Mr.president, you are too gentle

When the car stopped in a Japanese shop, Fu Xiaoxiao was still immersed in the * * mood that Cheng shaozhao had just given himself. Even when Cheng shaozhao whispered to her, Fu Xiaoxiao didn't react.

"When you arrive, you go to order first, and I'll park the car and go in." Cheng shaozhao's tone is usually cold, but he always brings a little tenderness inadvertently.

Being reminded by Cheng shaozhao, Fu Xiaoxiao realized his gaffe. So there was a little red tide on his face, as if he felt embarrassed.

Shy didn't say much, just nodded in a hurry. Then he untied his seat belt, but when people are unlucky, everything is unlucky. Fu Xiaoxiao didn't notice it until he hung his head and unfastened his seat belt.

Because I'm wearing a knitted sweater, the wool has been twisted with the buckle of the safety belt inadvertently. Until now, the entanglement is more tight, so that Fu Xiaoxiao hurriedly wants to untie it, but there is no way.

Perhaps the delay was a little long, and Cheng shaozhao, who even attracted one side, looked down. Fu Xiaoxiao only felt embarrassed, and the action on his hand became more and more anxious. However, this made the wool and lock catch entangled more tightly.

Cheng shaozhao can feel Fu Xiaoxiao's urgency and see that she has been lowering her head and busy living. He asked, "what's the matter?"

"The sweater and the lock catch are entangled and can't be opened." Fu Xiaoxiao looked up slightly, his hand was still on the sweater, and his eyebrows tightened tightly, as if he were experiencing something very difficult.

In her tone, there was fragile helplessness and some urgency. In her eyes, there was her own water light, which made people feel sorry.

Following Fu Xiaoxiao's words, Cheng shaozhao looked down and saw that the apricot white sweater was tightly twisted with the buckle of the seat belt. Fu Xiaoxiao's sweater is a thick sweater, so the wool is also particularly thick. It is tightly locked with the lock lock. The wool is entangled and deformed, but it has not been untied.

Perhaps Fu Xiaoxiao's tone was too urgent, and her eyes were full of pitiful light. Cheng shaozhao's heart moved and stopped thinking. He leaned over and reached out to help Fu Xiaoxiao. He wanted to untie his seat belt and tangle with the lock on his sweater.

Because he leaned over, Fu Xiaoxiao was very close to Cheng shaozhao for a moment. Fu Xiaoxiao could even feel the faint mint fragrance emanating from Cheng shaozhao.

Mixed with the smell of tobacco, it is clear that he usually hates the smell of tobacco, that strong choking smell. But Cheng shaozhao seems to be different. The smell of light tobacco not only adds special male charm to Cheng shaozhao, but also slightly indulges in Fu Xiaoxiao's heart.

There was something abrupt in his movement, but his expression was so natural that his hands had put on the safety buckle. And is lowering his head to seriously solve the problem on the safety buckle. His expression was so focused that Fu Xiaoxiao didn't even have the heart to interrupt him.

The distance between them was so close that Fu Xiaoxiao felt that his shallow breath could spray to Cheng shaozhao's head. She quietly held her breath and even dared not move her eyes. She just looked at Cheng shaozhao motionless.