Leaning on the sofa lazily and bonelessly, sending messages to the nanny at home.
"Hello? Aunt Wang, I won't be coming back tonight. That's right, I'm at my classmate's house, so don't worry."
Smiled when talking, waited for the phone to hang up, and 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 in a black bathrobe, he immediately saw the little girl running towards him with a hair dryer, smiling.
"I'm here, let your most gentle and lovely sister, the most caring and patient sister, come to serve you today."
Lu Xishuo smiled with a towel, walked over, and sat in front of the mirror: "Come on, how long will it take?"
Jiaoyang pursed her lips and thought for a while, then touched the soft black hair on his head with her fingers, and said in a dignified manner: "It won't take long, about ten 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 can almost wish for a different 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 to 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, so he is often dressed 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 to match 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.
Brows and eyes are picturesque, and pupils are like dark 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 quickly raised the hair dryer in his 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.
Said that she held a grudge, she still refused to admit it, and her memory is not very good on weekdays, but she still remembers this matter.
"Okay, after I finish my work for a while, I will go dye it for you."
"No need, I made an aesthetic mistake."
Jiaoyang put down the hair dryer, leaned into his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and replied with a smile: "I just now understand that you are not the only one with a silver-haired face, 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, so what if there is another one?
"That's the sentence, you can't impose your own preferences on others." Jiao Yang smiled.
But who said this to her? Can't remember.
Lu Xishuo smiled and hugged her back.
Just as 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 his 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.
Jiaoyang let out a "uh" sound from his mouth, struggled symbolically for a while, put down the hair care essential oil in his hand, and put it on the table next to him.
Then she hugged his neck back and kissed him while maintaining this intimate position.
After a while, the two parted panting, Jiaoyang raised his head, and looked at Lu Xishuo who was looking down 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 incident that day, and they still defaulted to the outside world that they were like brothers and sisters in the past.
But I don’t know what’s going on, almost every other week, one of the two can’t help but talk to the other, maybe because of attachment or some other reason, wanting to reproduce what happened that day.
So over time, they formed the tacit understanding and contact they have now, and 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 she asked her just now whether she really wanted to surpass Lu Ran in grades because of Qi Ziyan, no matter how much she denied and explained, 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.
Jiaoyang 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.
Jiaoyang 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...early 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 when he saw this and stopped talking.
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.
The people around whispered: "Boss seems to be in a bad mood today"
"you shut up."