National male god V587

Chapter 271 The Silent Air

After sitting for several minutes, Cheng Jiaming didn't say a word.

Xia Ling breathed out, raised her eyebrows, and asked Cheng Jiaming actively.

"No...no..."

"I... I was born to be introverted, and I treat everyone like this."

"You... don't think too much..."

Hearing Xia Ling's question, Cheng Jiaming immediately panicked.

He stammered and explained for himself.

"I didn't think much about it."

"It's just that you have been bowing your head since you sat down with me, and you didn't dare to look at me directly. You thought it was because you did something to apologize to me."

"It's just that I've only been in school for a month, and I've only met you once, and I haven't had any interaction with you. How could you do something that's sorry for me?"

Xia Ling didn't believe Cheng Jiaming's explanation.

She only trusts her own sixth sense and her speculations.

It's really whimsical to think about playing tricks in front of her.

"I'm always... like this for people I don't know well, and I don't dare to look directly..."

Cheng Jiaming bit his lower lip, still insisting on his original explanation.

Talking on the mouth, underneath, the hands clenched into fists, and then loosened.

Seems to be struggling with something.

But it can't always break through a layer of net.

"What you say is what you say. After all, I don't know what kind of person you are."

"But I believe that aunt is such a simple and honest person who treats people kindly and manages with integrity. Her son's character should not be bad."

"dont you agree?"

Cheng Jiaming insisted so resolutely that he didn't dare to look at her directly because he was introverted.

Xia Ling smiled and didn't continue to ask any more questions.

Instead, ask in a different direction.

Cheng Jiaming didn't reply.

Suddenly fell silent.

I don't know what is going on in my heart.

until...

"Dangdangdang!"

"Fragrant tofu, kebabs, bozai cakes, double skin milk, curry fish balls, egg pancakes~"

The aunt put all the snacks ordered by Xia Ling on a large tray and brought them up at once.

"There are also two bottles of green lemon tea, roasted potato balls in sauce, and glutinous rice with sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root."

"I didn't order the rest of them."

Xia Ling frowned, this aunt treated her too kindly.

If her son really wanted to do something that violated her bottom line, how embarrassed would she be?

No hesitation, just straight talk.

"Your son and I just met once. We're not classmates, so we don't have any chance to get in touch. So, just treat me as a normal guest. You don't need to treat me specially."

quiet!
An atmosphere of silence suddenly rose in the air.

The shop aunt stopped holding the tray, and the smile on her face froze.

Seeing his mother's embarrassment, Cheng Jiaming clenched his fists, and there were many bulging veins on his forehead.

The heart began to struggle again.

Standing up suddenly, I wanted to say something.

The aunt put the tray on the bamboo table.

He grabbed Cheng Jiaming's arm with one hand and shook his head.

"Jiaming, I don't know what's going on tonight. There are a lot fewer people coming to eat late at night. You go to the kitchen to clean up. Today we will close the shop early and go home."

Cheng Jiaming is a filial child, being called to work by his mother, even if he had a thousand things to say in his heart, he could only swallow them, and obediently turned around and went into the kitchen to clean up.

After Cheng Jiaming walked into the kitchen, the shop aunt turned her gaze back to Xia Ling.

He unceremoniously sat on one of the bamboo chairs.

(End of this chapter)