President Ba’s Little Rose - Chapter 14

When it rained suddenly, people on the street evaded in a hurry.

The barbecue stall is at the end of the alley, and a few steps ahead is the bustling street.

“Brother, let me return this clothes to you.” Shen Xizhi stretched out a hand from under the canopy, and realizing that the rain was not heavy, she raised her hand to lift the coat covering her head. She said, and took a bite. Grilled chicken wings and said vaguely: “We can just run back.”

Shen Jilinhu next to him said in surprise: “Brother Qiao Zong, why are you here?”

Perhaps it was too surprised, the boy’s voice was a little high, and the ending sound went up.

This sound made Shen Xizhi’s movements stop, she raised her eyes subconsciously, the chicken wing was still on her mouth, and the coat over her head was only half lifted.

Qiao Zong was diagonally in front of them, the early autumn drizzle, and the crowd of vehicles behind him kept flowing. He was wearing a long smoky-grey windbreaker, and the fabric on his shoulders and chest was dampened a little by the rain, showing a dark black color.

Inside was a simple white shirt, with one hand in the windbreaker jacket and the other casually on his side, standing quietly outside the canopy of the barbecue booth.

Compared with the pedestrians on the same side, the man carried an isolated elegance and indifferent.

The tip of Shen Xizhi’s heart trembled.

“Zhizhi and I are here to participate in the sand painting competition. I didn’t expect to see you here, but it’s a coincidence.” Shen Jilin looked down among the pile of snacks in his hand and found a bunch of snacks. Grilled fish, asked: “Brother Qiao Zong, do you eat it?”

Qiao Zong didn’t answer, he walked towards them slowly, walking calmly.

Customers buying snacks around him looked at him, but he turned a blind eye to the gaze of bystanders.

During the night chat in the dormitory, the roommate said casually “Tongquechun locks Qiao Zong” as if still in his ears. Shen Xizhi put down the hand that opened the coat, lowered her eyes, and took another bite of chicken wings, her cheeks bulging.

Then, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in his sight, the uppers were clean, and even the trousers were not stained with mud.

The coat over her head was lifted, and a hand appeared in the peripheral light. When the coat was lifted, it seemed to bring a faint wind.

Shen Xizhi was caught off guard.

The coat fabric gently scraped her ears.

She bit her chicken wings and raised her eyes, moving her gaze upwards, and bumping into a pair of dark eyes.

Joe stood outside the canopy, his forehead hair was wetted by the rain and stuck to his forehead. Across a layer of hazy drizzle, his eyebrows looked even thinner.

Shen Xizhi looked at him and took out the chicken wing. Shen Jilin’s “Are you eating” reverberated in her ears. Perhaps she was too nervous, and she blurted out: “Are you eating?”

Qiao looked down.

He glanced at the chicken wing that had been bitten by her most of which was almost boneless, and gently tore the corner of his lower lip. Leaning over, her black eyes met her gaze, and one eyebrow was raised calmly.

Shen Xizhi suddenly became awkward, bit her tongue, annoyed by what she said just now.

Qiao Zong kept silent, just staring at her like that.

His peach blossom eyes are gentle, the tails of the eyes are slightly drooping, the eyelashes are sparse, and the ends of the eyelashes are raised. Like two small brushes.

The distance was too close, and she even clearly saw a small mole on the left side of the bridge of his nose, just below his eyes.

She smelled the scent of meat from the barbecue stall, the salty smell of rain washing the ground.

Also, if the person in front of him has a bitter, medicinal fragrance that seems to be nothing.

These smells are mixed together, revealing an ambiguous breath.

It took about four or five seconds.

Qiao Zong laughed suddenly, his laughter was dumb, inexplicably low, and it was tingling in his ears. His eyes bend down, and his pupils are pitch black.

Shen Xizhi became embarrassed and glared at him.

Qiao Zong straightened up, walked into the canopy, and squeezed between her and Shen Jilin, still holding the blue coat in his hand. He looked sideways and smiled and asked, “My kid, why are you staring at your brother?”

It was the same kind, familiar frivolous playfulness, teasing her.

Shen Xizhi curled her mouth and pointed out stiffly: “You are staring at me.”

Qiao raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t expect the little girl to be so aggressive.

Her temper seemed to have been lighted up in an instant, turned her head, and said stiffly: “I didn’t lose my temper.” After a pause, she called his name: “Qiao Zong.”

Shen Ji on the side felt something was wrong.

Shen Ji asked: “Zhizhi, what are you…”

“Little girl,” Qiao Zong said before Shen Xizhi could answer, “I’m angry.”

Shen Jilin weirdly heard a trace of indulgence from his words. There was a Qiao Zong between him and Shen Xizhi, and he scratched his head: “Ah, it’s so easy to get angry.”

Qiao Zong let out an “um”.

“Well, Brother Qiao Zong, why are you here?” Shen Jilin asked.

“Passing by.” Qiao Zong said casually: “I saw you in the car.”

“…?” Shen Jilin was surprised, “Brother Qiao Zong, your eyes are really good. You can see it all.”

Qiao Zong glanced at him, his eyes darkened: “Are you here to participate in the sand painting competition?”

“Yeah.” Shen Jilin said, “Starting tomorrow, in the cultural palace over there, would you like to see Brother Qiao Zong?”

Qiao Zong looked at Shen Xizhi, curled his lips and said, “What time is tomorrow?”

“Two o’clock in the afternoon.” Shen Jilin glanced outside the canopy, the rain did not abate, and the light rain continued to patter. He saw Qiao Zong’s wet windbreaker, “Brother Qiao Zong didn’t bring an umbrella either.”

Qiao Zong nodded.

