Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 92 He Called Her Huanhuan

Xu Qinghuan said, "It will also bring bad reputation to you, right?"

Jiang Xingye, without his cold exterior, was just a clumsy and clumsy young boy. His face flushed red and when he loosened his grip, the bicycle almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked it up, but the bicycle pedal hit his calf hard.

He didn't even frown, "I'm fine!"

Xu Qinghuan feigned anger, "Why is it okay? Aren't you afraid of your reputation being ruined?"

She was just teasing him, but Jiang Xingye was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at Xu Qinghuan cautiously, his throat tight and his voice hoarse, "My reputation has always been bad. You can find out by asking around in the production team."

Suddenly, I felt that I had said the wrong thing, "No, I didn't mean for you to ask about me, I meant that after a long time, you will know."

If she went out of her way to inquire about him, it would ruin her reputation if someone with ulterior motives heard it.

Having said that, he simply turned his head, leaving Xu Qinghuan with only a sharp-edged profile, cold and resolute. "You should have heard that I killed someone. No matter what the reason was, I really wanted to kill that person at that time!"

At the moment the knife was raised and chopped down, no one had a trace of mercy in their heart.

Including himself.

Perhaps afterwards, he regretted it, felt lucky, and was grateful for God's mercy, but the cruelty and determination at that moment were real.

Because the man wanted to kill him, but he wanted to live.

He mustered all his courage and turned to look at Xu Qinghuan. His eyes were no longer filled with the familiar ferocity, but rather gentle yet distant, affectionate yet indifferent. "Are you afraid?"

Jiang Xingye's voice was trembling, revealing endless indifference, as if it floated out from hell, which was terrifying, but even a dog would feel sorry for Jiang Xingye like this.

Xu Qinghuan slowly raised her hand and placed it on his arm. It was as hard as iron and as hot as fire. "Will you ever want to kill me one day?"

Jiang Xingye's heart was like a desert. He had lost consciousness and could not feel Xu Qinghuan's hand touching his forearm. He only saw that there was no fear on Xu Qinghuan's face. Her long eyelashes like butterfly wings drooped slightly, and he could not see the look in her eyes.

"How could that be! That day will never come!" he said anxiously, acting on instinct.

Xu Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes full of sincerity. "Then why should I be afraid? Or are you telling me this on purpose because you don't want to give me a ride?"

After saying that, she let go of his hand and turned away.

Jiang Xingye's hands were faster than his brain, and he grabbed her wrist and pleaded in a low voice, "Huanhuan!"

These two words had echoed in his chest over and over again. He shouted them to himself. Every time his lips trembled as he shouted these two words, his heart felt sweeter than honey.

But he never dared to shout out loud, even when he woke up in the middle of the night and was alone in bed, he didn't dare to make a sound.

That was blasphemy, it was hurtful, he couldn't allow himself to defile her, even by calling her name.

Xu Qinghuan suddenly turned her head to look at him. This voice, which sounded so loud that it could make her pregnant, made her feel numb and weak all over.

Jiang Xingye sensed her abnormality and regretted his offense. He quickly let go of her hand, closed his eyes, and the blood drained from his face. He was like a criminal waiting to be executed on the death row, just waiting for the knife to fall over his head.

"What did you call me?" Xu Qinghuan looked at him like this, feeling both distressed and a little amused.

Jiang Xingye opened his eyes and saw her smiling face. He was so moved that he almost cried, "Xu Zhiqing."

He didn't dare to yell again, and just obediently called her that. Xu Qinghuan chuckled and didn't bother with him, "Whatever you want to say, hurry up and say it. If you delay any longer, I won't have time."

Jiang Xingye pursed his lips and said, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

Xu Qinghuan asked with amusement, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Jiang Xingye paused for a moment and said, "When there are too many people, you can get down and walk by yourself."

She won't leave in such a hot day.

The hand that had grasped her wrist still retained the softness and warmth of her skin. He couldn't help but twist his fingers, and finally, reluctantly, he grasped the handlebars, got on the bicycle, and waited for Xu Qinghuan to get on.

Xu Qinghuan tiptoed onto the back seat, lunch box in hand, and asked, "Have you had lunch?"

It's already past twelve o'clock, and I don't know how long he has been waiting here.

"I'm not hungry!" Jiang Xingye answered, riding the bicycle crookedly, afraid that Xu Qinghuan would fall. He quickly supported the ground with his long legs and took a deep breath to relieve his nervous, excited and messy mood.

He only felt that what was carried behind him was his entire life and world, heavy yet sweet.

Xu Qinghuan's body swayed slightly, and she hurriedly grabbed Jiang Xingye's clothes at the waist. She was also very cautious, always worried that Jiang Xingye's clothes, which were too small for him, would be torn by his muscles and would not withstand her tug.

Just like last time, didn't she tear half of his sleeve?

Jiang Xingye felt her small hand on his waist, and his whole body suddenly became very stiff. He stood there for a long time. Xu Qinghuan felt a little embarrassed and considered whether he should get off and walk around. Only then did he start pedaling again.

The car glided quickly and steadily, and Jiang Xingye was sweating all over.

Xu Qinghuan looked around and saw that there was no one around. Taking advantage of Jiang Xingye's broad back to shield himself, he exchanged the lunch box in his hand with the lunch box in the space, and also took out a wooden spoon.

This wooden spoon was originally in the kitchen in the space.

The county town was not big, so they soon arrived at the scrap collection station. Jiang Xingye stretched out his long legs and Xu Qinghuan got out of the back seat.

She handed two lunch boxes to Jiang Xingye, "I brought you rice and vegetables. Eat outside. Wait for me."

Jiang Xingye was still in a daze. Xu Qinghuan looked up and glared at him. He took it in a hurry and watched Xu Qinghuan turn around and enter the purchasing station.

At the door, the gatekeeper was an old man lying in a rocking chair. Next to him was a tattered little table with a box of tobacco on it. The old man was dressed in rags. Every day he would sit in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, lighting a pipe of tobacco and smoking slowly, his small eyes shining brightly behind the smoke.

Jiang Xingye propped up his bicycle, dragged a broken chair with only three legs and sat on it. He opened the lunch box, which was full of braised pork. The broth was rich, the meat was bright in color, and the aroma was fragrant.

The other lunch box was full of white rice. Jiang Xingye's hand paused for a moment. He saw the old man looking at him, and hurriedly poured the broth from the braised pork into the rice and mixed it. The rice was coated with the broth, and its original color could not be seen.

Jiang Xingye breathed a sigh of relief, scooped up some rice with a wooden spoon, and started eating in big mouthfuls.

The old man was furious. "If you want to eat, go somewhere else. Who are you trying to fool here?"

Jiang Xingye didn't even raise his eyelids. "Don't even think about this. If you want to eat it, I'll bring you one another day."

The old man cursed, "Who wants to eat? I've lived my whole life, haven't I eaten more than you? Humph, who was that girl just now? Your girlfriend?"

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