her little sweet orange

Chapter 65 Only To You

Tangxi lowered her head unnaturally: "Thank you, you."

"Lu Wenjie! You can't fight anymore, come on!"

Several boys on the basketball court looked at this side and shouted loudly.

It turned out that his name was Lu Wenjie, Tangxi chewed these three words carefully.

Lu Wenjie scratched his head with a smile: "You're welcome, you're not hurt."

Tangxi replied subconsciously: "No, I'm not injured."

He smiled at Tangxi: "If I'm not injured, I'll leave first. Be careful on the basketball court."

Tangxi nodded, and wanted to say something, but Lu Wenjie had already turned around and left.

She was a little lost.

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After the final exam, the students of No. [-] Middle School officially had their winter vacation.

Chen Miao is busy, she stays at Xia Nuan's house from [-] to [-] every day to practice the cello non-stop, and she doesn't spend more than an hour at her own house during the day, which is just short of staying at Xia Nuan's house.

But a week later, the New York International Kleida Music Competition is very valuable, and the top three are likely to be sent to the top international music schools.

That is Xia Nuan's alma mater.

At the beginning, Xia Nuan became famous all over the world because of this competition, so Xia Nuan attached great importance to this competition.

Chen Miao raised her head when she heard the door being pushed open.

Cheng Huai walked in and sat beside her, with a faint look in his eyes, he reached out and put the bow in her hand aside.

"Take a break."

Chen Miao picked up the phone and looked at it. It was already one o'clock in the morning at night. After practicing for eight hours, he didn't even notice it.

Cheng Huai rubbed her sore hands for her: "Mom is not at home today, the noodles are ready, go eat when you are hungry."

After he finished speaking, Chen Miao's stomach started to growl. She didn't show any embarrassment and touched her flat stomach.

"I'm really hungry."

Chen Miao's hands were white and tender, not big, just wrapped by Cheng Huai's hands. Her fingers were slender and slender, and the fingertips were pinkish in color. The calluses on the fingertips were completely invisible, but they were still hard to the touch. hard.

He pulled up the weak Chen Miao: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Chen Miao turned and lay on his back: "I'm tired, you carry me."

Cheng Huai seemed to chuckle lightly, with a pampering that he didn't even realize: "Little slob."

Thin and strong hands wrapped around her knees and picked her up.

Chen Miao wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his head in Cheng Huai's neck and rubbed it, feeling a little greedy for his breath.

It smells like soap with a hint of tobacco, and it seems to have a hint of his unique woody aroma, which seems to be addictive.

It smelled good, something she had never smelled on anyone else.

Cheng Huai slowly went downstairs with Chen Miao on his back, and put her on the dining chair.

Chen Miao let go of his shoulders, took a bite of noodles with chopsticks, and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"orange."

Cheng Huai raised his eyelids and looked at her: "Huh?"

After chewing the food in his mouth, Chen Miao said slowly, "If you want to be a cook, I will definitely hire you for the rest of your life."

"it is good."

After a while, Cheng Huai looked at Chen Miao with a smile, "I can hire you for free for a lifetime."

Chen Miao paused her hands, and soon, she smiled: "How can this be so, aren't you at a loss?"

"Only you."

Chen Miao subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

Cheng Huai chuckled, his voice was very low, and he raised his hand to rub Chen Miao's head.

"For you, no loss."

Chen Miao vaguely didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"I say."

"I like you."

Chen Miao's pupils shrank slightly, and with a shake of his hands, the slippery noodles slid down from the chopsticks, splashing the soup.

Chen Miao was splashed with soup and gasped.

Cheng Huai raised her chin with his left hand, wiped off the soup for her, didn't hold back his laughter, just laughed out loud.

Chen Miao patted him, "Why are you laughing?"

Cheng Huai threw the tissue into the trash can sideways, with a lingering smile on his lips.

"Okay, don't laugh."

She glared at Cheng Huai, then turned her head and ate noodles as if nothing had happened.

The huge villa was empty, and there was silence in the air.

Cheng Huai sat beside her and looked at her.

After eating, Chen Miao picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth: "Go to bed first, I'll wash the dishes."

He looked at Chen Miao and grabbed the wrist of Chen Miao who was about to get up.

Chen Miao turned her head and lowered her head to look at him.

Cheng Huai stood up, imprisoned her in his arms, leaned slightly, and stared into her eyes for a while.

"It's the first time I've confessed my love since I've grown up, at least I'll give you a reply."

Chen Miao pursed her lips, took a step back, and pressed her body against the wall.

"We're friends."

"I like you, the big deal is that I don't have friends anymore, and I don't lack friends, I only lack you."

Chen Miao put her hands on his shoulders and leaned slightly to look at him.

"Then will you still bully me in the future?"

Cheng Huai leaned over and kissed her on the forehead: "Don't bully your wife."

　I can't wait to write the urban drama where Sister Miao and Master Huai grow up

　　
　
(End of this chapter)