One thought in love

Chapter 653 Are you a combination of Chinese and Western? 3
Wenren moved closer to her, not allowing her to look away, and his head also turned with her gaze, sticking to her all the time.

"Your tone just now is not quite right!" Wenren asked tentatively.

jealous?angry?
He didn't know, he had never seen any woman jealous for him.

He knew his identity was there, and no one had the guts to fall in love with him.

And the women he had looked for in the past were all just looking for pleasure, they could abandon everything for money, and even put aside their fear of his identity.

As long as they can get benefits, they can bear anything.

And those people are even more courageous, impossible, and have no chance to be jealous.

Wenren frowned slightly, and said in disbelief: "Are you angry?"

"I'm angry?" Fang Jiaran's voice raised unnaturally, even a little sharply.

She took a step back abruptly: "Why should I be angry?"

Her voice is getting higher and higher, it is really hard to ignore.

This made Wenren feel that she was covering up something.

Wenren frowned again, looking at her with a more inquiring look.

Fang Jiaran felt more and more guilty when he saw him, and his face slowly turned red.

Wenren laughed: "Yeah, I also want to know why you are so angry."

He touched his chin again, and said with a smirk: "Let me guess, did I just mention another woman? Huh?"

He took another step forward and looked at Fang Jiaran with his head.

He was much taller than her, and the movement of him leaning over and bowing his head made Fang Jiaran lean back unconsciously.

Looking at her movements, Wenren felt that her waist was really soft and capable of making such difficult movements.

But last night, he discovered that her waist seemed to be very soft.

If he makes some more difficult moves, I believe she can cooperate effortlessly.

Thinking of this, Wenren's eyes couldn't help being covered with a layer of faint fire, his mouth was dry because of the picture in his mind, and he wished he could drag Fang Jiaran into bed to try it out now.

Fang Jiaran was blushing and heart beating when he saw him, his gaze was so familiar.

All night last night, almost until dawn, he was looking at her with this look.

Fang Jiaran habitually swallowed her saliva whenever she was nervous, and took a half step back at the same time.

"Eat...jealous?" Fang Jiaran's voice became sharper.

She could hear it herself, and tried her best to control her voice not to be so sharp, it was as unpleasant as fingernails scratching glass.

But she just couldn't control it, and the more she cared, the shriller her voice became.

"How is it possible!" When her sharp voice sounded again, Fang Jiaran's eyes showed annoyance, and she had given up trying to control her voice.

Wenren didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrows, and the hooked corners of his mouth fully showed that he didn't believe Fang Jiaran's words at all.

Fang Jiaran was extremely annoyed by his playful and skeptical attitude.

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't be angry with Uncle Guo! He doesn't know who you are, and you don't do anything here all day, so of course he will misunderstand!" Fang Jiaran said sharply, "Besides, you...you originally It's black. In other words, it's just a big hooligan who is higher than a little hooligan!"

People who heard it were about to refute, and the blind knew that Fang Jiaran was using Uncle Guo as an excuse, and her reaction was definitely not what she said.

What's more, he is not blind.

It's just that before he could speak, his words were interrupted by Uncle Guo's loud voice.

"Are you ready?" Uncle Guo yelled and walked in.

Wenren spat in a low voice: "This old man's ability to interrupt people's speech is really good, he came here a little bit!"

When Uncle Guo came in, he was dressed the same as before, except that there was an extra towel around his neck and a straw hat on his head.

"Outside the sun, if you go to the tea garden, you have to wear a hat, because once you pass by, you won't be able to come back in a while." Uncle Guo explained.

"I brought you one too." Uncle Guo Fang Jiaran said, "It's your aunt's hat. Although it's a women's hat, it doesn't look very good. Don't dislike it!"

"It's okay!" Fang Jiaran took it over immediately.

The hat is an ordinary straw hat with a thick red line on it, and the skirt is also a little furry.

