President Ba’s Little Rose

The hotel where Shen Xizhi lived was only two blocks away from the Cultural Palace.

After calling Qiao Zong last night, she played a few games with Zhang Qilianmai and slept a little late.

In the morning, Shen Jilin called her to get up for dinner, and she continued to sleep after the meal.

Sleep until noon this night.

After tidying up, Shen Xizhi and Shen Ji came to the Palace of Culture to compete.

Not many people come to participate in the competition.

It's autumn in Beijing in October, the weather is slightly cool, and the noon sun is warm and not scorching.

She was far away and saw Qiao Zong standing at the door.

The man leaned against the round pillar at the entrance of the Palace of Culture. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and white suit pants.

The girls passing by were all watching him, and others seemed to be discussing him with their companions.

Seeing this scene, Shen Xizhi's heart seemed to be blocked by something, and it was not smooth.

And when she got closer, she could see what Qiao Zong looked like at this time.

The sun shone from behind him obliquely, and half of his face was hidden in the shadows. The other half of the face was washed by the sun to make the complexion translucent, and the lip color became more reddish.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly raised at the ends, their eyes were dark, and the eyelashes seemed to be full of sunlight. When I lowered my eyes, there was an unspeakable sense of romance from the corner of my eyebrows.

It happened that he unfurled two buttons on the collar of his shirt, exposing a small piece of chest and two delicate rows of jagged collarbones.

In Zhang Qi's words, this man, all over his body, exudes a sensuality that makes people want to take his clothes off.

Qiao Zong followed her words and glanced down at his clothes.

Nothing wrong was found.

He raised his eyes and asked gently: "What's the matter?"

Shen Xizhi noticed that the shirt he was wearing today had a complicated dark pattern on the neckline, and the shirt buttons were also small silver buttons, revealing a low-key luxury.

Qiao Zong used to dress very casually, but today he seems to have dressed up deliberately.

Knowing that her anger was inexplicable, Shen Xizhi couldn't help it. She said fiercely, "Why do you want to wear such an exposed?"

Qiao Zong: "?"

Obvious confusion appeared in his eyes, he lowered his head and glanced again, repeating the two words softly: "Exposure, exposure?"

Shen Xizhi frowned deeper.

She took another step forward, raising her hand to cover Qiao Zong's neckline.

When the man lowers his head, his collarbone is more dented and the lines are clear.

There is a kind of unspeakable sense of sex.

He was much taller than Shen Xizhi, and from her perspective, he could clearly see his shoulders hidden under the shirt fabric.

The little girl's hand didn't touch him, so she hung in the air at the position of his chin.

Qiao Zong's eyes curled slightly, his expression soft under the light. He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist: "What is this for?"

"Your buttons can't be buckled properly." The little girl glanced sideways at him, accusingly, "Why do you want to expose your collarbone."

Qiao Zong pulled her hand down and glanced down at his collarbone.

Looking up again, the little girl snorted from her nose, turned her head directly, and ignored him.

He didn't know, so he raised his eyebrows.

Shen Xizhi's face was tense, and he hummed: "Just now, everyone outside has seen it."

Qiao Zong didn't quite understand: "What?"

"Others have seen you, so, it's exposed." Shen Xizhi finished stumbling, and met the man's gaze with a smile.

She panicked for a moment, and suddenly lost her confidence.

"But," Shen Xizhi lowered his eyes with a guilty heart, and deliberately emphasized: "It has nothing to do with me."

Qiao Zong moved the hand holding her wrist down, tapped her index finger on the palm of her hand, and then slowly rubbed it.

The temperature of his fingertips was a bit cold, and Shen Xizhi's palm seemed to be electrocuted, sweating unconsciously.

Qiao Zong bent over, looking straight at her, "Brother is called exposing like this?"

"Can this be called conservative?" Shen Xizhi's eyes glanced at his collar again. I always feel that everyone in the hall is watching this place.

"Ah, I remember." Qiao Zong recalled, "Did Zhizhi look at me before?"

His tone was very frivolous, with a tune.

Shen Xizhi wrinkled her face, and said, "I am different from others."

"Why is it different?" Qiao Zong asked gently.

Shen Xizhi's eyes widened a little, with a serious expression: "I am watching with integrity, and others are watching secretly."

The little girl has plenty of reasons.

Qiao rolled her Adam's apple up and down, smiled, swiped her index finger on the palm of her hand, and coaxed in a low voice, "Don't be angry, others only watched a little bit, Zhizhi has all seen."

Shen Xizhi was taken aback: "...?"

Can you compare this way?

The staff has already registered, Shen Jilin turned around and greeted: "Zhizhi, Brother Qiao Zong, go in."

"Okay." Shen Xizhi replied.

Seeing the hands they were holding together, Shen Jilin's expression froze, as if he had seen a ghost: "What are you doing?!"

With hindsight, Shen Xizhi broke away from Qiao Zong's hand, her fingers twitched the hair on the side of her ears, and she defended uneasily: "I will help him see the palmistry."

Shen Jilin frowned, obviously not convinced.

Shen Xizhi swallowed nervously, and again quibbleed: "He almost fell just now, I helped him."

Qiao Zong: "?"

Shen Jilin: "Huh?"

It was only yesterday that Shen Xizhi revealed her feelings for Qiao Zong, and Shen Ji couldn't help but think of something.

He coughed and walked awkwardly, pulling Shen Xizhi's arm, and said to Qiao Zong: "Brother, sorry, my sister, sometimes, is a little too enthusiastic."

