Chapter 11
"Is there a lot of black fog on his body?" Xia Qiao asked tentatively.
"What do you say?" Smell was unusually calm... Then he licked the corner of his lips.
Grass.
This is a tenant, this is a takeaway.
In a daze, the takeaway rang the doorbell.
Xia Qiao hesitated for a moment, but went over to open the door.
In the early morning of April, the cold air is still very heavy. The man named Xie Wen tilted his head and coughed a few times before turning his face. Illness can't cover up the natural good skin.
"I'm sorry, it's a bit windy today. I should have worn more clothes if I knew earlier," he said.
It may be because this man has a reputation for harming his father and mother, Xia Qiao was inexplicably afraid of him, and subconsciously shrank back. Also forget about manners and answers.
Instead, when he smelled, he glanced at his elbow, where a black coat was clearly draped. So he said rudely: "If you don't wear a coat, who will be cold if you are not cold?"
Xie Wen probably didn't expect this kind of treatment when entering the door, and was stunned for a moment.
He lowered his head to survey himself and raised his hand in black: "You said this?"
He was silent when he heard it.
When he raised his head, his eyes were already bent, and he explained with a good temper: "This is not mine, the color is too heavy, and it is not my favorite style."
When he heard that, his face was expressionless, and he said that who cares if you like it or not, and it was obviously a good match for your karma, and then he remained silent.
In this case, the blind person can't feel that there is a problem with the atmosphere. Those who are aware of current affairs may say hello and leave. But Xie asked is a strange person.
He didn't give a good face when he smelled it, which seemed to interest him a lot.
His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at it between the muffled coughs, and still asked with a smile, "Are you Xiaqiao?"
Across the phone, he also politely called "Mr. Xia Qiao". This will be face to face, and I don't know why it saves all that.
He moved his lips when he smelled, and Xian Xian popped out two words: "Guess."
The two confronted each other inexplicably, but they were still separated by a short distance, sparking from afar.
The weak individual caught in the middle was stunned by the spark, and couldn't help but interject: "That... I'm sorry, I'm Xia Qiao."
Xie asked only to look away from Wen Shi.
When he looked at Xiaqiao, he also looked at it, not knowing what he was considering. After a moment he nodded: "I guess it's you too. So who is he?"
Xia Qiao said in his heart that he was my grandfather's ancestor, but he still said honestly, "My brother."
Xie asked "Oh" and nodded, "Have I offended him? Or is your brother really fierce?"
Maybe it was because he was close, he didn't bother to work hard, his voice was much lower, but he asked very seriously.
When smelling: "..."
Xia Qiao answered neither, nor did he answer. He could only laugh and say, "He woke up early today and is not in a good mood."
In fact, the smell at the moment is really abnormal,
He used to say something along the lines of his mouth, but more often he just thought about it in his heart. It was the first time that such an obvious target was made, but it was not his fault, it was Xie Wen's fault.
Obviously I don't know it yet, but when I heard it, I already had quite complicated emotions about Xie Wen——
On the one hand, he tracked Hui Gu to Xiping Garden. Before finding out the facts, it is difficult to have a good impression of the owner of Xiping Garden.
On the other hand, when he saw Xie Wen, he became hungry.
When you are extremely hungry, someone puts a table of delicious food in front of you, and then puts up a sign saying "Toxic, I won't give it to you", are you bothered?
This is the state when I smell it.
He frowned, stared at Xie Wen for a while, and finally couldn't stand this strange and subtle confrontation, and turned his head away.
Xia Qiao was a little worried and called him: "Brother Wen, why are you going?"
Wen Shi went into the kitchen without looking back, and said firmly, "Looking for something to eat."
The kitchen is very clean, and there is nothing on the countertop. When I smelled it, I opened the cabinets one by one, and saw the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and raw rice. He opened the refrigerator again and went through it from top to bottom. He wasn't interested in the food, and he didn't know the rest. He held back his temper and picked a box at random.
Hearing Xie Wen went to the living room, he came out of the kitchen.
So when Xia Qiao turned around, he saw a certain ancestor leaning on the kitchen door, holding the chocolate he had unpacked last night, looking at him coolly.
I don't know why, but this scene is amazing.
"How old are you this year?" Xie asked suddenly.
He clearly came to see the house, but he just swept it all over, but was more interested in chatting. Xia Qiao followed suit and replied, "It's 18."
"Oh, it looks pretty small."
I want to say that I am short... Xia Qiao scolded.
He was timid, and would be uneasy if he got too close to Xie Wen, so he turned his head in three steps, and desperately hoped that Wen Shi would come to the rescue, even if it was a fight.
Happens to be blind to fashion.
"Then you..." Xie Wen also glanced at Chao Wenshi, and the pause between the words was like an adjective that was deliberately omitted, "Where's my brother? How old is he?"
Xia Qiao suspected that he had omitted words like "fierce Baba", and was about to make up an answer: "Similar to me—"
I heard four words from far behind: "It's none of your business."
Thanks for laughing.
Xia Qiao then remembered that Shen Qiao had said before, don't tell strangers about your age at will, or you can't meet a powerful character.
Fortunately, he was not specific. And this thank you
...not a great character either.