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Senbei certainly recognized this voice.

Obviously, it is her new landlord...

But how could he be here...

So... just... he was holding her? !

Senbei no longer turned his head to identify it, but the space he circled out seemed to be a steam room.

Senbei could only stare at the ground intently, relieving his restless little heart.

When the subway shuttles, there are billboards flashing light and dark outside the windows.

There was no movement in his arms, Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and it happened to be the little girl's ear that caught his eye.

When wearing a hat, she likes to keep her hair behind her ears.

The little earlobe is completely exposed, like a transparent, pearly red agate.

Chen Zhuo's Adam's apple moved slightly, keeping his eyes away.

Stopped at one stop, Senbei's palms were sweaty and wet.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the route map on the door and asked, "How many stops are you still off?"

Senbei shrugged and raised four fingers.

Chen Zhuo continued to compare: "Xingyue Park?"

Senbei nodded.

There was a moment of silence.

Chen Zhuo asked again: "Why don't you let me send it?"

For the fatal question, Senbei's body went stiff, and he didn't know how to answer it.

Someone got into the car behind him and pushed, so that...

The man’s lean body, several times, was forced to press her back tightly...

Like a volcanic eruption, Senbei felt smoke from his head and ears.

When the car restarted, Chen Zhuo glanced at the little girl whose neck had turned pink.

He made a little teasing and leaned his upper body down a few points.

The slightly hot breath brushed over the auricle...

Back ear root...

Senbei was aroused with goose bumps.

Then, the breath stopped, with a more burning temperature, and said: "Do you like being squeezed like this?"

Boom, blood rushes, and Senbei's head will explode.

Really, really...

No more...

Feeling soft all over, Senbei moved forward subconsciously, trying to distance him.

While shaking his head violently back and forth, denying, denying, denying desperately, denying all.

Upon seeing this, Chen Zhuo went down and said: "If you don't like it, let me send it. It looks like a child. Who can rest assured that you will come out alone?"

Senbei was scalded by his breathing to the point where his consciousness became confused, let alone thinking about his proposal, and he could only... keep nodding.

Chen Zhuo got his wish, chuckled and straightened his upper body.

After a while, he looked like a person without incident.

——

When the gentle female voice announced "Xingyue Park Station", the man also let go.

Senbei quickly grabbed his beating heart and fled outside without stopping.

Chen Zhuo relied on the tall and long legs, so he could follow behind in time.

He glanced at the little girl's tight steps that were fast-twisting, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

She didn't look up, as if she knew the direction by instinct and avoided the crowd.

Chen Zhuo saw that she walked fairly well, but she was also novel, but she raised her eyebrows in confusion——

Over the years, how did this little unsocial creature survive?

When he arrived at Harakosha, Yuanyuan was already waiting for senbei at the door.

The girl was squeezing the small bag on her side, her eyes touched behind her, and she couldn't help but pause, who is this super tasteful uncle...

Is it possible...

"Zhongyi boss? Uncle Milk Tea?"

When the two met, Yuanyuan asked softly.

Senbei licked his lower lip and nodded in confession. On the way, her mouth was dry for no reason, and she wanted to drink water...

"My mother..." Yuanyuan continued to sigh: "He escorted you here? Wow, the relationship is not normal? You guest, you do like a little princess..."

Don't talk nonsense... the senbei face is hot and dare not come out, just beg her to stop gossiping.

Not daring to be left in the cold, Yuanyuan stepped forward and introduced herself generously: "Hello, I am the editor of Xianbei and Jiang's proud girlfriend."

Hearing the names of acquaintances, Chen Zhuo nodded and said hello to them.

Yuanyuan is planning to lead them to the office building.

Chen Zhuo declined: "No, I'll wait in the lobby."

Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows: "She may have to sign in the afternoon, why don't you go sit up there?"

Chen Zhuo thought for a while and agreed.

Yuanyuan smiled meaningfully. Tsk, it's different to have money and leisure.