Shen Xizhi turned her head, wondering what he was talking about.

"Thanks to you." Shen Jilin said again.

"It's okay." Qiao Zong smiled mildly, and glanced over Shen Xizhi's body, saying unclearly, "I like Zhizhi very much."

The second monk Shen Jilinzhang couldn't figure it out, scratched his head, and pulled Shen Xizhi again: "Okay, go in."

Shen Xizhi followed him vainly.

Qiao Zong's words kept playing back in his mind.

He said that he liked her very much.

He likes her.

like her.

When he confessed yesterday, Qiao Zong didn't say he liked her. When he called later, he didn't say anything.

But just now, in front of Shen Jilin, he said that he liked her.

She felt like living a little sparrow in her heart, flapping her wings happily. She licked her lips, her eyes bend.

Walking into the playing field, Shen Jilin found a corner and sat down, turned on the phone and started playing the game.

Shen Xizhi was about to sit next to him, but someone pulled her arm from behind, she turned her head, and Qiao looked at her with her lips curled.

The sand painting competition has not yet started, and the indoor lights are not turned off.

Shen Xizhi began to feel that the piece of his neckline was an eye-catcher again. The corners of his mouth collapsed, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Zong's head lowered, his lips almost touching her ears, his tone was low and dumb: "Help brother to tie the buttons, eh?"

Shen Xizhi looked startled when she heard the words.

Both of her wrists were held by the man, and his palm was hot.

Shen Xizhi was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Shen Jilin behind him. Fortunately, he was playing the game intently and didn't notice them both.

Qiao Zong bent his lips and smiled, and whispered: "Are you still afraid of being discovered by your third brother?"

The tips of Shen Xizhi's ears were hot.

She acted like a thief, pulling Qiao Zong out on the promenade.

Qiao Zong didn't resist, she dragged him out, and followed him out.

Sometimes people pass by in the promenade.

Most passers-by will look at them for a few moments. When the women see Qiao Zong, their eyes will light up, and then they will catch a glimpse of Shen Xizhi, and they will leave without interest.

Shen Xizhi closed all these gazes in her eyes, she raised her head and glared at Qiao Zong.

The man shrugged his shoulders, his brows and eyes seemed to be full of spring.

Shen Xizhi stared at him without saying a word.

Last time, this man came to their school to give a speech and was blocked in the corridor by a group of girls. Even a girl with audacity still whistles at him.

Qiao lowered his eyes and smiled lazily: "Jealous?"

Shen Xizhi always felt that his tone was awkward, and she said awkwardly: "Why should I be jealous."

"Because other women look at my brother." Qiao Zong's lips bend, and his peach blossom eyes bend into two beautiful crescents, his tone of voice seems to be annoying: "Little girl, you are really possessive."

He seemed to be complaining about her being careful.

Shen Xizhi wrinkled her nose, feeling aggrieved in her heart.

She also knows that this is not good. Qiao Zong wears everything is his freedom. Even, Qiao Zong grows into such an evil and evil appearance, it is also normal to attract people.

However, when other women watched Qiao Zong, they seemed to have a gas in her heart.

It was uncomfortable and sour.

She lowered her head, her voice was suffocated, and with a vague sob, she said in a **** voice: "I'm stingy. If you can't stand it, don't talk to me."

The girl made a crying voice, as if it had swallowed Qiao Zong's reason.

She is expressing her exclusive desire for him.

Qiao leaned down, his gaze fell on her face, raised his hand, wiped the corners of the little girl's eyes with the pads of his thumb, and said softly: "I can bear it."

His gentle voice seemed to calm her emotions, Shen Xizhi bit her lip, raised her head, and made a small whimper from her throat.

She didn't cry, but her eyes were a little red.

Those clear and Lingling apricot eyes looked at him a little ignorantly.

She asked: "Then why do you still talk about me."

"I didn't say you." Qiao Zong said warmly, "Brother is happy."

"What are you happy about." She choked him: "Will you be happy to see me ashamed?"

Qiao Zong "hissed" and laughed: "So eloquent."

Shen Xizhi glared at him again.

His eyes were dark, with sparse eyelashes, and only her shadow was reflected in his black pupils.

Shen Xizhi seemed to be bewitched.

She said: "Qiao Zong, I will build a palace to hide you from now on."

Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Xizhi hummed, "Then, just show it to me."

Qiao Zong sighed, suppressing the emotion that was about to overflow from his chest, his face remained calm: "Zhizhi is so domineering."

"If you think I'm overbearing, you can ignore me." Shen Xizhi said unreasonably, "I didn't force you to talk to me."

Joe never answered.

Unknown emotions rolled in his dark eyes, and his jaw was closed tightly.

Shen Xizhi raised his hand, put both hands on his neckline, and fastened the two buttons that he untied casually.

Qiao lowered his eyes vertically and looked at her hand.

The skin on the back of the little girl's hand was shiny, white as if reflecting light, and light blue blood vessels could be seen under the translucent skin.

The two buttons were fastened, and Shen Xizhi finally saw him favorably.

She put down her hand and raised her eyes.

The line of sight was caught off guard and ran into Qiao Zong's eyes.

Qiao twitched his lips, the dark blue shirt lined his skin like jade, and when he lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes were unspeakably romantic.

He pinched Shen Xizhi's chin with two fingers, the emotions in his eyes were unnamed, and his voice was low and hoarse, slowly and logically.

"A kiss?"

"Can you?"