President Ba’s Little Rose

The girl's voice floated in the night, and because of its sweet tone, it sounded exceptionally soft. But he was extremely timid, as if he didn't dare to speak again after this sentence.

Qiao Zong's body stiffened for a moment.

He sensed the girl's fear.

And the source of this emotion is him.

When driving here, Qiao Zong saw Shen Xizhi from a distance.

The little girl stood under the lamppost of the street lamp, her whole body was full of bright light. She hugged her schoolbag and shrank her shoulders slightly, cleverly out of place.

There was a drunk-looking man next to her, talking to her drunkly.

As if frightened, the little girl stepped back a few steps, and even the schoolbag in her hand fell to the ground.

As if to say a few more words, she bent down and quickly picked up her schoolbag.

The whole process takes less than a minute.

Qiao Zong's heart burst into flames, burning his sanity inch by inch, mixed with indescribable worries.

If he comes late, will Shen Xizhi be in danger?

Whether it's this drunk or someone else.

She is a young girl, alone in the city late at night, it is unpredictable what she will encounter.

Qiao Zong imagined many possibilities.

As the car stopped, he suppressed his anger, ready to reach out and pull the door.

But the little girl called his name with excitement and joy as if she had seen some treasure.

Qiao Zong's heart stopped for a moment, as if someone had poured a spoonful of honey into his heart.

Very strange thing.

Many people have called him by his name, but no one has ever called him like Shen Xizhi.

Just listening to these two words can make people feel unspeakable joy from the bottom of their hearts.

He got out of the car and glanced over the drunk man.

The distance between the drunk man and Shen Xizhi was less than one meter away, as if he could touch the girl in his heart with dirty hands as long as he stretched out his arm.

Qiao Zong's sanity was burnt with a "pop".

He was frightened and resentful, only that the man in front of him was like a sword hanging above his head.

Exceptionally annoying.

If he comes a step late, will this drunk hurt Shen Xizhi?

His blood seemed to be boiling in his veins, his thumb pressed against the remaining fingers, and the joints creaked.

With force with his arm, he almost violently pinched the man to the ground.

Qiao Zong's palm pinched the drunkard's neck, and for a moment, a thought in his mind screamed wildly.

——【Kill him. 】

——【Kill this person who is malicious towards Shen Xizhi. 】

The girl's voice was like a basin of cold water, splashing on his head.

Qiao Zongsha came to his senses.

His five fingers slowly vented his strength, he tilted his head, divided his energy, and looked at the man on the ground.

"How much did you drink?" Qiao Zong loosened his fingers little by little, and his legs pressed on the man's body were also lowered, and asked blankly, "So drunk?"

The man's face swelled into a pig liver color, and he covered his neck with his hands, arched his waist, and coughed violently.

Qiao Zong stood up, kicked his waist fiercely, and ordered: "Get up."

His voice seemed to have the majesty that one would surrender unconsciously, without the slightest sloppyness in the usual way.

The drunkard suddenly got up from the ground and stood in embarrassment. His white vest was soaked with sweat and stuck to his back, because he had been on the ground and his arms and shoulders were stained with ashes.

The Qiao Zong opposite him was equally embarrassed, but his temperament was absolutely elegant.

Shen Xizhi looked at the two people in front of him, squeezed the palms of her hands, and slowly exhaled.

That familiar Qiao Zong seemed to be back again.

Those thoughts just now seemed to be just her illusions.

Qiao Zong's expression was calm. After the drunk stood up, he moved his right hand, squeezed it sharply, and punched the drunk.

The drunk man's face was slapped, and he felt that the brains in his head were shaken, and he didn't recover for a long while.

Then, Qiao Zong's other hand also lifted, and he punched it again.

The drunk seemed to be frozen.

The sides of his cheeks were quickly red and swollen, most of them bulged, his mouth moved, and one side of his body, on the lawn next to Chao, spit out a mouthful of blood.

His wine was completely awake.

Qiao Zong retracted his hands, patted both hands, and breathed on the back of his hands like blowing dust.

His finger joints are a little red, his nails are long, and the joints are distinct. The skin on the back of the hand was so fair that it seemed to reflect light.

And it was this pair of overly beautiful hands that just hit a burly man.

Shen Xizhi opened her eyes blankly.

Seeing Qiao Zong beating someone was like seeing Shen Qing translating into women's clothing, which shocked her.

But! Joe Zong fights! Really handsome!

Not the usual elegance, but the handsomeness of a man.

Qiao Zong looked at her sideways, the man's eyelashes were sparsely long, covering a small part of his eyelid, his eyes appeared deep. But his expression was very plain, he said slowly: "Zhizhi, come here."

Shen Xizhi hugged her schoolbag tightly, her feet pinned in place as if she had lost consciousness.

Her heart was beating frantically, as if it was about to pop out of her throat. Her mouth became dry and she couldn't help swallowing.

After the drunk vomited, he was sober, holding on to the light pole of the street light, and looking back at Qiao Zong, "No, I said, what are you doing, brother?" He pointed his face back, his temper was very angry: "You have you Was it such a beating?!"

With that said, he moved his finger to beat Qiao Zong.

Qiao Zong's eyebrows were three-pointed sarcasm, and he glanced at him coldly: "Get off."

The drunk opened his eyes angrily, stared at Qiao Zong for a while, suddenly felt that this face was familiar.

... Isn't this Qiao Zong? !

Ma yeah, he was going to beat Qiao Zong just now, right? ! No, no, absolutely not!

Where does he dare to beat the prince!

