on the floor lamp on the side.

The light was very dim, and the light was cast from behind him, and the little glutinous rice dumpling didn't speak, just nestled quietly in his arms like a kitten just picked up by someone.

The room was very quiet, and Du Mingyu and his three's heart-piercing singing had been reduced by half when they passed through the soundproof wall, and they could only vaguely hear that they were indeed howling wolves, but they couldn't quite hear what they were howling.

After being silent for a while, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi let out a long sigh, and slowly raised his head from the nest of his neck.

Jing Xing rubbed her hair, then lowered his eyes and leaned closer, put his forehead against hers, tip of his nose to hers, lowered his eyes and asked her: "Congratulations... What did you say to you?"

His eyelashes are very long, like two long and narrow brushes. When he raises his eyes and closes his eyelashes, he brushes the end of her eyes again and again, making her slightly itchy.

Little Nuomi Dumpling blinked, and it took him half a beat to hear his words.

"It has nothing to do with him." She shook her head, her slender legs hanging in the air by his side.

The wicker chair that Jing Xing was sitting on was very high, only the side where he was leaning on had a back, and she retracted her hands from his shoulders, so she didn't have to be afraid of falling, Jing Xing's hands kept falling on hers. At the waist, he showed a protective gesture and wrapped her in his arms.

"Yes..." Xiao Nuomi Duanzi paused, turned his eyes away, and said softly, "It was my father who called."

Jing Xing's eyes darkened, and there was a slight "Huh?" at the end of his voice.

"Next Tuesday is Aunt He's birthday." Xiao Nuomi Duanzi didn't look at him, all the emotions in his eyes were restrained under his long eyelashes, "He asked me to go back to He's house."

She didn't even seem to want to say the three words "my dad" again.

Jing Xing's eyes kept falling on her face, and the tone of Xiao Nuomi Tuanzi's speech was always with a lightness of trying to be calm, as if she pretended not to care about these things, so she really could not care Same.

Jing Xing's heart tightened slightly as he watched.

After saying this, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi tilted her head, and her eyes fell on the tea table beside her. She reached over sideways, picked up the remote control on it, and opened the curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The bright lights outside the window, together with the stars all over the sky, reflected in. The little glutinous rice dumpling raised his eyes, and looked at the huge overturned sky in the distance through the clear glass window.

In her eyes, there are shattered stars and overturned inkstones.

For a moment, Jing Xing felt that he saw emotions in her eyes that were more intense than ink, but when he looked closely, there was nothing inside.

"Don't want to go?" His voice was low and gentle, piercing through the vast and dark night and reaching her ears.

Little Nuomi Dumpling's eyes paused for a moment, hesitating for a moment before turning his head, and his tone was light: "A little bit."

It's not so much that she doesn't want to go, it's more that she dislikes Lin Hongwei's words.

Especially his tone of voice.

Not a discussion, not an inquiry, but a notice.

What made her feel even more chilled was that Lin Hongwei's words were all about He Feiyan - if you don't come, your Auntie He will be unhappy. He never considered her feelings or asked her thoughts from the beginning to the end.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that besides being a husband, he was also a father.

Jing Xing raised his hand, rubbed his warm fingertips on her ring finger, looked at her and said in a low voice: "Then we won't go, okay?"

Hearing this, Xiao Nuomi Duanzi tilted his head to look at him, for a moment, suddenly smiled, then shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

She heard that this was not a perfunctory reassurance from him, he really didn't want her to do something she didn't want to do.

This sentence is enough.

For her, the important thing is not what to do, but to be understood, at least, in this world, there are still people who will care about her.

"I have something to do with it." Jing Xing stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed, raised his hand to touch her face, and said in a low voice, "I don't care about others, but I don't want you to be wronged. "

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi was used to swallowing these grievances, but Jing Xing couldn't get used to it.

(End of this chapter)