Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 1 His Child
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It's raining.

The sky was very dark and connected to the ground, the moon could not be seen under the thick black clouds, and the street lamps were mixed with raindrops, flashing, flashing, like the end of the world.

The wind howled and the branches swayed.

There is a storm going on.

Song Xiaolin didn't bring an umbrella, so she tightly protected her schoolbag in her arms, and pushed open the heavy iron door. There was a creaking sound, and she had already run into the house, and the water stains on the ground were cut open Another round of circles.

In the chaos of the world, only a lonely swing was left swaying in the wind and rain, and the purple Roland blooming not far away became the only bright color.

Inside the villa, the lights are bright.

As soon as she entered the living room, she clearly felt a heavy low air pressure around her.

"Xiao Song, where have you been? Why don't you tell the driver, it's raining too much this evening." Aunt Wu hurriedly took the schoolbag in her hand, winked, and whispered , "Young master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Xiaolin tilted his head and saw the man sitting on the sofa at a glance.

With his back to her, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't speak, he just quietly flipped through the thick book in his palm, pressing his knuckle fingers on the spine of the book, so seductive.

But from a not-so-close distance, she still felt his coldness.

She didn't respond, and stood where she was, tugging at her sleeves vigorously, trying to cover the scratches and scars on her arms.

"Child, where have you been? Are you back so late?"

Lu Jingyan's voice was very soft, even a little soft, but there was an aura of authority without anger.

He always called her a child, a child, a child, calling her a child in a gentle and affectionate way, like the sweetest love words.

But she knew that the child he was talking about was just a child.

He is a child who will never grow up, and a child who will always be five years younger than him.

Song Xiaolin walked over and buried his head very low: "It's nothing, I'm going to my classmate's house."

"Student's family?" Hearing her words, Lu Jingyan stopped flipping the book in his hand, raised his head, and stared at her, "What kind of classmate needs you to come back in the rain?"

"I'm going to run back myself."

"You don't hold up an umbrella? Don't you call the driver? You don't call me? You just want to run back in the rain? Is that what you mean?"

She didn't answer, just buried her head lower.

Under the white smoke of the black tea, his expression was not clear, "My child, let me ask you, did you fight with your classmates?"

Song Xiaolin covered his sleeves and shook his head.

She didn't dare to look at him, let alone look directly into his eyes, because...she would have no confidence, she would feel guilty, she would feel inferior, like falling into endless dust, she could not even breathe, suffocating beyond measure.

"Kid, look at me."

The very gentle tone, like the continuous ringing of bells, slowly entered her heart all the way.

She raised her head almost subconsciously, instinctively, and uncontrollably, and looked straight at him, but lost her mind in an instant.

The heart beats like a deer.

Lu Jingyan, he is a gentle and refined man.

From a distance, there is always a sense of desolation and alienation around him. His speech and behavior are decent and generous, and his eyes are as clear as water, and the color of them is as warm as jade. You can see through all the sorrows of the past and present.

His appearance is extremely handsome, delicate and indifferent, his smile is gentle and friendly, but when he is desolate, he is like an iceberg, and his profile is as sharp as a knife, yet soft, which makes people's hearts move.

He is tall and thin, under the light of the mist-like light, his delicate porcelain-like skin is so white that it glows, as if he walked out of the Jiangnan water village with green smoke, like a god.

But his lips are very light, not as thick as his eyebrows and eyes.

Perhaps, it was because of his poor health.

It is said that when he was seven years old, Lu's father and Lu's mother took him to Nanchuan, but he caught a cold by accident. After returning to Beicheng, he suffered from minor illnesses and took medicine all year round.

But Song Xiaolin felt that his sickness was a kind of extreme beauty that absorbed the soul.

She was always at a loss for words, and couldn't describe his amazingness in too many words.

A gentleman is refined and gentle like jade.

Probably the most beautiful line she could think of.

Suddenly, she came back to her senses, the sleeves had been ripped off by him, and the scars on her arms were exposed in his field of vision like that, even the surrounding air became quiet, except for the wind and rain outside the house, Lu Jingyan asked in a low voice, "Where did these injuries come from?"

The moment his warm fingertips touched her cold skin, Song Xiaolin suddenly blushed, pulled back his sleeves in a hurry, and looked away: "It's nothing, I fell down."

"Where did it fall?"

"……forget."

After the sound fell, he closed the book in his hand heavily. Under the gloomy light, those beautiful eyes looked even darker, brighter and deeper, with a bit of scrutiny and anger, "Child, when did you Have you learned to lie to me too?" He got up and walked towards her, his cold breath approaching, "I'll ask you again, did you fight with your classmates?"

Although he was angry, his tone was still very light, but there was another sense of oppression that could not be expressed.

Lu Jingyan was much taller than her, covering all the light that shone on her body at once, and hiding in the shadow, she could smell the faint smell of tea on his body, mixed with the aroma of books, and blended into her body. Breathe, and then slowly enter the heartbeat.

After a while, Song Xiaolin nodded, "Yes, I had a fight with my classmates."

Hearing this, he seemed to chuckle lightly, or maybe he didn't.

"Why fight? Child, I remember you are very good and never cause trouble. This is the first time."

Yes, she is very good.

Eat on time, go to bed on time, get up on time, get along well with teachers and classmates, and her grades are always top-notch. She doesn't like to talk to others, and sometimes she is a little too quiet.

Hearing that the head teacher called and said that she was fighting with students from other classes, Lu Jingyan didn't believe it.

He is willing to believe her.

But his child has been lying to him. She tried to hide it and was unwilling to tell him the truth.

His questioning made her feel sour and wronged.

Song Xiaolin raised his head, and there was such a clear and stubborn gaze in those eyes, he was stunned for a moment, thinking whether his tone just now was a bit fierce: "Child, you..."

"I fight when I want to. There is no reason." After she finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave.

"stop."

This time, Lu Jingyan was really angry. To be precise, he was not angry, but rather disappointed, "Is this the attitude I taught you to face adults?"

"Attitude towards adults?" Song Xiaolin's emotions gradually lost control, and he said ironically, "What kind of adult are you? You are only five years older than me, why do you care about me..."

(End of this chapter)