Chapter    7

Jiang Weicheng was woken up when the car was about to arrive. It was still raining outside the car window. She leaned against the back of the chair, and the boy next to her was looking down at her phone.

"I'm asleep?"

She moved her neck, and the boy didn't look at her and nodded softly.

The car stopped and she went to get her cell phone, but he had already scanned the QR code of the taxi using his cell phone: "You gave me money, I'll do it."

The rain was much lighter, Huo Xichen gave her the umbrella and got off the car from the other side.

She opened her umbrella and walked less than two steps. Her thin heels were stuck in the cracks of the stone bricks in the old street, stuck there and came out. She let out a low voice, losing her center of gravity and fell to the side.

A strong hand held her wrist. The joints of the hand were clearly distinguished, and the fingers were thin, white and long, but they steadily supported her.

Jiang Weicheng was holding an umbrella in one hand and a bag in the other, standing on one foot, and the other high heels were stuck in the gap in the stone bricks, looking a little embarrassed.

"I'll do it."

The boy squatted down and couldn't help her.

She had thin high heels on her feet, and she didn't stand very steadily on the slippery stone bricks. He looked up at her, patted his knees, "Step here."

She didn't hesitate much, after all, it would be better to solve this situation quickly.

The woman's white toes were on his knees. She was not wearing socks. Her toes were delicate and tender, chubby, and were painted with lilac nail polish, which made her whole feet look pink and white.

Huo Xichen was a little desperate about himself. How sick he was to have such thoughts!

He pursed his lips and reached out to pull out the high heels stuck in the brick crack. It was probably too hard. When the shoes came out, they made a crisp clacking sound. The heel and sole were broken, leaving only a thin layer of leather connected.

He was a little confused and looked up at her with his broken high heels.

"I didn't mean it."

The boy looked panicked, as if he didn't quite understand why he broke the heels after just pulling it off.

Jiang Weicheng wanted to laugh again, but she endured it back: "It's okay, I can still wear it."

The heel was just broken, so of course she could wear it, but the high heels were originally tall, with a sharp heel of eight centimeters. After she put it on, she had to walk on tiptoe, but she still limped.

He walked around her a few steps and lowered his body towards her: "I'll carry you, Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Weicheng felt that he should be glad that he was wearing nine-point length jeans today. Even if he was carried by him, he would not have any embarrassing thoughts.

The old street is very long, and her house is very inside, so it takes a lot of time to go.

The boy was very obedient, clenched his fists and clamped his elbows on her legs, which was very gentlemanly.

She held his shoulder with one hand and an umbrella with the other, listening to the slight sound of Xiaoyu hitting the umbrella.

It was past 11 o'clock in the evening, and most of the residents on the street were already asleep, and the surroundings were quiet, and there were only dizzy street lights accompanying them along the way.

"Xiao Chen, thank you today."

Her voice came from behind his ears, and a slight breath blew, causing an unnegligible itch, slivering into his heart.

"You're welcome."

He heard his somewhat stiff answer.

Huo Xichen frowned and almost habitually fought against the strangeness in his heart.

Tell yourself that this is just her mask in front of others.

Tell yourself that it is best to increase her favorability.

But deep down, there was still a hint of sweetness that was so shallow that he didn't even realize it because of this thank you...

Huo Xichen is about to start school next week. He has been living with her for more than a week. She has never seen his father come to him, and she has never even had a phone call.

As he said at the beginning, in addition to the T-shirts and pair of pants in the denim backpack, as well as some miscellaneous supplies and shoes he wore on his feet, he really never brought any other items.

Jiang Weicheng originally wanted to buy it for him, but he felt it was not suitable, so he simply drew a draft by himself and started to do it directly.

Boys' clothes seem easy to make, but in fact they are not much easier than women's clothing. Because there are fewer styles and styles, you can work hard on details if you want to stand out.

Fortunately, I'm just making a few daily T-shirts, which only lasts an hour from the time I started to cut them.

By Sunday afternoon, two T-shirts and a pair of loose semi-casual trousers were all done.

Huo Xichen looked at her with a little shocked look as she took off the model's clothes and stuffed them into his arms: "Go and try it."

She hadn't measured his size in advance, and it was all based on the naked eye. However, this was not a close-fitting suit, she could probably know it after a few glances.

"Do it for me?"

He had handed the fabric and a ruler next to him these two days, but he didn't expect that these two pieces of clothes were actually made for him.

She nodded and returned the tools on the table one by one.

I didn't hear the footsteps of the boy next to me, and I turned back with a strange look: "Why don't you try it--"

The words behind were interrupted by the sudden movement of him holding them up.

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed her entire body in his arms with his height advantage.

Jiang Weicheng was still holding a soft ruler and scissors in his hand, and he was a little stiff in the air, and he didn't react for a moment.

The boy's young and refreshing breath came to his face. With the leaping of youth, she frowned and was about to struggle, but he had already let go of her.

She looked up and met his bright smile. The smile was too clean and clear, as if she was just hugging her because she was happy.

"Thank you, I'm so happy!"

There was a bright light in the boy's eyes, "This is the first time someone has made clothes for me!"

Seeing that he was so happy, she couldn't say anything: "It's just a few pieces of clothes. Go and try it. If the size is not right, you can change it. The thread has not been completely removed. If it is right, you have to take it over and let me finish it."

"Um!"

He responded and entered the room with his clothes.

The door closed, and the boy smiled and frowned a little annoyed.

Her chest and heart were beating violently. If she let go of her a little later, she would definitely notice such a strange heartbeat.

It’s all because of this season that he was dressed too thin. It was the first time he hugged a girl. He didn’t grasp the strength at once and put it too tightly, so that he could clearly feel the difference between the other party and himself...

He was bothered and annoyed, and a little inexplicably panicked. He grabbed his hair and walked to the dressing mirror to change his clothes, but found that the corners of his lips were actually raised.

Damn it, it's like seeing a ghost!

He finally sacrificed his se. She didn't seem to react. Forget it. What's going on now?

However, things that made Huo Xichen even more annoyed are still to come.

That night, he had a dream, in which he was holding a man.

Her waist and limbs were slender and soft, and her long hair fell from her slender shoulders, with a faint fragrance.

She gently stroked his cheek and placed his hand gently on her heart.

"Did you hear my heartbeat?"

The woman in the dream spoke.

He couldn't see her face clearly, and he only felt that his fingertips were as soft as Yunxu, which felt like he was going crazy.
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