Forced to Date a Big Shot

This agreement is handwritten.

Xiang Huai's first reaction was that the child's handwriting was beautiful, not so delicate, and the pen was sharp. It could be seen that she must not have been in a good mood when she wrote the agreement.

He then looked at the content.

1. Hold hands once a day. If I don’t hold your hand, you are not allowed to move.

2. Kiss once a week. I have the final say on the time. The rest of the time, you are not allowed to think about it, mention it, or dream about it.

3. You are not allowed to come to my house for dinner on your own initiative at night.

4. Don’t call me casually!

5. I didn’t think about it for the time being, so I thought of adding something.

Xiang Huai raised his eyebrows.

He is not interested in 1, after all, he does it every day; but 2? Kiss once a week, the frequency is a bit low, right? There are always exceptions; as for 3, his father-in-law can just ask him to go to dinner; for 4, can't he just make a phone call casually?

His comments about these things flashed through his mind one by one. He looked up and saw the girl looking at him seriously, with a pair of foggy eyes full of solemnity, like a cat on the verge of exploding. It seemed that if he dared to bargain, he would Stretch out your claws and grab it.

He chuckled and replied: "Okay."

Seeing that he agreed, she finally seemed to relax a little, and then she picked up her breakfast and put it on the counter.

Without Lu Chao, Xiang Huai took it consciously and walked to the dining table to place them one by one.

The child was very serious while eating, and even more serious when holding his hand after finishing eating, so that he did not dare to flirt with her. After a few minutes, she let go of his hand and asked expressionlessly: "Are your clothes made of fiber fabric?"

Xiang Huai was confused: "...It seems so, what?"

Who would study the materials of clothes when they have nothing to do?

But as soon as these words came out, Xue Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

The friction between fiber fabrics and skin easily generates static electricity. No wonder when I held hands these two times, I always felt that the touched areas were tingling, as if electricity was flowing through them.

She seriously suggested: "You should wear pure cotton to make it more...comfortable."

"……oh."

Xiang Huai felt that this conversation seemed a bit strange, but children's brain circuits have always been strange. If she didn't explain, he wouldn't be able to guess what she was thinking.

Xue Xi had no intention of explaining at all. She picked up her schoolbag and walked out: "I'm going to school."

She walked forward slowly, and when she arrived at the school gate, she happened to see the red-haired Gao Yanchen entering the campus with his cell phone lowered.

Behind him, Huo Miao No. 1 was holding a Chinese textbook in his hand, reading it very carefully.

This style of painting seems a little wrong, right?

Xue Xi followed them with some doubts.

Gao Yanchen caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, immediately put down his phone and raised his chin slightly, "I hired a martial arts master yesterday."

Xue Xi:?

Gao Yanchen coughed and said, "Let me practice for a while and then I will compete with you."

Xue Xi: "...then come on?"

Gao Yanchen: "......"

Why do you think Sister Xi’s words of encouragement are so perfunctory?

He tightened his expression and suddenly kicked Huo Miao No. 1, "Walk well!"

Huo Miao No. 1: "…………"

Why is he always the one who gets hurt?

He put down the book and suddenly said in a suspicious tone: "Sister Xi, do you want to read?"

Xue Xi was stunned for a moment, stared at his Chinese book and said, "I can even memorize this book."

Huo Miao No. 1's eyes widened: "What? I didn't expect you to be such a Sister Xi!"

He opened the textbook and found a comic book inside. He asked curiously: "But why are you carrying a comic book?"

Xue Xi was stunned, "Isn't this a textbook?"

Huo Miao No. 1 smiled: "Of course, when I look like this in class, the teacher thinks I am studying hard."

Xue Xi: "......"

I feel more knowledgeable!

After leaving on the third floor, Xue Xi entered the experimental class. When she passed through the aisle and returned to her seat, she found Qin Shuang holding a high school mathematics book with tears streaming down his face.

The chatterbox took out a tissue and wiped his tears, then choked and said to Xue Xi: "The heroine is so miserable, wuwuwu, this novel is too cruel."

"…………"

Sitting in her seat, Xue Xi read the "Chemical Elements" before class. For some reason, the scene of Xiang Huai sitting behind the counter of the grocery store, reading "Buddhist Sutra" and "Zhuangzi" suddenly flashed in her mind.

I used to think that he was indeed reading scriptures, but now that I think about it, he must be like the chatty little ones, right? If that's the case, then what is he looking at? -

After school in the evening, Xue Xi took the car back to Xue's house.

After getting out of the car, I found a white Mercedes-Benz in the yard. It was Ji Silin's car.

Xue Xi quickened her pace and entered the living room, where she found her grandmother and Ye Li sitting on the sofa. The door to the bedroom was closed as usual.

When doing psychological counseling, you really cannot be disturbed.

Xue Xi put down her schoolbag and sat on the sofa with them.

Ye Li found a topic to chat: "Xixi, I have sent the painting you liked yesterday to be framed. It will take about three days and it will be hung in your room."

Xue Xi nodded.

At this time, Song Wenman asked: "The painting you painted last night was sent to the studio today and was it sold?"

Ye Li's eyes flashed with disappointment, "No."

Song Wenman didn't think anything of it. She said directly: "We don't make a living by selling paintings. Literati still need to be noble."

While several people were talking, the bedroom door opened. Song Wenman stood up in a hurry. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Silin walked out and made a silent gesture, and whispered: "Asleep."

Song Wenman nodded happily and whispered: "He has been sleeping very poorly recently. He didn't sleep much all night last night. It's a good thing that he can fall asleep now."

Ji Silin: "I'll save some sleeping pills for later. Don't take them often. If you really can't sleep, just give him one pill. Maybe his condition has worsened due to the change of living environment. It seems that I have to come twice a week. ”

Song Wenman nodded: "Okay."

After explaining the matter about Ye Lai, Xue Xi sent Ji Silin away.

The two stood in the yard, Xue Xi looked up at him.

The sky darkened and the moon crept up into the sky. Ji Silin was still dressed in white, his glasses reflected the cold light, and he looked as clean and elegant as he did two years ago.

In a low voice, Xue Xi told the story of how she met Xiang Huai in detail, including that she would die if she didn't fall in love. After that, she said, "Brother Silin, I know it's very fantasy to say such things, you may not believe it... …”

Before he finished speaking, Ji Silin said with a serious face: "I believe you."

Xue Xi felt warm in her heart. She had been confused and hesitant from the incident until now. Now she seemed to have seen the light: "Do you believe me?"

Ji Silin laughed: "I have been in your situation before."

Xue Xi hurriedly said: "Then am I bewitched or poisoned?"

Ji Silin shook his head: "None of them."

Xue Xi: "What is that?"