Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Shen Shi took out the earphones and stuffed them into her ears.

Because I did this action once before, Xiao Poor didn't reject it.

But Shen Shi didn't play the music for a long time.

She couldn't help touching the earphones, then looked up at him.

Although there was still no emotion on his face, his beautiful big eyes seemed to be asking him why he had no voice.

It can be seen that she liked the music last time.

Shen Shi narrowed his eyes, controlled the urge to touch her cheek, and played music for her.

Then he took her hand and walked to the mall.

When she entered the door, the poor boy didn't show much resistance.

Seeing this, Aunt Chen was relieved.

But as she continued to walk in, as soon as there were more people, her body began to gradually become stiff, and her steps began to slow down.

Shen Shi turned his body slightly, put an arm around her behind and put it on her arm, covering her in his encirclement in a guarding posture.

Such protection gave Gu Ruojiao a sense of peace of mind.

She raised her head subconsciously, but because she couldn't communicate with people's eyes, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple.

"man."

Shen Shi trembled suddenly, his breathing became a little messy.

Because I didn't expect her to touch it suddenly, especially when they were in a shopping mall with so many people coming and going.

But little poor don't understand that.

Seeing that he didn't respond, I touched him again.

"man."

A soft, boneless hand rests on the Adam's apple.

This provocative action, even if she does it ignorantly, is enough to seduce Shen Shi.

He took a deep breath and took her hand.

"Jiaojiao, watch the road."

It didn't look like he would say it from a calm and intelligent person. How could she, an autistic patient, know to watch the way.

But Shen Shi didn't find out.

Aunt Chen was quite happy watching from the side: "Ruoruo will take the initiative to contact people now, it's all thanks to Dr. Shen."

Fortunately, the little poor's attention was quickly diverted by the switched song.

She tilted her head.

A few seconds later, it crooked again.

Shen Shi helplessly reached out to support her head which continued to tilt to one side.

Glancing at the phone, he switched the track back to Canon, and clicked on the cycle mode.

The little poor fell silent again.

Because of this interruption, she began to get used to the coming and going of people around her.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Aunt Chen hurriedly led Shen Shi and Gu Ruojiao up to the sixth floor.

This stationery store is one of Gu Ruojiao's favorite brands, and it's also relatively close to home, so Aunt Chen brought Shen Shi and the others here.

There were not many people in the stationery store at this time.

As soon as you enter, you can smell the familiar smell of paper.

The little poor's attention was drawn away from the canon.

Shen Shi took off the earphones: "Come on, let's pick the paint."

He first took her to the stationery area, but little pity didn't respond to these.

Shen Shi observed for a while, then brought her to the paper area for painting.

She began to have a little reaction, and walked to the cotton pulp area used for watercolor painting.

Shen Shi followed her gaze and began to study.

He doesn't know how to paint, and he can't tell the difference between medium and thick paper, fine grain and coarse grain, and the weight of the paper.

But she is very familiar with things in her field.

She didn't need anyone to tell her what to do, she had already picked it up by herself.

Aunt Chen on the side watched with tears in her eyes: "Ruoruo is the first time to buy stationery by herself!"

He hurriedly took out his phone and turned on the camera to start recording and send it to Gu's parents.

Shen Shi was relatively calm about this.

Because he found that Gu Ruojiao was not incapable of thinking, but was overprotected and arrogant, so she was even more unwilling to express herself.

She'll still be willing to respond, given the proper lead.