Saving The Villain Boy

"and then?"

Xia Xi ate the last bite of the matcha avalanche cake, and the corners of her creamy mouth rose wildly.

Yan Qiwei answered honestly: "Then he went to the guest room to rest, and I went back to the room to sleep. He had a lot of business affairs and left early in the morning."

Before leaving, I also gave a good morning kiss.

The two friends wailed at the same time.

"Is there any mistake! Liang Xiao went to your house to stay overnight because of physical discomfort. The most important thing is that you still hugged it. As a result, there was no miscellaneous stuffing stuffed with soy sauce, but instead went to sleep?" Han Hoshino looked incredulous and gave her a thumbs up, "Yan Qiwei, you deserve to be single."

"Single men go to a single woman's house for lodging, so don't look at it with ulterior motives!" Xia Xi sighed, "So Weiwei, are you two together?"

"Don't count..."

Yan Qiwei took a sip of the orange soda, and the sweet and sour ice-cold liquid instantly swept through every oral cell, and the coolness flowed straight into the bottom of her heart along the tip of her tongue.

She and Liang Xiao are both shy and introverted emotionally. What's more, they have a tacit understanding formed after two years of living together. Even if they don't tell each other, they can still know each other's mind.

This also resulted in the two of them transitioning directly to the stage of old couples without confession or confirmation of the relationship.

...It seems strange.

"Little student Yan Qiwei, you still have to work harder." Han Xingye looked like he hated iron and steel. "Who is Liang Xiao? The most famous high-value male **** in the financial circle. I don't know how many model stars are admiring. If he doesn't work hard, be careful of him being snatched by others."

Xia Xi was half joking: "I see, Weiwei is called'getting to catch it'. Isn't all romance novels written like this-she runs away, he chases, she can hardly fly with her wings, this is a taboo game between cats and mice."

Yan Qiwei almost squirted out a soda.

Han Xingye touched his chin and thought, "Don't say, Liang Xiao really has such a paranoid temperament in the old abuse text. This person looks gloomy, whether it is an interview or a press conference. I haven't seen him smile."

No, no, she refuses any mentally handicapped plots of abortion, kidney cutting and running with the ball, not to mention Liang Xiao is not the one who is paranoid.

Yan Qiwei thought quietly, even the simplest hug would make him blush instantly.

She looked at the strawberry milkshake coconut milk Xiaofang on her plate, a small piece was square, and the pink cake body was dotted with fresh and shiny strawberry fruits, which reminded her for no reason of the red tide surging on the cheeks of the youth last night.

It is also light and shallow, soft and thin.

It looks really delicious.

"Oh, we Weiwei are really in love." Xia Xi shook her head, "I can laugh so sweet looking at a piece of dessert, God, let the pink bubbles drown me."

The three discussed all afternoon, and finally Xia Xi and Han Xingye came to a conclusion: kiss, press him on the wall to kiss. You have been secretly in love with others for so long, and if you don't hurry up, so many years of youth can be regarded as feeding the dog.

Yan Qiwei: You rhyme, you are all right.

After feasting in the dessert shop, Han Xingye, as the only male creature, shouldered the heavy task of driving the two ladies home.

Yan Qiwei's home is the closest, and it didn't take long for her to see her European-style pure white villa from a distance. With sharp eyes, Han Xingye suddenly laughed, "Look, is there someone standing downstairs?"

Yan Qiwei's heart jumped.

Her eyesight was messed up because of her long-time codewords playing mobile phones and games. She didn't wear contact lenses when she went out today, so she could only see a blurry figure from a distance.

He is tall and thin, with a straight back, standing quietly under the luxuriant sidewalk tree, the whole person is shrouded in shadows.

The closer the car drove, the clearer her vision, and gradually outlined the person's cold eyebrows and tall nose. When the flamboyant and bright yellow Lamborghini stopped in front of him, Liang Xiao raised his head.

"Yan Qiwei!" Xia Xi shook her arm vigorously, and the long tail sounded up to the sky, "Come on! Crash!"

Han Xingye in the driver's seat turned his head: "If he is here to get your license, don't worry, I can just move over to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Yan Qiwei was a little shy by the two of them, and quickly opened the car door.

The two melon-eating people behind her were more excited than her. They looked like they were about to drive away, but in fact they moved slowly and quietly glanced out of the window.

Yan Qiwei tried to ignore their aunt who was so excited about marrying a daughter, and blinked at Liang Xiao: "Why are you here?"

He was a little nervous, raised the packaging bag in his hand and handed it to her: "There is a new dessert shop next to the company. I heard that the signature raspberry mousse tastes good."

Actually, I want to give mousse.

Just look at her from the beginning.

There was a rustling snicker from within Lamborghini--

It was an exquisite pink packaging bag full of girlish hearts, with a white bow-knot ribbon on the seal, and a round cartoon font in the center that said "Weekend Date", and a soft and cute cat was printed.