The face of the drunk changed quickly, he hurriedly laughed, and said, "Joe, Master Qiao, I, I will get out of here, get out of here."

Qiao ignored him, only raised his eyebrows.

The drunkard thought it over and ran away quickly.

Shen Xizhi covered half of her face with her schoolbag, pursing the corners of her mouth, wanting to speak but not daring.

Qiao Zong beat someone to death for her.

After this fight, the man in front of her seemed to be deified.

He is no longer Qiao Zong, but is given another meaning.

It is the joy of her youth.

It's her feelings that can't help it.

Shen Xizhi quietly raised his eyes and stared at Qiao Zong.

The villain in her heart danced frantically.

At this moment, she even felt that even if someone was willing to take the whole world and exchange Qiao Zong with her, she would not be willing.

Qiao Zong stood under the street lamp, his eyebrows showing a little coldness under the light.

The girl seemed unwilling to approach him.

He rarely felt a sense of helplessness. He didn't know what to say or what to do to explain his irrational behavior just now.

After a long time.

Qiao Zong lowered his eyes, sighed, and asked, "Shall we take you home, okay?"

Don't be afraid.

Can I take you home?

Shen Xizhi's heartbeat slowly calmed down.

A gust of wind blew, and she exhaled, and the sensations in her hands and feet returned.

She threw the schoolbag in her hand to the ground and the mobile phone. She trot over with countless joy and threw it into Qiao Zong's arms.

The girl had a very light floral scent on her body.

Qiao Zong was stunned for a moment, thinking it was his own delusion in a daze.

He lowered his head and could only see the top of the girl's hair. She has long hair scattered, and in the middle of her hair, there is a small, white nest.

At this moment, she was holding his waist tightly as if glued to him.

Qiao Zong's hand dropped to his side, lifted it gently, and then put it down. In the end, he dared not touch her.

Shen Xizhi's face was pressed against his chest, and she rubbed it like a baby, bringing an unusually tingling sensation.

The girl's voice was very low, almost inaudible, she called him: "Brother Qiao Zong!"

This sweet sound seemed to be able to pinch out sugar water.

Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows a little, couldn't help but bend his lips, and deliberately asked her: "What do you call me?"

"Brother Qiao Zong!" Shen Xizhi's breath seemed to pass through the cloth, directly hitting his chest, as if burning that piece of skin.

Qiao Zong stretched out his hand and hugged her back.

Recalling the fear of the talented girl, he breathed a sigh of relief for the rest of his life.

Shen Xizhi leaned on him and shouted again: "Brother Qiao Zong!"

Qiao Zong felt that his ears were going to be drunk.

Brother Qiao Zong felt like he was killing him.

"Why come here all of a sudden." He inserted his fingers into her hair, rubbed his cheek affectionately on the top of her hair, "I won't say a word to my brother."

Shen Xizhi let go of her hand. She wanted to step back, but found Qiao Zong's arm around her waist.

His arms gently embraced her, just enough to encircle her in his arms. She seemed to be able to break away with a little effort.

Shen Xizhi didn't want to break away.

"Qiao Zong, I miss you." Shen Xizhi raised her eyes to look at him. Her eyes were soaked in water and bright under the light: "I miss you so much."

These words are no less than the most beautiful love words.

Qiao Zong's eyes were dark.

Shen Xizhi bulged her cheeks, and blinked her eyes: "You can't go there, I will come to see you."

Qiao Zong's jaw tightened a bit, he lowered his head and pecked the corner of her lips.

Shen Xizhi was itchy when he kissed him, so she hid.

"Thank you Zhizhi." Qiao Zong put it in her ear, and said slowly: "Helped my brother to solve the suffering of lovesickness."

Shen Xizhi was sitting in the passenger seat holding his schoolbag, with one hand on his face, pretending to admire the scenery outside the window.

Don't dare to see Qiao Zong next to him.

She thought Qiao Zong would scold her, or even scold her.

After all, this man is ten years older than her, and at some point, a bit like her elders.

However, Qiao Zong said nothing.

He just said, thank her.

Help him solve the suffering of lovesickness.

Obviously it was a sentence that couldn't be more restrained, but she was too embarrassed to look at him.

Lovesickness.

In other words, Qiao Zong missed her too.

Shen Xizhi bends her lips quietly, trying to suppress her thoughts of laughing out loud.

About four or five minutes later, the car stopped in front of a white villa.

Qiao Zong turned his head and said, "Is it okay to have a rest at my house today?"

"Yes." Shen Xizhi nodded very reservedly.

Joe got out of the car, walked over, and helped her open the door.

As soon as Shen Xizhi stepped out of the car door with one foot, she caught Qiao Zong's pants from the corner of her eye and paused. Her gaze slid up Qiao Zong's trousers, and found that in his open coat was a hospital gown of the same color as the trousers.

Her heart tightened.

After getting out of the car, Shen Xizhi grabbed the corner of his clothes worriedly, raised her head and asked, "Qiao Zong, what's the matter with you? Are you sick?"

"The temperature has changed too quickly recently, and I have caught a cold." Qiao Zong rubbed her head and said softly, "It's okay."

The aunt at home has already fallen asleep.

Qiao opened the door and took her to the guest room on the second floor.

Shen Xizhi followed behind Qiao Zong, looking at Qiao Zong's home with a novel look.

Qiao Zong, who was walking ahead, paused for a moment. When he turned his head, the light in the corridor was warm and yellow, and his eyes were also stained with warmth.

He asked: "Zhizhi, there is no girl's clothes in my brother's house. I can find one that I haven't worn for you, okay?"