She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 455 "Who am I to you?"

At the end of August, it belongs to the season of late summer and early autumn. The hot and scorching heat in the daytime has not completely subsided, but the sea breeze in the night has brought a bit of autumn.

Turning the corner of the intersection, the traffic on the road has become less than that of the main road, but in the tree-lined sidewalks on both sides of the long street, there are more pedestrians walking and walking their dogs after dinner.

Worried that the little glutinous rice dumpling would be scattered by the crowd, Jing Xing stretched out his hand in silence, and held her wrist gently and without rejection.

Lin Qingyou paused slightly, then lowered her eyelashes, and continued to walk forward without saying a word.

Seeing that this glutinous rice dumpling seemed to really intend to continue the silence to the end tonight, Jing Xing tilted his head and looked at her steadily for a while, then suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

His five fingers clasped her hand, and with some strength on his wrist, he pulled her directly into his arms, and then walked towards the sidewalk.

This is an old street with a history of a hundred years. On both sides of the road are old locust trees planted, which shade the sky and block out the sun. When he got down, he blocked the street lamp above his head tightly, and only the weak light and shadow were mottled and scattered on the ground.

Jing Xing didn't speak, Lin Qingyou couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, she could only see his beautiful black eyes through the faint light and shadow cast by the neon lights of the roadside shops - there was no emotion in them.

Lin Qingyou was inexplicably uneasy, she pursed her lips, and suddenly broke free from his hand holding her slender wrist, and hid both hands behind her back.

"I'm sorry." She quickly lowered her head and apologized in a low voice, her voice was hidden in the crowd, barely audible.

The closer the person is, the harder it is to apologize.

At the beginning, she was able to express her apology calmly, and even gave him a ninety-degree bow with one button three times, but as the relationship became closer, the "I'm sorry" said It became more and more difficult.

I'm sorry-sometimes it not only means apology, but also means alienation between the two.

"What?" Her voice was too low, and the traffic and people on the road were noisy, so Jing Xing couldn't hear clearly for a moment, so he leaned over and moved closer to her.

Lin Qingyou bit her lower lip and repeated: "I'm sorry."

Jing Xing heard it clearly this time, he twitched the corners of his lips, looked down at her, the color of his pupils was unclear.

A silent atmosphere suddenly spread between the two of them. After a pause, it didn't seem long before Jing Xing suddenly asked, "Why are you suddenly apologizing to me?"

Lin Qingyou didn't speak, but just pointed at his arm.

Jing Xing's arm was really ill-fated. It hadn't been better since the summer vacation. First, it was bumped into the corner of the table by Qiyue, and the bruise finally dissipated. The car skills that people sent away, followed by He Wei's business.

After wiping such a long wound, I don't know if it will leave a scar in the future.

Sensing the expression on Xiao Nuomi Tuanzi's face that was about to cry, Jing Xing's eyebrows softened suddenly, he raised his hand to rub the top of her hair, and his voice became softer: "Tuantuan, what's the matter? This expression .”

He put his hand on her head gently and did not take it away, "I said I blamed you, huh?"

He lowered his head, touched her hair lightly with the corner of his lips, and felt the uneasiness she was trying to suppress.

Lin Qingyou's side face was pressed against his heart by him, and the sound of his heart beating from his chest was heard in his ears, one after another, especially clear in this noisy traffic of people.

She closed her eyes and her voice became hoarse: "I'm sorry, I didn't know she would come with me."

If she had known that this would be the case, she would definitely not have Jing Xing involved in this matter.

This matter had nothing to do with him.

The two have been together for such a long time, so what Lin Qingyou thinks, of course, cannot be hidden from Jing Xing.

Hearing her repeated apologies, Jing Xing's expression suddenly faded a little. He hugged her in silence for a while, then suddenly took her hand and walked towards the roadside shop.

Benches were placed at the entrances of small roadside shops for pedestrians to rest on. Jing Xing chose a 24-hour convenience store nearby, raised his chin toward the benches, and signaled her to sit there.

Lin Qingyou saw that he was planning to settle accounts later in the fall, and tugged at the corner of his coat with some anxiety, and sat down on the bench obediently as he wished.

Jing Xing bought a bottle of milk from the convenience store, unscrewed the bottle cap slowly, stuffed the milk into her hand, and then squatted down in front of her, his eyelashes as long as crow feathers lifted. up.

His eyes looked at her, his speech slowed down, and he paused word by word: "That's not the case."

"...What?" Lin Qingyou froze for a moment, unable to understand what he was talking about.

"I mean, if you keep it from me, I will only get angry with you." Jing Xing also spoke slowly, with a very patient appearance.

Lin Qingyou's fingers holding the milk bottle tightened slightly, not knowing what to say.

There was another silence, Jing Xing suddenly took her left hand that was resting on her knee, and asked abruptly, "Who am I to you?"

Lin Qingyou: "...Huh?"

"What am I yours, huh?" He squeezed her soft fingertips, and hummed a soft "Huh?"

He asked this question a bit suddenly, Lin Qingyou didn't react for a moment, and said the words in his mouth without thinking: "...Dad?"

She spit out these two words uncertainly.

"..."

Jing Xing suddenly stopped playing with her fingers, and looked at her speechlessly.

Now that Lin Qingyou had finished speaking, she also realized that she also looked at him speechlessly.

What did she just say?

dad? ? ?

"..."

What a goddamn dad.

The two looked at each other silently for a while, Jing Xing couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "I'm your father?"

"..."

This is really hard to accept.

Lin Qingyou couldn't think of what to say, so in an emergency, she had to switch the roles of the two of them, and said dryly, "How about I be your father?"

"..."

Jing Xing continued to look at her wordlessly.

It is better not to remedy this.

After a pause, Jing Xing glanced at her with a half-smile, stood up slowly, then looked down at her, and said in a calm voice, "Very good, Dad."

No emotion could be heard in the voice.

"..."

Like an eggplant that had been beaten by wind and frost, Lin Qingyou shrugged and lowered her head, suddenly put the milk bottle in her hand aside, stood up and rushed towards him.

(End of this chapter)