Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

"Little uncle?"

The girl's low voice rang out behind her.

"Well?"

Shen Che smokes slightly. He looks at the girl in front of him.

The girl in front of her is still wearing the clothes of the party, and her hair is still in the shape given by the stylist, but her face seems to be a little miserable.

Shen Che's eyes are still with the confusion of not pulling away, the eyes that can be as bright as stars leave a heavy ink on Xiang Nan's heart.

Shen Che's facial features are as sharp as a knife, and his wheat skin has a tough temperament.

In particular, the breath of his blood integrity deeply attracted Xiang Nan.

If you ask who Xiang Nan's idol is, it must be brother Jun.

And Shen Che is the best of all the military brothers she has ever seen.

She looked at Shen Che with fascination and adoration.

As early as at the banquet, Xiang Nan wanted to say hello to Shen Che, but he had been talking to Shen Feiyang and some military and political leaders, so Xiang Nan didn't dare to go there.

The girl's hot and undisguised sight made Shen Che's face slightly red, but his skin was dark and he couldn't see the blush at all.

Shen Che coughed softly, "wipe it!"

"What do you mean?" Xiang Nan looks at Shen Che blankly.

The makeup on Xiang Nan's face is dizzy, especially the eye makeup. His eyes are as black as a national treasure. With this blank expression, it's not too funny.

Shen Che couldn't help laughing. He took out a wet towel from his pocket and handed it to Xiang Nan. "The makeup on your face is dizzy."

"Is it?" Xiang Nan quickly covers his face, "no, no, No."

Then, Shen Che sees Xiang Nanfei rushing into the bathroom.

The toilet here is a big one, which is divided into men's and women's toilets. The middle part is a mirror and a sink.

Xiang Nan rushes to the mirror. When she sees her face like a ghost, she stares in horror. "Damn, who is this ghost? It's not me

Xiang Nan washes his face and wails.

She just appeared in front of the idol in this way. It was a big joke.

No face, no face.

Shen Che's body is leaning against the door of the bathroom. He looks at the girl washing her face, muttering in a low voice, and a smile that he didn't even find on her lips.

Xiang Nan washed off the makeup on her face, looked at herself in the mirror and nodded, "it's like a little bit of a person."

A turn around, rely on the man on the door into the eye, scared to Nan reflexively back a few steps.

"Little uncle, why haven't you left yet?"

"Get ready to wash your hands."

Shen Che pointed to the sink.

"Oh, oh." Nod to Nan, immediately make room for Shen Che to wash his hands.

Shen Che washed his hands and asked her, "Why are you here?"

To Nan honest reply, "I and seven seven they are here today carnival."

"Seven seven is there, too?"

"Yes

While speaking, Shen Che has washed his hands and has been wiping them slowly since he took them from the side.

Later, Xiang Nan thought of a problem.

She tilted her head and asked, "little uncle, do you know me?"

Shen Che

Now the girl finally remembered the problem.

If he had not seen her at the party and had some impression of her, he would have mistaken the little girl for being seriously ill by calling her little uncle as soon as she met.