An outstanding man appeared out of thin air in this editorial office filled with "house rot" atmosphere, and the female editors looked at him.

Yuanyuan arranged a quiet and refreshing office for Senbei.

In addition, an extra chair was brought in for the accompanying Boss Chen.

On the long table, two boxes of comic books and five markers.

Senbei only feels exhausted and has a long way to go.

but……

The sky will descend to the people of Sri Lanka...

Secretly let out a long breath, Senbei sat down, unscrewed the pen cover, and opened the cover. On the title page, he wrote and wrote quickly...

Fortunately, there was a foresight...

The word senbei is not much more than bargain...

After signing the first book, she put it aside, and was picked up by the man next to her.

Ai? !

Unable to stop, the moment he stretched out his hand, the other party already frowned and opened himself.

It’s shameful to be...the three-dimensional person, seeing his signature or something...

In order to be consistent with the work, her personal signature, at the request of the comics club, has a scribble and rough style consistent with the usual painting style.

Senbei hides his face unconsciously.

Steeply, the lower jaw was rubbed by a pinch of coolness, and the touch was clear.

Senbei took away his hand and realized that he was still holding the marker in his hand.

Frozen for two seconds.

Ah ah ah ah ah, the pen tip was accidentally drawn on?

There is no mirror confirmation, no specific part can be found.

Senbei can only rely on the residual memory, and will not stop using his fingers and palms to wipe the suspected places.

Chen Zhuo noticed her movement and came over.

After putting down the two-page comic book, the man asked, "What's wrong?"

Senbei's cheeks were reddened, and he retracted his neck, and said softly, "No...nothing..."

The man didn't look away easily, but lowered his head to observe her.

Senbei's head got lower and lower, very uncomfortable, and his chin quickly moved back to his shoulder.

Chen Zhuo suddenly laughed, "Don't move."

Random words, such as tapping acupuncture points, the senbei really stopped moving.

The man stretched out his hand, and Senbei reflexed conditionally to shrink back, but his slender fingers did not retreat as a result, they touched her chin, held it there, and controlled it.

Senbei's heart trembled like an electric shock.

His breathing was unstable instantly, as if he was on a plateau.

The warm, slightly rough thumb pads, rubbing gently.

The man squinted his eyes slightly, his expression focused, his eyes kept intent. Not seeing the girl's fingers resting there, all of them swept the tabletop and curled up.

The toes are also, fortunately, hidden in the canvas shoes, and will not be seen.

After trying several times, Chen Zhuo gave up and let go: "Can't wipe it off."

He picked up a marker pen that hadn't opened the lid, and pondered, "Quick work...no wonder."

Turning to look outside the office, he might find a new way. He stood up, walked out, and turned into a nearby pantry.

The senbei sitting there has been petrified long ago, and is dumbfounded.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, thirty seconds, one minute...

The whole body was unconscious, only the part of the skin that had been touched by a man had a strong sense of existence.

When he came back, Chen Zhuo had a few wet tissues in his hands.

This time, he did not sit back, squatted directly in front of the girl, raised his hand in the same place as her, and wiped it. As before, concentrate.

The damp touch makes senbei excite the spirit.

But the next second, the heat was on her face, uncontrollably taking root and spreading.

But she dare not...

There was a little sound...

The eyelashes quivered slightly...

She can only let those shyness, dizziness, and many inexplicable emotions raging on her cheeks...

The man didn't rush to get up until it was completely dealt with.

Still squatting there, watching her, his eyes sank, and after a while, he returned to clearness.

He curled his lips and smiled: "Don't practice signing with your own face."

Knowing that he was teasing, Senbei still wanted to rub his forehead regretfully.

After realizing it, the man was still looking at her, and quickly hid his hand that was half-empty.

Soon, a broad and dry palm suddenly came to me.

And accompanied by a soft voice: "If you want to practice, just sign me. I'm also your fan."