I am addicted to my paranoia

Chapter 50 It's Not Saved

The car has been driving for several minutes, yet Lou Mian has not seen his left hand touch the steering wheel, and has a strange idea in his heart.

Could it be—his left hand is allergic to the steering wheel?

"Look at what?"

"Ahem," Lou Mian quickly turned her head to look out of the window on her side, "Just now there was a kid... playing roller skating."

"Oh."

There was silence in the car for a while, and Lou Mian spoke again.

"When I was young, my parents were not often at home because of social gatherings, so in such a big family, there was only the nanny and aunt besides me."

"Because of this, I have almost no good memories of my childhood. No one took me to the playground, no one took me to eat ice cream, and I wrote more and more test papers."

"One day, I saw a recorded video of someone traveling to the seaside on TV, and that was the first time I had longing for it."

"I like the sea, so when I was in high school for the holidays, I went to the beach."

"Sand grains climbed up my instep along the sea water, and countless shells were illuminated by the sun."

Speaking of this, Lou Mian chuckled softly: "When this election is over, I will go to the beach again, Li Xiao, what are you yearning for?"

It was quiet.

Lou Mian looked at him, and saw that the other party was expressionless, showing no fluctuations, and no sign of wanting to answer her.

"Forget it, longing for yourself to know."

Lou Mian didn't feel embarrassed or anything else, just felt that the young man was in his flowering period, whether it was his temper or his thoughts, it was up to him to decide whether to express or speak out.

The scenery outside the window reversed at a constant speed, and soon arrived at the Xingfu Mansion. Lou Mian did not let him in, but stopped at the gate, got off the driveway, thanked him, and turned to leave.

After her back completely disappeared from sight, Li Xiao couldn't hold back his expression, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, as if in a very tired state.

After a long time, there was a sigh.

"I yearn for it."

"So what if you say it."

……

As soon as Lou Mian opened the door, she saw Huang Jieya slumped on the sofa eating snacks, "Are you still there?"

"What are you talking about!" Huang Jieya immediately sat up, "Are you tired of me?"

After closing the door, Lou Mian changed into her slippers and went to sit next to her, "Don't be a publicity director with your brain skills, go directly to be a screenwriter."

"cut!"

Just as Huang Jieya was about to refute, she suddenly smelled a different fragrance from her body, and narrowed her eyes: "Who sent you back? I know it wasn't Cheng Yan."

"why?"

"How could that old man wear perfume?"

Lou Mian laughed out loud: "Have you heard a word? The man has 41 flowers, but it is true that he is not the one who sent me back."

Huang Jieya sniffed it carefully again, "Li Xiao sent you here."

Lou Mian was dumbfounded: "Don't be a screenwriter, you should be a detective."

Huang Jieya raised her chin proudly: "The young man's youthful smell is really different, it makes my sister want to swallow it in one bite!"

"Hey," Lou Mian leaned back, "It's useless if you try to swallow it, Li Xiao doesn't like women."

"..."

Huang Jieya stopped the topic decisively and rolled her eyes.

This idiot - there is no help.

"Have you eaten?"

"Of course, how could I starve myself."

Lou Mian looked at the dining table, it was very clean, and Huang Jieya was not a person who was good at tidying up, so she asked, "Did you eat outside?"

"That's right," Huang Jieya nodded, "I asked sister Zhan Rong to eat with me."

Mentioning this person, Lou Mian said seriously, "How is it?"

(End of this chapter)