“Then you stand here, I’ll send Zhizhi back first, and buy an umbrella for you by the way.” Shen Jilin moved all the food in his hand to one hand, and went to grab the jacket that was placed on Joe’s vertical arm. , Yang said: “Zhizhi, stop eating chicken wings, I will send you back.”

Qiao Zong let him take the coat over, “Are you going back in the rain?”

Shen Ji picked up the collar of his jacket and trembled. He walked around behind Qiao Zong, preparing to cover Shen Xizhi’s head, and said with a grin: “It’s okay, I’m in good health, and Zhizhi is fine if he doesn’t get caught in the rain.”

“Jilin, my assistant brought an umbrella.” Qiao Zong raised his hand, holding Shen Jilin’s wrist with one hand, and said warmly: “I’ll let him bring the umbrella over, and you put on your coat.”

“Ah, good.” Shen Jilin answered.

Qiao Zong said: “Don’t catch a cold.”

Shen Jilin didn’t want him to care about himself so much. He happily squeezed between Qiao Zong and Shen Xizhi, put on his coat, hooked his arm around Qiao Zong’s shoulder, and thanked him, “Thank you brother.”

“Small things.” Qiao Zong bent his lips, his voice was slightly cool, raised his hand to take off his arm, and pointed his finger in the direction: “My assistant is here.”

Shen Jilin was lowering the zipper of his jacket, taking a moment to glance.

A man with the appearance of an assistant was holding an umbrella, hurriedly walked over, and handed over an umbrella: “Mr Qiao, umbrella.”

Qiao Zong took it, lowered his eyes to unbuckle the buckle around the umbrella body, and said casually: “I was so far apart just now, I almost regarded you two as high school students, thinking you skipped class and fell in love.”

Shen Ji smiled: “This is simply wrong.”

“I was wrong for a while.” Qiao Zong said gently, and said: “However, it really matches well.”

Hearing the word “good match”, Shen Jilin widened his eyes, he turned his head and looked at Shen Xizhi, and then he was happy: “This is simply the funniest joke I’ve ever heard.”

Qiao Zong opened the umbrella and smiled, “Xiao Xizhi, come here.”

Shen Xizhi glanced at him, and refused: “I just need to hold an umbrella with my third brother.”

“Yes, brother, you have an umbrella with your assistant, and I have an umbrella with Zhizhi.” Shen Jilin said, reaching out to pick up the umbrella in Qiao Zong’s hand.

Qiao Zong raised his hand, but didn’t give it.

“Brother Qiao Zong?” Shen Jilin was puzzled.

Qiao Zong said slowly: “I can’t hold an umbrella with my assistant.”

Shen Jilin: “Why?”

Qiao Zong: “You know, you know, you will misunderstand.”

Like a bolt from the blue, Shen Ji was stunned: “…What?!”

Qiao said slowly: “He doesn’t like me being too close to the same sex.”

Shen Jilin was stunned for a while, and said blankly: “This, this way.”

Wang Chuang suffocated a smile and greeted him, “That’s Shao Shen, right? Can we two use umbrellas?”

The fine rain crackled on the umbrella. Wang Chuang leaned the umbrella into the canopy. Shen Jilin bent over and leaned in. He turned around and said, “Zhizhi, Brother Qiao Zong is very nice, don’t make a kid’s temper. “

After he left, Shen Xizhi and Qiao Zong were separated from each other.

“I’m still making children’s temper with my brother.” Qiao Zong smiled, moved a step to her, and asked, “Children’s childhood?”

Shen Xizhi: “…”

The embarrassing breath floated in the air, and her scalp was numb for a moment.

Qiao Zong held up the umbrella, and Shen Xizhi’s hands were folded in front of him. The tips of his ears were very hot, as if he was beating a drum in his heart. It seems that even the movement of raising his eyes to look at him has become very difficult.

Then, a dress was put on her shoulder. She noticed that it was Qiao Zong’s smoky gray trench coat.

The windbreaker was too long, covering her whole body, as if a child had stolen an adult’s clothes.

The man’s hand that didn’t hold the umbrella reached over and helped her close the collar of the trench coat.

“Let’s go.” He held his umbrella and walked out of the barbecue booth’s canopy.

Shen Xizhi followed him on his left, consciously keeping a distance from him, and they were about one finger wide apart.

The rain hit the ground and splashed out small splashes, like a certain regular music.

Glancing at the distance between the two, Qiao Zong asked slowly: “So far away from your brother?”

Shen Xizhi said, “I’m afraid my brother will misunderstand.”

“Misunderstanding?” Qiao Zong’s voice was stained with a slight smile.

Shen Xizhi said dryly: “…misunderstand that I like you.”

Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows: “Then this misunderstanding is quite big.”

“Yeah.” Shen Xizhi’s eyes began to panic again, she endured it, and forced her tears back into her eyes.

There was no moment when she understood so clearly.

Qiao Zong had no other thoughts on her.

From beginning to end, only herself was troubled by those secret girls’ minds.

She was frustrated and said, “I won’t be like this again.”

Since you don’t like me.

Then I won’t like you anymore.

Qiao Zong stepped closer, narrowing the distance between the two, putting his shoulders against her shoulders. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and Shen Xizhi also stopped in confusion.

He lowered his head, his scorching nose seemed to be spraying her ears, a bitter smell of medicine clinging to her.

In her eyes, Qiao’s hand holding the umbrella vertically, with five slender fingers, holding the umbrella tightly, with blue veins protruding.

The drizzle came down densely.

The umbrella surface crackled and vibrated.

His cold knuckles touched her ears, and his voice was low, as if suppressing some emotions, “Shen Xizhi, would you like to accompany me to hell?”