Jian Qing raised her neck and slowly raised her head.

A tall and slender figure appeared in front of him, with a straight and high-end suit and buttoned shirt to the top, which made him look wide on his shoulders and narrow on his waist, with a very good body proportions, and a sense of indescribable desire.

The tie knot was exquisitely and perfectly tied, just as long as the waist. He leaned slightly, the suit was not tied, and the tie was free from the constraints and naturally hanged downwards.

The scorching sun hanging high in the sky was like fire, shining dazzlingly, and she unconsciously narrowed her eyes.

The warm sun enveloped him, and his whole body seemed to emit golden light, as warm as the sun.

Jian Qing could not see his face clearly against the light, nor did he know what he was thinking. Perhaps he wanted to see more clearly, so he subconsciously reached out to pull the shaking tie in front of him.

Lu Huaiyu did not expect her sudden action, her pupils dilated slightly, she did not resist or dodge, and just followed her strength.

She held the tie and pulled it down into the shadow of the camphor tree.

The two people's faces were immediately close, and they could even feel each other's warm breathing.

Jian Qing blinked her bright and ignorant eyes, and her eyelashes flashed like a small fan, and she didn't know who the pond of spring water had disturbed, causing layers of ripples.

What caught my eye was a man's beautiful face, deep facial features and delicate eyebrows.

The black broken hair fell to the forehead, and the thin-edged silver glasses were on the narrow nose bridge. The eyes hidden behind the lens were as dark as ink, and the lines on the lower jaw were clear and profound.

"Lu Huaiyu?"

Jian Qing didn't expect to meet him in Yu City, so she stared at him blankly.

The little girl's voice was a little dull and her eyes were red, which made people feel heartbroken for no reason.

The red marks on the forehead were smashed by the hard lever of the folder, and they were swollen and purple.

Lu Huaiyu stared at her face and frowned.

Jian Qing met his gradually sinking eyes and frowning eyebrows, and suddenly realized that he was pulling someone's tie, and his waist, back and neck were bent by her.

She quickly let go of her hand, "Yes, I'm sorry."

Jian Qing suddenly stood up and retreated, trying to pull a long distance from Lu Huaiyu, but she squatted for too long and got too fast, her legs and feet were numb, her hair was dizzy, and a numbness of heart-wrenching pain came from the bottom to the top, and her eyes were dark.

Her legs lost strength, and when she leaned, she was about to fall back, stretched forward like a conditioned reflex, and then grabbed his tie.

Lu Huaiyu reacted very quickly, holding her arm, trying to take her back.

But Jian Qing's feet were numb and soft, and there was no strength to support him.

Lu Huaiyu was pulled by her tie and her neck was tightened, but she could not hold her back. Instead, she took her back and had time to protect her head with her palm.

Behind him is the old camphor tree with two arms folded.

Jian Qing's body was tilted, and her head was knocking back heavily, but there was no expected pain, and the slightly cool and soft touch was clear.

A faint muffled groan came from my ears.

She fell hard, but she was not hurt at all. In addition to her feet, she couldn't stand and could only lean on the tree to leverage the force.

"Wait for me, my legs will be numb."

Blood flowed back to his legs bit by bit. Jian Qing grinned as he explained.

Lu Huaiyu's hand was still pressed by her, her hair was soft and wrapped around his fingertips, just like silk and cold and smooth.

He lowered his eyelids, let out a light "hmm", and waited patiently.

As Jian Qing exchanged legs, the black hair tip rubbed against his chin without stopping, itching and numb.

A sweet orange scent radiated from the air, which was also faint and faint.

Time seems to be stagnant—

It took Jian Qing a long time to recover. It was not until the pain in her legs gradually disappeared that she had an extra consciousness and found that she was still pulling his tie and pressing her head against his hands.

Her back was against the thick tree trunk. Lu Huaiyu was pressed by one hand by her head and the other was supported on the tree, barely preventing her bodies from being close to each other, leaving a few centimeters away.

But from a distance, it seemed like he was being wrapped in his arms, which made the students around him look sideways frequently. The girls passing by whispered to each other and whispered in a low voice.

“…”

Jian Qing's cheeks were red all the way to the roots of his ears, and the earlobes hidden in his black hair were hot and hot, and were so red that they dripped blood.

The hot potato loosened his tie as if it were. The tie that was originally ironed clean and tidy was clenched and wrinkled, which was incompatible with his meticulous and rigorous dress.

"Are you okay?" The man's voice was low and silence, clear and cold, like a gentleman's openness, without any strangeness or emotions.

Jian Qing lowered her eyelashes and did not dare to look at him. She nodded and said in a low voice: "I'm fine."

Hearing this, Lu Huaiyu slowly withdrew his hands, took a step back, and kept a suitable distance from her.

Jian Qing lowered his head, and the afterglow saw a large red area on the back of his left hand, and was wiped with the trunks covered with gullies. Blood beads were spread out bit by bit, and there were fine sand particles mixed in the wound.

She suddenly panicked, "Your hand is injured."

After she said this, Lu Huaiyu noticed that his hand was rubbed. He raised the back of his hand, glanced casually, and met Jian Qing's gaze again.

The little girl was panicked and was almost at a loss. She wrote the words " guilt" and couldn't help but want to tease her.

"Yes, so you have to take responsibility." His lips curled up gently and said in a cool tone, like a joke, or very serious.

“…”

Jian Qing opened her big round eyes and pursed her lips, "How do you want to be responsible?"

If Lu Huaiyu's hands were really short of what they were, and delaying the patient waiting for him to help him, it would not be enough for her to apologize for death.

I really would rather she become a fool by damaging her brain, and she would not want his hand to be injured.

The more I thought about it, the more guilty Jian Qing felt. The grievances she suffered from Jian Hongzhe did not make her cry, but now she burst into tears.

The hot water droplets fell down and penetrated into the soil and disappeared.

“…”

In the moist eyes, the spring water is filled with the moistening spring water.

Lu Huaiyu was disturbed by her cry.

He had just touched the tree trunk, and his hands were a little dirty, so he could only wipe her tears with the tie on his chest.

"I haven't cried yet, why are you crying? It's like I'm bullying you."

Jian Qing didn't know what was wrong with him. Her tears seemed to be like water that opened the gate, and she couldn't even hold it.

The man's low, slow and magnetic voice sounded in his ears, and the soft fabric of the tie brushed across the corners of her eyes, like a catalyst for emotions, making her unable to suppress the grievance and sadness in her heart, and she was venting her heart, and she cried so sadly.

She cried and said, "But I can't afford to pay your hand. Have you put insurance on your hand..."

He was crying, soft and glutinous, but his words were naive and funny.

Lu Huaiyu was a little amused and said helplessly: "Who wants you to compensate--"
Chapter completed!