I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

When she heard it, a dissatisfied and wronged expression immediately appeared on her face.

She fiddled with him a bit, and finally managed to see the two handbags he was carrying in his left hand.She snorted softly, as if she was being coquettish, and looked at him amusedly, "Student Bian, you lied to me."

His face was pale and he didn't understand.

He knows her bad temper better than anyone else.

She doesn't have the connotation and book fragrance of a daughter of an aristocratic family, and her personality is not ladylike, but she has all the bad temper of those wealthy daughters, nine out of ten.

She would step on him whenever there was any thunder in him.

If he really didn't buy her high heels, she didn't know how she would play out her temper.

He just carried her behind his back.

When she was buried on his shoulder, her long hair slipped down like this, and several strands brushed against his arm from time to time, as if entwined around his body, trying to take root.

She fell silent again.

His pitch-black eyes were like a pool of quiet lake water, and a bright moon sank into it.

He pressed the floor button and walked into the elevator.

Uncle Chen was standing by the car and had just sent a red envelope to his daughter to reward her for studying hard.

Not long after sending the message, when I looked up, my young master was walking over.

The lights in the underground parking lot are much darker, and most of the people's bodies are in dark shadows.When he looked over, because he was carrying a large living person on his back, the boy's white shirt had dark and sharp folds. His expression was very pale, and under the dim light, his eyes seemed to be darker and darker.

And on him, Miss Jiang was actually on his back!
Jiang Chacha's face was slightly red, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

And he seemed to be unable to hear at all, but he also had a patient face.

"Master..." Uncle Chen was really curious.

But after looking at his young master's expression, he knew it was not easy to ask, so he simply shut up.

He immediately opened the door for them.

Not to mention gently putting Jiang Chacha in, he closed the car door, and Bian Jichen also got into the car.

The car instantly went dark.

Uncle Chen hasn't turned on the lights in the car yet.

So under this light, her skin was even more white, and her face seemed to be dyed with a layer of gentle haze, pink and red, and the corners of her eyes were also slightly flushed.Under the volatilization of weak breathing alcohol, it looks like a set of low-resolution photos, shrouded in a vague sense of atmosphere.

And she fell on the car seat softly and bonelessly, looking at him intently with slightly wet eyes.

Bian Jichen said coldly, "Don't sleep anymore?"

Her consciousness was still a bit slow, and she took a few seconds to refute his words, as if picking out words, she insisted on reading word by word: "I didn't fall asleep just now."

The space in the car was closed, as soon as she spoke, Bian Jichen immediately smelled the sweet smell of alcohol.

It doesn't have the smell of alcohol on a drunkard, it's not unpleasant, it's still sweet and greasy, but Bian Jichen is afraid that if he smells too much, his mind will also become dizzy, and he is afraid that he will get drunk.

He reached out and rolled down the window a little.

The moment the two talked, the car had already driven out of the underground parking lot.

It was already evening, the sky was foggy and blue, and night was falling.

The cool night wind was also blowing on Jiang Chacha's hot face, she squinted her eyes, talking like a drunkard, "Why open the window."

"To keep you awake."

"..."

Seeing that she was still delirious, Bian Jichen even opened the window wide.

Sitting in the car, she was still chattering at first, but as the traffic on the road gradually increased, her voice gradually became smaller, until there was no sound at all.

Only then did Bian Jichen look sideways at her.

Looking out from her car window, you can see that the sky has not yet completely darkened, a slit is torn near the horizon, and a little orange sky light leaks out, like a half-cooked egg, leaking a little yellow. yolk.

And her head was tilted, leaning against the car window, her arms slightly bent, embracing herself, as if she had fallen asleep.

Her body seemed to be trapped in the night, swallowed by the night.

The little ball was still smirking at him when he was talking just now, but when he fell asleep, his eyebrows were tightly frowned.

It's like there's no sense of security.

It seems that only when the night falls, will she hide in a corner, exposing her loneliness and fragility, but usually she is tightly covered, with spikes all over her body, so that no one can pry into her fragility.

Bian Jichen watched quietly.

He couldn't figure out what kind of mentality he had towards her.

Gradually, he became less and less able to see through her as a person.

The previous resentment and hatred, it seems that it is not too important.

Even though the wind blowing in dilutes the smell in the car, but just now he carried her for a while, the clothes were still stained with her smell, and he couldn't dilute it no matter what.

The smell of perfume, alcohol, and sweet and greasy.

Feeling restless, he simply looked at the scenery outside the window to pass the time.

After getting off the expressway, he still had Qiu Huating's house. Although he didn't live in it, he was still the owner. The car naturally drove into the community.

Bian Jichen got out of the car, looked at Jiang Chacha who had woken up in the car and was looking at him in a daze, and fell into deep thought.

For a few seconds, he really wanted to leave her by the side of the road and leave her alone.

When she saw him, she didn't even think about it, she directly and consciously stretched out her hand, asking him to carry her on his back.

Very obedient, but also a little vexatious.

Bian Jichen had a cold face.

He really owes her that.

It's been about a month since I came back to live, and the furniture has been moved a lot, and if I can't move it, I just throw it here.

Bian Jichen stared indifferently, carrying Jiang Chacha on his back, entered a familiar building, and entered the elevator.

The elevator number stopped at 12.

In Qiu Huating, everyone lives in the Daping floor.

When he came to Jiang Chacha's house, the woman on his body remained still. Bian Jichen endured, "Wake up. What's your password."

"Password, I don't know, maybe it's my birthday."

"What's your birthday?"

"..." She fell silent, probably falling asleep again.

Bian Jichen: ...

It seems that a drunk man cannot be expected.

In desperation, he could only resist the psychological discomfort, bent slightly, let her slip slowly from his body, and then hugged her in his arms.

He really didn't want to hug her in this way.

Bian Jichen lowered his eyes, held her thumb, and directly unlocked it with his fingerprint.

The door finally opened.

Even though the two were neighbors before, he never came to visit.

Carrying a handbag, he walked into her house while holding her in his arms.

He wanted to ruthlessly throw her on the sofa.

But years of self-cultivation prevented him from doing so.

He had no choice but to bend down and lay her flat on the sofa with a dull expression.

She was a small and delicate ball, and soon sank into the pink loveseat.

Bian Jichen put the two luxury handbags on the ground and looked at her again.

She didn't know if she was really awake, her eyes were slightly open, under the thick black eyelashes, the eyes seemed to be wrapped in a cloud of wet mist, the corners of the eyes were slightly red, and she was very drunk.The man was breathing shallowly, his lips were red, as if they had just kissed passionately.

It may be that the air conditioner is not turned on in the room.

Bian Jichen suddenly felt that the temperature was rising and the air was drier, and the sweet smell of alcohol lingering in front of his nose made his throat very dry.

Thank you for the reward, thank you for the ticket.