I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 279
"only……"

Cheng Hao frowned incomprehensibly.

"How can you gain weight in this place?"

It's kind of weird.

However, the feel of her pillow is still quite good.

His chin lightly rubbed against her hair, then he squinted his eyes like a kitten, and the hostility on his face faded a lot.

"..." Jiang Chacha was so embarrassed that she dared not fart.

Because it was too hasty to learn the news of his kidnapping, and she had to change clothes again, while worrying about his safety, she wished she could run out immediately.

So... she forgot to corset her breasts.

Only wearing underwear.

Fortunately, the suit is wide, so it can't be seen from the outside.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously stepped back.

But his big hand pressed on her waist and pushed her back.

She buried herself in his arms again, and her hands didn't rest, just hanging in the air like wings.

But this time his hands were no longer on her chest, but on her waist.

Because of the safe area, Jiang Chacha didn't resist anymore.

But she was still stiff.

Seeing that the pillow had returned to his arms, Cheng Hao rubbed her hair with his chin again, and vaguely smelled the fragrance of her body, he snorted lightly, his cat eyes raised comfortably.

Jiang Chacha's head was forced to rest on his chest.

Her eyes were wide open, shining like diamonds in the dark environment.

His shirt was as white as blood, but the collar was stained with other people's bright red blood, like a sacred artwork that had been defiled, like an angel's broken wings, showing a kind of tragic beauty.

He seemed to be weather-beaten and needed to be comforted in her arms. He had deep dark circles under his eyes, his lips were pale, the light here was dim, and he was already white, which made him look very bloodless at this moment.

Like a sickly weak little pretty.

Jiang Chacha's heart softened, and his purpose was very simple, he just wanted to rely on her.

So she let him hold her for a while.

Finally a group of his bodyguards arrived and the police car arrived.

Only later did Jiang Chacha find out that he was hijacked on the way to the bathroom, and the bodyguards were still guarding him when they couldn't follow him to the bathroom.

It's really a weird kidnapping method...

Jiang Chacha gave him a sympathetic look.

I hope there is no shadow left in his heart...

As usual, Cheng Haoyong was taken to the police station to make a statement.

It was the same process every time, Jiang Chacha almost vomited.

But what was different this time was that he stayed at the police station a little longer than usual today.

But Jiang Chacha didn't care.

When he came out, Jiang Chacha was relieved.

Then she wanted to just sneak away.

"Xiao Jiang." He stopped her with a smile behind him.

When Jiang Chacha turned around, he had just walked out of that door.For some reason, he was wearing a blood-stained white shirt, with short thick black hair and dark eyes, which made her feel like the well-behaved student who was obviously the taciturn but committed a crime in suspense novels.

I don't know if it's because of the blood stains on his clothes, or if he was against the light in the corridor, which made her feel that his lips were a little dark red in the dark, with a weak beauty.

"Where are you going?" He coughed lightly and looked at her quietly.

"……get off work."

She felt the need to defend herself, so she bbped in a low voice: "Master, today is actually my working day..."

She had given up her time to protect him.

So she's not called off work, but leave after growing up brightly, okay? ! !

Cheng Hao glanced at him with foggy eyes.

He seems to be better at using his overly delicate face than girls. His appearance is indistinguishable from male and female, and it is a kind of beauty that all human races will recognize.

He knows how to use his looks to his advantage.

At this time, he coughed weakly, frowned slightly, and when he glanced over, he had already won more than half of it.

He coughed again.

This time looking at her vulnerablely.

He is like a beautiful, strong and miserable boy standing alone on the long street when it is snowing.

The author will favor him, embellishing him in a tedious manner, but also cruelly arranging his doomed fate.

There is a be literary beauty in him.

His face was as pale as the thin snow on the branches in late winter.

Every time he coughed and frowned, he would hold her heart tightly.

"I'm sorry Xiaojiang, I shouldn't have disturbed Xiaojiang's rest."

Ginger tea:! !
She was shot in the knee.

"If Xiao Jiang doesn't come, it doesn't matter if I'm there alone."

After he finished speaking, he smiled weakly at her.

"Xiaojiang worked several jobs, and finally got a day off. It was my fault that interrupted Xiaojiang's rest."

Ginger tea:! ! ! !
Every word he said would severely condemn her conscience.

Jiang Chacha only had one thing in mind: I deserve to die.

The dark circles under his eyes have become very blue, the corners of his eyes are red, and his expression is tired. It can be seen that he has been overly frightened.

And she actually made Xiaomei blame herself, even though he was so frightened and weak, she still made him comfort her with a forced smile!

Is she still human!
Damn her! ! !
She suddenly widened her eyes, "It's nothing!!"

"As long as the young master needs me, I will always be by the young master's side on time! And I will never complain!!"

