Quick Transmigration: The Green Tea Beauty, She is Charming and Charming

Leaning on the sofa lazily and bonelessly, sending messages to the nanny at home.

"Hello? Aunt Wang, I'm not coming back tonight. That's right, I'm at a classmate's house, so don't worry."

He smiled when he was talking, and when the phone was hung up, he threw the phone aside in a moment of relief.

Lu Xishuo was still washing, while Jiaoyang lay on the sofa, stretched himself, and judged by the sound of the water how long it would take for him to come out.

When Lu Xishuo opened the door wearing a black bathrobe, he immediately saw a little girl running towards him with a hair dryer, smiling.

"I'm here, let your gentlest, cutest, most caring and patient sister come to serve you today."

Lu Xishuo laughed while holding the towel, walked over, and sat in front of the mirror: "Come on, how long will it take?"

Jiao Yang pursed her lips and thought for a while, then stroked the soft black hair on his head with her fingers, and said in a dignified manner: "It won't take long, about 10 minutes."

Lu Xishuo nodded and looked at her in the mirror.

Jiao Yang likes to blow-dry Lu Xishuo's hair, one of which is because his hair is really good quality and feels very comfortable to the touch.

Unlike Lu Ran, who often perms and dyes her hair, she almost wants to change her hair color every day. After a long time, even the best hair quality will inevitably be damaged.Nursing is often required. A big man spends no less money on his appearance than a little girl.

Compared with Lu Ran, Lu Xishuo is different.Lu Xishuo seems to have a special liking for black hair. Since she met him, he has always had black hair and has never tried other colors.

In addition, he likes to wear black, and he is often all in black.Even though he was only two years older than his brother, he looked serious and lifeless.

Jiao Yang looked at the man in the mirror.

Even if he is dressed in black, he looks extraordinarily good-looking, and against his temperament, he has an indescribably high-end sense.

The fluffy and soft short hair was slightly wet, and a few strands were slightly curled and hung on his forehead. His fair complexion complemented his handsome face like a vampire.There are still a few strands hanging under the ear, which are also slightly damp, with crystal water stains.

The eyebrows are picturesque, and the pupils are like black ink that cannot be melted.Even though it was as beautiful as a painting, it hardly possessed the dissolute and frivolous temperament of a nobleman.Against the backdrop of black, the man looks mysterious and dignified, noble and elegant, he doesn't even look like a person, and it is easier for her to think of some kind of European ancient and meticulously crafted architecture, which is exquisite and luxurious, and stands forever There, standing still.

The water stains from the ends of his hair fell unconsciously and dripped onto her fingers.

Jiao Yang hastily raised the hair dryer in her hand and blown it on his hair.

Fingertips running through his hair, even she couldn't help curling her lips enviously: "Your hair is really good, no wonder you refused when I asked you to dye it silver."

Lu Xishuo froze for a moment, then laughed.

She said that she held grudges, but she still refused to admit it, and her memory is not so good on weekdays, but she still remembers this matter to this day.

"Okay, when I finish my work for a while, I'll show you the dye."

"No, it's my aesthetic mistake."

Jiao Yang put down the hair dryer, leaned into his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and replied with a smile: "I now understand that you are not the only face suitable for silver hair, but you are the only one with such a unique temperament." one."

Doing hair can be addictive, there is already a hair dye in this family, what if there is another one?
"It's that sentence, you can't use your own preferences as a standard to impose on others." Jiao Yang said with a smile.

But who had said that to her?Can't remember.

Lu Xishuo smiled and hugged her back.

"I like what you like."

Just when Jiaoyang lowered her head, rolled up the plug of the used hair dryer, and was tidying up the table, Lu Xishuo suddenly pulled her over.

Jiao Yang exclaimed unexpectedly, squeezed the bottle tightly in her hand, and leaned into his arms.

Lu Xishuo took advantage of the situation to let her sit on his lap, clasped her waist with his big hands, and kissed her on the lips.

Jiao Yang let out a "huh" and struggled symbolically for a while, then put down the hair care essential oil in her hand, and put it on the table next to her.

Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him maintaining this intimate position.

After a while, the two parted breathlessly, Jiaoyang raised his head, and looked at Lu Xishuo's downcast eyes looking at her.

She lowered her head, thought for a while, and asked, "Now?"

Lu Xishuo looked at her deeply for a while, shook his head, then suddenly picked her up and walked to the bedroom.

After it was over, Jiao Yang lay in the arms of the sleeping man, thinking of the scene where they hugged and kissed wildly just now, she couldn't help but sighed.

Things go back more than a year.

At that time, on the last day of Meng Tangjing's funeral, the two had an accident by accident.

After that, the two tacitly did not bring up the matter of that day, and they still tacitly agreed that they were just like brothers and sisters in the past.

But I don't know what's going on, almost every other week, there will always be someone between the two who can't help but talk to the other, maybe because of attachment or some other reason, wanting to reproduce what happened that day.

So after a long time, they formed the tacit understanding and formed the current contact, the frequency is once a week.

Jiao Yang doesn't dislike this way of getting along.

It's just that men always like to talk nonsense when they are in bed with her.

For example, when he asked her just now whether it was because of Qi Ziyan that he wanted to surpass Lu Ran in grades, no matter how she denied or explained it, she would not believe it.

Jiao Yang curled her lips, touched the fluffy and soft head of the man beside her, and sighed.

This serious and meticulous man on the surface actually has a childlike side behind his back.

Classes the next day.

Jiao Yang carried her schoolbag, entered the classroom expressionlessly, and sat next to Qi Ziyan.

He was looking down at the book, and he definitely saw her coming, but he didn't raise his head as usual and greet her with a smile.

Jiao Yang was in a bad mood, her schoolbag fell heavily on the seat behind her with a "bang".Then he opened a history book and began to recite it.

"That. Morning self-study is not a history class." Qi Ziyan kindly reminded.

"Take care of yourself and what I do." Jiao Yang glared at him, "Didn't it mean that I have caused you negative influence?"

Qi Ziyan pursed his lips, and bowed his head no longer speaking.

Jiao Yang angrily kicked the stool in front of her again.

Seeing this, the people around him who were eager to get close to him didn't dare to speak again.

People around whispered: "Boss seems to be in a bad mood today."

"you shut up."