This hat looks like it has been used for a long time, and it is already a little old.

However, Fang Jiaran was still happy, and put on the hat with gratitude, without showing any dislike.

She even happily ran all the way to the mirror to take a look, and found that it was not bad. Although the hat looked worn and unremarkable, it was not ugly to wear.

Even Wen Ren had to admit that this hat might not look good on Uncle Guo's wife's head, but when it was worn on Fang Jiaran's head, it really gave off a second life.

Putting on this worn-out straw hat, Fang Jiaran still looks damn pretty!

Wenren closed his eyes vigorously, and then opened them again. He felt that his eyes must have been blurred by eye mucus, otherwise, how could there be such a huge deviation.

"Uncle Guo, can I go to the tea garden with my body?" Fang Jiaran asked uncertainly.

Uncle Guo smiled and said, "As long as you're not afraid of getting your clothes dirty, you'll be fine!"

"Of course it doesn't matter!" Fang Jiaran said immediately, the expression on her face said everything, she couldn't wait to fly to the tea garden.

After being tense for so long, it's rare to be able to relax. It's really something I wish for
"Then let's go!" Fang Jiaran urged, as he was about to rush out the door.

"Wait!" Wenren's voice blocked Fang Jiaran's footsteps, Fang Jiaran turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'll go with you too!" Wen Ren said.

"Are you going too?" Fang Jiaran asked in surprise.

"What's so surprising about this?" Facing Fang Jiaran's surprised expression, Wenren was very upset.

Fang Jiaran made no secret of her shock, looking him up and down as if seeing a ghost.

"Are you really going?" Fang Jiaran confirmed again.

Wenren really wanted to seal Fang Jiaran's mouth now, because she never said anything that made him happy!

"Of course!" Wenren said through gritted teeth.

"But you don't have a hat!" Fang Jiaran's tone was as if a hat is a must-have equipment for the tea garden, and you can't go without it.

"It's okay if I don't have a hat!" Wen Ren gritted his teeth, not understanding what there is to insist on.

Fang Jiaran frowned, looking at the scorching sun outside, she was not sure how long she would stay in the tea garden.

The time they stayed was too short, I'm afraid Uncle Guo would think they were insincere.

If you stay for a long time, you will definitely get sunburned.

Fang Jiaran felt that the sun here seemed to be more poisonous than that in the urban area.

So she looked at Wenren's face and said, "You'd better put on your hat!"

As she spoke, she made a fist with her left hand, thumped the palm of her right hand, and said, "By the way, my aunt told me before leaving that if I go to the tea garden, I should wear a hat. The sun is too poisonous and I will get sunburned easily. She also told me that the hat Where did you put it!"

"Wait a minute!" Fang Jiaran said, without waiting for Wenren's answer, she walked to the cabinet by the wall of the living room.

"Wait!" Wenren hurriedly stopped, and said harshly, "I don't wear that thing! No matter how beautiful the hat is, it will crush my hairstyle!"

Fang Jiaran ignored him and took out his hat.

Tong Pinzhi's hat has only the brim, which is fixed with a Velcro after the wind, and the top of the head is exposed.

This hat didn't even give him a chance to comfort himself. It was really a women's hat, even pink, and the style was particularly feminine.

Wen Ren looked at the hat with disgust, and what disgusted him the most was the pink color.

He really couldn't figure out how Tong Pinzhi would like such a dreamy color at such an old age.

"This hat will definitely not damage your hairstyle." Fang Jiaran said proudly, her gratitude to Tong Pinzhi in her heart was like a surging river.

Refuting Wen Ren's excuses, leaving him with no excuses to say, and seeing him cramped and unable to speak was really one of the greatest pleasures in her life.

Especially the frequency of Wenren's face twitching, as fast as radio waves, Fang Jiaran's fingers tapped the brim of the hat with a brisk frequency, and the pleasant rhythm of "Didi Didi" was already humming in his mind.

(End of this chapter)