Cheng Hao lowered his eyes and smiled, "Is that so..."

"I'm hungry, Xiao Jiang...can you accompany me to dinner?"

"..." She has other work tomorrow.

Just thought of refusing, but she ruthlessly snuffed it out, stillborn!

So she went to have dinner with him like this.

While waiting for the meal, she found that he picked up his mobile phone to look at it from time to time, and every time he just glanced at it, he put it down.

After being by his side for so long, she knows that he is not a person who likes to look at his mobile phone very much.He has almost no Internet addiction.

He obviously has a lot of fans, but he doesn't have a single social account on the Internet.

He never seemed to care about the fame.

Except for the piano performances that he usually goes out, he keeps himself bored in the piano room to practice the piano every day.He was like a madman, a romantic madman.

That's why his skin is sickly and pale that he hasn't seen the sun all year round.

He glanced at the messages on WeChat again, then put down his phone without replying a word.

He glanced at his hands again.

No one loves his hands more than him.

The nails are trimmed clean, there is no dirt between the fingers, and the hands are as smooth as a piece of jade.

His hand is only used to play the piano, turn music scores, and write. He never touches other rough and sharp things, for fear of leaving a little mark on his hand.

This hand is too important to him.

But he never thought of it.

He would suddenly pick up the brick today impulsively, letting its rough surface rub against his delicate and smooth skin.

Even let it be stained with some other people's dirty blood.

Cheng Hao's brows and eyes were hostile, and he stared sleepily at the hands in front of him.

Until now, it seemed as if he could feel the warmth of the dirty blood splashing on his hands.

His eyes were treacherous, and he took out a clean handkerchief expressionlessly and wiped it over and over again.

He is extremely obsessed with this action.

He was always obsessively wiping his hands with something crazy.

Just like his mother committed suicide with a fruit knife in front of him, he used his favorite children's schoolbag over and over again, numbly wiping the blood sprayed on the floor like a machine.

For the rest of his life, as if he was cursed, he kept repeating this numb action.

It seemed that only by wiping his hands like this, he would rather scratch the skin, could he feel a sense of security.

His eyes were morbidly fixed on his hands.

"Master."

It wasn't until the young man in front of him held his right hand and blocked his movement that he was able to escape from the painful memory of ten years old.

The world-weary hostility in his eyebrows and eyes has not dissipated, and his voice is also dry and hoarse with impatience.

"……What's wrong?"

The teenager wearing sunglasses in front of him glanced at him, then wrapped his index finger with her two warm fingers, and then wrapped the opened sterile tissue around his right hand.

"Young master, that can't be wiped clean."

Disinfectant wipes are damp and slightly cool.

She gently wiped his fingertips, joints, and even the corners of his fingers with this sterile paper towel.

Feeling warm and slightly cool.

She wiped his fingers tirelessly like this, perhaps knowing his concerns, she wiped his hands several times with the disinfectant paper towels that had been disassembled several times.

In the end she smiled, her voice was obviously comforting, as if she wanted to coax him to sleep, "It's already very clean."

She seemed to be saying, don't think about it any more.

Cheng Hao's thick black eyelashes drooped down, and he looked at his hands thoughtfully.

He rolled his eyes and gave a humming sound.

This is a fine dining restaurant in the heart of the city.

Here along a famous river, a well-known bustling and well-known business district is formed along the river.

Their current position is facing the window.

It was a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the curtains were a noble dark purple, giving it an atmosphere of night.

From here, you can overlook the night view of the whole city.

There is a single red rose in a glazed vase on the table.

Jiang Chacha fell silent.

She didn't even know why Cheng Hao wanted to come to such a romantic restaurant to have dinner with a male bodyguard?
She looked like a bodyguard and was eating while wearing professional sunglasses, which attracted many people around to look at her.

She propped her chin on her hands.

But she wasn't embarrassed.

After the food was served, he didn't want to talk, and she kept quiet, trying to be an invisible person and shrink her sense of existence.

Eat authentic western food.

Not long after I ate it.

She found something strange in her lower body, she didn't care at first, but gradually, she realized that the bottom of her pants was wet.

She grasped the knife and fork in an instant.

She has always known that she is unlucky, but she never thought that she would be so unlucky!

At such a time, come to Auntie...

Now, the amount is more than the previous few times.

In just a short time, her suit pants were already wet.

Ginger Chacha almost bit her lip.

She's afraid of dirtying the chair under her ass...

And most importantly-

The tables and chairs in this restaurant are all pure white...

Seeing that she suddenly stopped eating a bite.

Cheng Hao in front of him slowly put down the knife and fork.

He rested his chin at this time, such casual and relaxed movements did not diminish his elegance in the slightest.

He raised his eyelashes and looked at her.

His eyes were like gray glass beads.

"what happened?"

(End of this chapter)