Chapter 15: Touch the head!

Although there was a delay on the road, in fact, Zhang Shuyuan's combat power was not at the same level as Lin Xingqing. It took up to half an hour from Zhang Shuyuan's anger to go to work and then retired by her.
To kill chickens, use a oxen knife.
Before five o'clock, Lin Xingqing had already arrived.
There is still some sunshine at this moment, and the sensor lights around it have not been lit, but the villa in front of me has seen the brightness of the light through the huge windows through the arrival of the owner.
"Miss Lin."
Seeing Lin Xingqing in the distance, the servant standing at the door had already slightly bent over her, and with the words, the door opened.
In the warm light reflection, through the open door, you can see Fang Xia's figure. It seems that she has just come back. Fang Xia, who is facing the door, is in a formal dress and is putting something. After Lisao took it in hand, her head turned slightly, and in the soft light, in the face of the cold calendar, Lin Xingqing's eyes were printed with deep eyes.
"Lin Xingqing, come here."
In that kind of discourse, Fang Xia's deep eyes gradually faded, and the discourse had a gentle curvature.
"Lin Xingqing, eat."
"Lin Xingqing, come here."
It seems that every time he meets, Fang Xia always speaks the common words with the aura inconsistent.
Thinking of such a no-nutrition, cloudless E-shang, E-small E, building a margin, Lin Xingqing patted his heartbeat a little faster due to the rapid walking, facing Fang Xia's gaze, the pace was slow Walked in.
"Miss Lin, you are back."
"Well, Lisao, I'm back."
Warm light, standing on the side of the sofa and looking at her Fang Xia. Since the last time she told her that Fang Xia was in a good mood, she was a little gentle Lisao.
All this is just as good as before.
But somehow, Zhang Shuyuan's expression-like face similar to that of Fang Xia Wucheng floated in her head, and then look at Fang Xia.
After the war cousin, it's time to meet the cousin!
Thinking about what she thought when she came, Lin Xingqing's eyebrows were slightly bent, and she smiled silently.
"Lin Xingqing, you are in a good mood."
In that affirmative words, Fang Xia looked at Lin Xingqing quietly for a few seconds, her cold calendar breath disappeared at a rate visible to the naked eye.
"Fortunately."
Lin Xingqing responded, and saw Fang Xia walking towards her, spreading her hands forward, which was an inviting gesture.
Lin Xingqing bit her lip and slowly lowered her hand.
When the hand was clenched, Fang Xiala took her on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and stared at her quietly, a quiet listening appearance.
"What happened today?"
The distance between the two is very close, but it is a habit to sleep in the same bed. It is also a habit to hold hands and eat in the garden at night. For this kind of distance, Lin Xingqing's ears will be slightly hot at first, but It can be adjusted very quickly, and relax and accept.
But Fang Xia wants to know why he is in such a good mood ...
Could she say that she had admitted to Fang Xia's cousin that she was a vixen, and ...
Being held by hands and sitting next to each other, Lin Xingqing could be held dead. At this moment, the ear was not slightly hot, but the whole was hot.
Sure enough, when I did something, I didn't feel it. I really felt very ashamed when I did it to God.
"No .. nothing ... Ah, Lisao, can I serve now? I'm hungry, Fang Xia, are you hungry?"
Awkward skills for transferring topics.
Counseled.
Obviously, he was so powerful against Zhang Shuyuan just now.
Lin Xingqing escaped to sit on the dining table, feeling the sight behind him, standing straight, with a serious and serious expression.
Just thinking of Xiong Xin's aspirations when he came before, and then compared with his current status, silently wiped tears for himself.
After a few minutes, Fang Xiafang got up from the sofa and walked slowly in front of Lin Xingqing.
Lin Xingqing looked hard at the empty dining table, and that expression focused on the extreme.
From the inside out, it is circulating: Do n’t quarrel me, do n’t touch me, do n’t look at me, I have important and important things to do.
As for the hand that was placed under the table, it was tightly tightened, the body was extremely tight, and the heartbeat was faster, it was completely unimportant!
"Lin Xingqing."
Fang Xia's eyes floated a smile, looking at Lin Xingqing like this, his hands slowed down, he slowly touched Lin Xingqing's head, and rubbed it gently.
The strength of the movement was extremely light, but the nose was full of fragrance that was unique to Fang Xia. The subtle touch of the finger touching the scalp was so vivid, do n’t mention that when touching her head, Fang Xia If the skin touched her seemingly.
Touch the head!
Somehow such a word flashed in my mind.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it was my love of my boyfriend, when I was scornful, it seemed like I could n’t rub my hair, I was petty and dead, charming and dead.
When was that, who said to her, Lin Xingqing could not remember.
However, she thought about the words that she had never understood before, and she understood them now.
Originally it was just a gesture of touching the head, it would make such a heartbeat.
"Sister Li, serve."
"Yes, miss."
In that conversation, the dishes came up very quickly, the same four dishes and one soup, but the chef has a strong skill to ensure that it does not repeat the sample for a week, and the nose can smell the ultimate aroma on the first end.
Fang Xiazao had already left Lin Xingqing's position and was sitting gracefully in front of her, his eyes were not that compelling.
But even if his body relaxed, Lin Xingqing's head was getting lower and lower.
If not, how should she hide the heartbeat like a drum, the heat that spread from the roots of her ears to her face.
"Lin Xingqing, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Oh, okay."
After that, it was time to eat quietly as before, and the only low-pitched noise from the two people was quiet.
In order to cover up his shame, Lin Xingqing really made an effort to eat. Although it was not originally hungry, it was not difficult to eat anything accidentally under the premise that the food itself was delicious.
Two bowls of piled rice, half of the dishes.
While the servant was packing up the tableware silently, Lin Xingqing touched his stomach, and the whole person looked a little unconscious.
She is so good!
As a woman, how can she eat so much! ! !
The author has something to say: Ah, I really want Fang Xia to come up with a strong wall!
It's too pediatric to touch the head! ! !
PS: This chapter seems to be a little short?