The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 415 Hello, Clown (5)

Ling Chao bent down, took off her hat, and her short, soft hair hung messily on her forehead.

"Why haven't you come home yet?"

He didn't drag his voice deliberately, the young man's original voice was clear and gentle, like Wu Nong's soft language in the south, with a slight uptick in his tone, and he could guess just by listening, that this was a gentle person.

Just looking at him, Jiang Tang felt warm in his heart. The young man was white and clean, with red lips and white teeth, tall and slender, and even his hair was neat and clean. Especially those light brown pupils reminded Jiang Tang of sunflowers in the sun , very clear.

All the plans that were originally made were packed and thrown away. As a decent and competent Yangou, Jiang Tang wanted to fall in love with the boy in front of him, and he didn't want to waste a second right now.

"what happened?"

Ling Chao lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of scaring Jiang Tang.

"Have you been followed by bad guys?"

When Jiang Tang heard this, he nodded without hesitation. With a cheeky and harmless face, he leaned close to Ling Chao, holding the boy's sleeve with his small hands, and his voice was low and soft.

"I'm scared, can you take me home?"

There was a faint smell of shower gel on Ling Chao's body. After sniffing it carefully, there was also a clear and unique bamboo fragrance, which was very faint, vaguely present, but pleasant to the touch.

Jiang Tang liked his taste.

Clean, like summer grass, people can't help but want to get close.

Ling lowered his head and looked at the girl's hair. From his angle, he could clearly see her curly and trembling eyelashes. The tip of her nose was small and round, slightly flushed, probably cold.

He must have been frightened by the homeless people in this alley, so he waited here alone, not daring to leave.

The young man looked around and lowered his head to the height of the girl.

"Then where is your home?"

Jiang Tang pointed to the depths of the back street.

"There, Twelve Buildings."

Ling Chao looked at the distance, then turned to look at the bus stop, and sighed inwardly.

"Well, don't be afraid, I'll take you back."

Jiang Tang got what he wanted, and slightly evoked a smile.

"Then you take my umbrella, you are too tall, I can't reach you."

"It's okay, you go ahead, I'll just follow you."

"Then how can it be done, Xueluo has melted on my body, it's very cold, hurry up, take it quickly."

Jiang Tang insisted, Ling Chao had no choice but to pull his hand out of his pocket, and took the little pink umbrella.

The tall young man held up the umbrella aggrievedly, and most of the umbrella surface was inclined to cover Jiang Tang tightly.

The young man took a step behind and walked upwind, forming a wall. The wind and snow blew past his body, making a crackling sound.

The two walked silently, Jiang Tang shrunk his face into the scarf, silent all the way.

Downstairs twelve, Ling Chao handed the umbrella to Jiang Tang.

"Here's your umbrella, go up."

"You take it, I still have a lot of umbrellas at home."

Ling Chao wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Jiang Tang.

"How about this, you go upstairs to have a cup of tea and warm yourself up."

Ling Chao shook his head.

"No need, there are still people waiting at home."

Jiang Tang didn't force it.

"Then take your umbrella."

"I will come here to perform in a week, and I will return the umbrella to you when the time comes."

"Got it, call me when the time comes. This is my business card, and this is also my social account."

Ling Chao took the business card, glanced at it, and saw the occupation column: senior pianist.

He put his business card in his pocket and held up his umbrella.

"Okay, you go upstairs, I'm going back."

Jiang Tang climbed up the stairs, returned to the apartment and opened the small window to look down.

The young man holding a small pink umbrella turned and left, and the wind and snow quickly covered his footprints.

(End of this chapter)