It doesn't match his solitary and alienated character.

Yan Qiwei thanked her and accepted it gently, and heard the friends behind her laughing and joking: "Weiwei, let's go first."

Then added loudly: "We won't ask you to come out on weekends!"

Liang Xiao reddened her ears and explained to her seriously: "'Went on a date on weekends' is the name of that store."

Yan Qiwei didn't answer immediately, and waited for the sports car to leave the field of view, and then she mustered the courage to ask: "So, you don't want to date me?"

The cicadas cried tirelessly, and the setting sun finally broke through the thick and heavy clouds, and sprinkled a few dying crimson rays of light.

The young man was stunned for a short time because of this problem, and a smile overflowed from the bottom of his eyes: "Yes."

The villain in her heart was jumping for joy, Yan Qiwei pursed her lips, and hid the upward arc of her mouth: "Come and sit down at my house."

The mousse melts in the mouth, and the soft and waxy taste is accompanied by the sweet and sour raspberry lingering on the tip of the tongue. The mellow aroma of light cream neutralizes the strong sourness, so that the various tastes are just right to form a delicate balance.

Yan Qiwei narrowed her eyes contentedly and looked at Liang Xiao beside her.

The editor sent a message this morning to make her previous short stories into a single-volume collection. Yan Qiwei was so bored that she simply took out all her scrap paper manuscripts from the study, trying to find a few works that were barely legible.

So when Liang Xiao came to her house again after a day, she saw the hill of manuscript paper in the living room at a glance.

The manuscript she wrote seemed unavoidable. She was worried about no one to assist in the selection, so she went along with the flow and asked him to help with the evaluation.

Yan Qiwei gave him a mouthful of mousse: "How is it?"

"Very good." Liang Xiao opened her mouth to embrace it, pursing her lips and smiling, "I thought you only wrote scripts and serious literature."

In his impression, she has always been active in drama and traditional literary creation, which are all written art of Yangchun Baixue, and most of these manuscripts are science fiction and mystery novels, the style of writing is changeable, the conception is exquisite, although there are still flaws, but it is enough to be called It's wonderful.

——It's just a type that doesn't seem to have anything to do with Yan Qiwei.

"This sentence is too distracting!" Yan Qiwei put the spoon aside, turned her head to ask him with interest, "Liang Xiao, what was your impression of me when the two of us hadn't touched yet?"

In fact, he didn't have any clear impression of those daughters, they seemed to have the same white faces, their voices were very soft when they spoke, and they remained polite and alienated.

Liang Xiao tried very hard to find the thin and thin figure from the memory: "Very quiet, I have seen a few of your works-my mother said she likes playing mahjong with you, because you always lose."

Having said that, he smiled lightly, his eyes falling on her like a stream of spring water: "She said that when you lose cards, you will always frown in annoyance. It looks very cute, reminiscent of snow dumplings. ."

Unconscious gentleness is the most attractive. Yan Qiwei's heartbeat is quickened by this sight, and she quickly picked up the spoon, relying on sweets to divert her attention.

God bless, if she is with Liang Xiao in the future, don't let him get a heart attack.

The cream melted instantly in her mouth, and she dig a spoonful of mousse to Liang Xiao's mouth, only to find that the other party blushed at some point.

There shouldn’t be any driving bridges in these manuscripts that make people blush.

Yan Qiwei lowered her head in confusion, her gaze flicked across the thin sheet of white paper very quickly, and her heart suddenly lifted up with just one glance.

It was a romantic novel that she wrote when she was in college. The whole text was full of wild and romantic thoughts. The most terrible thing is that the heroes and heroines in the novel are based on her and Liang Xiao.

The girl quietly admired a certain taciturn senior, but she was too shy to hide this ignorant throbbing in her heart.

She would soak in the library that she didn’t like for him, although the other party had always immersed herself in reading; she would join the weird academic society for him, although the other party had hardly participated in club activities; she would also follow him in the long walk in the autumn. The ramp, carefully avoiding the fallen yellow leaves, without making a sound.

Because of his presence, going to the cafeteria to eat at noon every day will become a wonderful pleasure. The girl always pinches the time to go there, and then looks for the other person in the turbulent crowd. Even such a small thing can make her happy all day.

Just like the passage in "The Little Prince": If you say you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, from three o'clock, I begin to feel happy, and the closer the time comes, the more happy I feel.

These passages sound silly and stupid. Although they don't want to admit it, they are all things that Yan Qiwei has actually done.

The girl didn't stay with the senior until the end. She wrote in her diary on the day of college graduation: "The stars in the sky are beautiful, but they won't fall for me."

This novel is purely self-excited. After Yan Qiwei finished writing, she left it aside, and she never expected to be mixed in this pile of manuscripts.

I didn't even expect to be seen by Liang Xiao, who is the prototype of the male protagonist.

