I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 110 High Rank Man

If I hadn't already known his true nature, I might have been deceived by his gentlemanly appearance.

Jiang Chacha squatted there, thinking about something.

Wen Huaizhi showed enough patience, he stretched out his hand in front of her, under the street lamp, his slender fingers seemed to gather a beam of warm white moonlight, as if as long as she put her hand on it, something else would happen. A different kind of fairy tale.

He squinted his eyes and smiled, as if he knew she would obediently take the bait in the end, begging him like a kitten.

Jiang Chacha stared at him, and finally planned to do what he wanted.

She deliberately lowered her voice, and her voice was soft, "Then help me, okay?"

Perhaps no man can refuse this "OK".

A request that is not forceful, but submissive just right, like a tsundere cat finally couldn't help lowering its head and rubbing against your hand.

No matter how hard the heart is, it will be melted a little bit.

He got what he wanted, and picked it up with a foxy eye.

The high-heeled shoe in Jiang Chacha's hand was taken away by him.

Her hand suddenly became empty, and before she could react, she lost weight instantly.

People are picked up.

He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, and he looked tall, thin and tall.But when he picked her up, it didn't take much effort. When he was picked up, she suddenly felt as light as a feather.

He suddenly embraced her as a princess, just like a picture in a dream, she was not prepared for anything.

Under the weightlessness, she trembled her eyelashes and hooked her hands around his neck in a panic. The bag she was carrying in her right hand fell on his shoulder first, and then slipped onto his shirt, tightly fitting the fabric of his shirt. fit.

Pressing his back on his arm, she suddenly found that although he looked thin, the arm under the shirt was not weak at all, the strong muscles covered the bones, and the blue veins that showed youthful strength easily poked the girl The point is full of security.

But what is completely inconsistent with his powerful body is his face.

His bones are ascetic and restrained.Gold-rimmed glasses are on the bridge of his superior nose. When he squints and smiles, he is gentle with the aroma of books. The smile on his mouth is like a gentle knife, killing people invisible, and icing on them.

If you really want to hurt someone.

Unlike others, the pain is really painful, and the blood is all over the ground for a while, but after passing the most painful level, it will gradually become paralyzed.

However, his gentle knife is different.

When he hurts you, he doesn't cut it off with a single knife, but instead grinds the wound carefully, spending time with great patience.

Every time you add a new wound to your original wound that has not scabbed over and over again, although it is not painful, it will slowly penetrate into the bone marrow like taking medicine, and as time goes by, it will be like years after a fracture has healed , Occasionally, on a rainy day in late autumn, in the dead of night, the previous wounds began to be run over like needles, and they flared up again.

Every time I recall it, every cell in the body is organized, and even the soul resonates, sad.

This may be a high-ranking man.

Tsk tsk, when he matures and can play with the abstinence temperament at his fingertips, then, which girl can resist a man like him?
Then he can't harvest the hearts of a lot of girls and make them cry for him to death?
She is Jiang Chacha, and I can't afford to mess with her.

I can't afford it, can't I escape?

He is self-confident and lofty, so naturally he will not stage the plot of "she escapes, he chases, she cannot escape" in the bloody romance novel.

He held her firmly, as if he couldn't feel the weight, there was no pressure on his face, and he walked very steadily.

The body was ambiguously close, it was already hot, the body temperature of the two of them added together, the dreary temperature around seemed to be rising step by step, and the factors in the air became restless.

As if sensing her gaze, his long gentle eyes under the glasses turned sideways and looked at her.

There is a street lamp behind him, and there seems to be light on his shoulders.

Leaning close to the street lamp, she could see the dim light with slightly widened eyes, the dust dancing in the air lightly, as if glowing, and landed on his stubble and shoulders.

He stared at her with a shallow, vain smile.The alienated lips traced a slightly regretful arc, and soon, he said gently and politely: "Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt."

"I hugged the teacher without asking the teacher's opinion."

"Now..." Through the ambiguous light, his warm eyes rested on her face, and he asked with a smile, "Can I continue hugging Teacher?"

　I originally wanted to post it together at night, but the atmosphere in this chapter is so good, I couldn't help but post it first.

　　All of a sudden, I want to write a novel with a high-ranking male protagonist. I set a flag first. Is there anything you want to read?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)