put wildness in his heart

Chapter 100 Sea King's Hat

Wen Miao froze for a moment, watching him bend down.

Shen Jiayu is tall, and when she usually talks to her, she has to look up at him, and rarely has such a condescending perspective.

Looking at him from this angle, she can't see his appearance clearly, but she can clearly see the young man's drooping thick eyelashes, with the light and shadow of the street lamp falling gently on them, as if a layer of dye has been dyed on the end of his long eyelashes Dim and soft light.

Wen Miao tilted her head and looked down at him thoughtfully.

Shen Jiayu always said that she didn't wear much, but in fact he didn't wear much. In the early spring when it was warm and cold, he wore a white denim jacket over his hoodie, which was also thin.

The collar of the sweater inside was still loosely open, revealing two beautiful and slender collarbones.

Wen Miao lowered her head and looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly asked, "Shen Jiayu, are you so nice to every girl?"

When she said this, Wen Miao completely forgot that she was picked up by the collar just now, and she completely forgot that she just complained in her heart that the person in front of her deserved to be single.

"Everyone?" Shen Jiayu didn't raise his head, squatting on one knee, his outstretched fingers gently hooked the hem of her dark purple socks and pulled them down, while taking advantage of the light and shadow projected by the street lamp towards her ankles Looking up, he replied to Wen Miao's words.

"Baby, watch your words."

There is an obvious redness and swelling on the ankle, and there is still a little bit of blue. The little girl's skin is thin and fair, so this red mark is particularly shocking on her almost transparent white skin.

Shen Jiayu frowned slightly.

Wen Miao, on the other hand, acted neither painful nor itchy, obviously she didn't take the sprain seriously at all, she just put her hands on her sides of her thighs, leaned forward with her palms against the bench seat, Looking at Shen Jiayu, he asked, "What's wrong with my words?"

Shen Jiayu said slowly, "Not rigorous."

Wen Miao humbly asked, "Why aren't you rigorous?"

"Every." Shen Jiayu finally raised his head, shifted his gaze to her face, and focused a little, "Tell me first, where did this 'every' come from?"

Wen Miao blinked: "Ah."

Shen Jiayu said again: "I don't remember knowing so many girls, do I?"

"..."

Ah, think about it, it seems to be the same.

At least in Wen Miao's memory, he had never seen him mixing with girls.

Shen Jiayu's friends seem to be all men, the bartenders and waiters in the bar are also men, and even the resident singers who often hang out in the bar are pure males.

Thinking of this, Wen Miao felt that she didn't seem to be asking the right question, so she decided to make up for it temporarily: "I just said it casually, so you can just listen casually."

Followed by a sentence.

Wen Miao didn't want to say the latter sentence at first, but she couldn't help it. After a half-second pause, she opened her mouth and added: "It's really no wonder I asked this question, the main reason is that you give me the impression that you are the kind of broad Cast your net, Aquaman who catches more fish."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Shen Jiayu's face, then nodded with great certainty—well, Neptune.

Shen Jiayu, who was inexplicably labeled as "Sea King": "...?"

sea ​​what?
Neptune? ? ?

This term is not new. Shen Jiayu often heard people comment on Chen Zhou in this way before—"the king of sea kings", or "sea king" for short.But when the word appeared on him, it was really very fresh.

(End of this chapter)