Ah, she, dead, too.

The unspeakable old things and the secret thoughts of the teenage years were completely spread before his eyes. Yan Qiwei's face was red and her ears were red, and she put her palms on the paper in a hurry: "This, this is just a whim..."

Ahhhh, it's not right.

It's totally wrong.

Wouldn't it be more suspicious for her to do this.

Her words were choked in her throat, Yan Qiwei covered her face with her hands and curled her body into a ball.

She has no face to see Liang Xiao again.

Liang Xiao didn't speak, there was not even a weak wind in the room, it was as quiet as time freezing.

After about five seconds or less, there was a faint rustling sound beside him, which seemed to be the sound of paper folding.

The sound nibbled at the eardrum a little bit, and Yan Qiwei remained motionless, expecting her heartbeat to calm down at a certain moment.

Suddenly the arm was poked lightly.

Yan Qiwei raised her head slightly, looking at him through her fingers.

The first thing that catches the eye is the dazzling white light, which is divided into dense rays under the gap. Then she saw the young man's well-knotted fingers, and the palms of his palms that were blanched by the light. And in his hand, a small paper star lay quietly.

Liang Xiao folded a star out of blank paper and gave it to her.

The heart began beating uncontrollably again, and Yan Qiwei raised her head, touching the star with her trembling fingertips.

Hard and cold, with a bulging bulge in the center.

"I know this is a novel on a whim." He repeated her words, "So you don't have to feel embarrassed..."

"no."

The crisp and soft female voice sounded abruptly, Yan Qiwei gritted her teeth and interrupted him, and exhausted all her courage to raise her head and look at Liang Xiao.

He stunned at a loss, and heard the girl in front of him continue to say in a determined tone: "Libraries, clubs, cafeterias, these are all facts, you think I am weird or idiot, but..."

What is she talking about.

His thinking was messed up into confetti, his brain was blank, but his lips opened and closed quickly and uncontrollably.

"Liang Xiao, I'm really, very happy--"

Before he could finish the sentence, the words on the tip of the tongue were blocked tightly by the abruptly overlaid lips, and Yan Qiwei reflexively opened her eyes wide.

Like the strong wind blowing up the waves, the agile deer leaped up to its toes, and the original heartbeat almost broke through the chest at this time. Every pulsation affected the nerves of the whole body and transmitted the dizziness to the brain.

She breathed for a while after being kissed, holding the young man's chest with her hands subconsciously, through the thin shirt, she could vaguely feel his powerful muscle lines.

There is the same heavy heartbeat.

A little bit of heat diffused in the air like water mist, making her dizzy.

The kiss with the aroma of raspberry and cream soon ended, but Liang Xiao did not straighten up, but dropped his eyes and stopped very close to her.

About a knuckle distance or less, Yan Qiwei has no extra energy to think about this issue.

She only knew that a cold and slender hand gently stroked her cheek, her fingertips slipped from the center of her eyebrows, and finally sealed on her lips, wherever she passed it was a tickling itch, silently spreading to her limbs.

Those eyes that were once deep and gloomy are now filled with fine light, and shallow microwaves swell in the bottom of the eyes.

It's too gentle, it seems to melt her.

Liang Xiao's voice was slightly dumb, and a smile melted into it: "Weiwei, the confession should be made by me."

His heartbeat is getting faster and faster, hitting Yan Qiwei's palm hard.

Young people’s ignorant sentiments are fragile and fragile, often buried in their hearts due to factors such as inferiority, reserve, or identity, and become a secret belonging to only one person.

The word "like" is very beautiful. It doesn't need too many complicated and heavy emotions. Just getting along with two people is enough to feel happy.

But at the same time it is very pale and thin, like a piece of white paper, unable to carry too much weight.

He is very greedy and cannot be satisfied with pure "like".

Liang Xiao leaned forward, his thin lips almost kissed her earlobes.

When he spoke, the warm breath turned into a warm and crisp air current, which dyed Yan Qiwei's cheeks red.

"Vivi," he said, "I have loved you for many, many years."

He loves her unconsciously curled fingertips when thinking, loves her smile wetted by moonlight, and even loves her occasional pampering and indulgence. In Liang Xiao's eyes, they are all extremely beautiful and precious treasures, like a shining light. The fireworks light up every moment when it meets with it.

This is a straightforward and pure love sentence, like a ball of fire falling in her blood, all over her body is hot.

Distant stars fell from the sky, unbiasedly leaning in front of her.

Yan Qiwei couldn't help but raised the corners of her mouth, and kissed him very quickly, his blushing cheeks.

She said with a smile, no longer the shyness and withdrawal of the past: "I love you too, Liang Xiao."

After thinking about it, he added: "I love you more than the most beautiful things in the world, such as the summer air-conditioned watermelon, blue-eyed puppet cat, and peach-flavored soda."

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