Mr. Lu's delicate bag

Chapter 58 The Thief in Front of You

Uncle...inner thigh...

How could these two words be put together?! She had never seen a man wearing anything other than trousers. Every time, he was always tightly dressed and very formal...

Do you wake up in the morning, change your underwear, then lower your head and spray some perfume on the inside of your thighs before putting on your trousers with a chuckle?

The scenes in her mind played out one after another, as if she were seeing them with her own eyes. Shen Jiaojiao's face became increasingly red, and she felt inexplicably hot.

The fragrance filled her nostrils, and she blinked foolishly. The man was right in front of her, less than 10 centimeters away.

She bit her lips tightly, her heart pounding, not daring to make any sound, then she remembered that, in fact, her uncle had not been so close to her for a long time... He smelled good, not too strong, but just soft enough.

So close... I really want to catch him.

"What's wrong?" The man sprayed some perfume on both of Shen Jiaojiao's wrists, turned his head and asked with some confusion.

The distance between the two of them was much closer at this time.

A low, magnetic voice rang out, and Shen Jiaojiao's heart trembled. She immediately held her breath! She blinked her big eyes and stared at the man guiltily! What were I trying to catch? What was my uncle just now?!

···Can’t talk, can’t get this close! Can’t talk to me like this!!!

The little guy suddenly became quiet, just like a little fox whose tail was suddenly stepped on by someone. The fox's tail stopped wagging and it just stood there in a daze, with a red face... And, it looked like it was holding its breath?

The man frowned and said helplessly, "Breathe!"

Huh... breathe...?

Hearing this, Shen Jiaojiao finally realized what was going on. She quickly took a breath and exhaled.

The man was amused by her cute expression and wanted to laugh, but he held it back...

What is this little guy thinking? He is so tense, as if he will fall straight to the ground if touched, and his hands and feet can be lifted up.

Lu Shize pursed his lips and moved his body back, but his movement froze. He lowered his eyes and found that the hem of his clothes was actually grabbed by someone.

The little hands...slightly curled up.

Shen Jiaojiao didn't pull him completely, she only dared to grab a little bit of the hem with two fingers... The man could have actually withdrawn all the time, but he looked back at her, and the silly little fox just closed his eyes immediately.

···I miss···my uncle very much.

I miss him so very much.

I haven't seen him for many days. I don't want to quarrel, nor do I want to ignore him... I just want to be close to him like this, listening to him talking to me, or just do nothing and stay together like this... I can hold his clothes and let him smell it if he doesn't let me leave.

The man frowned and wanted to say something, but he noticed that Shen Jiaojiao's fingers actually grasped the hem of her clothes a little more... Like a little thief who steals things a little more, and seems to be quite brave, wanting to steal more things in front of you... But, she closed her eyes.

Deception?

But, why tear the clothes?

The man didn't quite understand, but he couldn't stop her. He just watched her eyelashes tremble slightly, as if she was a little nervous... What on earth was she trying to do by clenching her eyelashes like that?

"···Sir? Sir! Don't forget the fruit drink you brought. Give the young lady a sip while it's still cold."···The driver didn't hear the voice behind him. He just thought that Shen Jiaojiao was so sleepy that she wanted to doze off, so he quickly reminded her, even if it was just for the young lady to have a sip.

Just now, when the boss came down to the parking lot and got into the car, Assistant Chen followed him and brought in a glass of fruit drink. It was obvious that the boss bought it specially for the eldest lady. If the eldest lady fell asleep now and didn't drink any of it, wouldn't it be a waste?

Startled by the sound in front, Shen Jiaojiao quickly opened her eyes, met the man's gaze, and withdrew her right hand that was clutching her clothes with a "whoosh".

The man wanted to ask something, but Shen Jiaojiao said directly, "What, what fruit drink?", and hurriedly looked past him to the empty table.

The man glanced at his clothes, which were slightly wrinkled by her grip, but he still took the drink and handed it to Shen Jiaojiao with a straw. Shen Jiaojiao thanked him, took a quick sip, and quickly handed it back. "Hmm, sour and sweet, delicious!"

Shen Jiaojiao always takes a mouthful of cold drinks and puts them down immediately, whether it's milk tea or fruit drinks. She usually waits for a while before taking the next sip. Even if she occasionally craves something cool and wants to gulp down several mouthfuls in a row, the man will come and get it for her, urging her to stop in between.

The fruit drink was in the man's hand. He thought she wanted to take a second sip, so he waited patiently. Shen Jiaojiao took a look, leaned back, and reminded her, "I don't want to drink it anymore. You, you put it back."

"···Yeah," the man put the drink back.

There was silence in the car... No one mentioned what had just happened in the past few seconds.

A few minutes later, Shen Jiaojiao silently raised her eyes again, looked to the side through the rearview mirror inside the car, and stared at the man for several seconds... and when the man's gaze came over, she quickly looked away.

Her face was still very red... and she felt a little nervous. She quickly looked out the window. There were trees and pedestrians, all moving backwards... She didn't understand why her face felt itchy, so she just raised her hand and rubbed it randomly.

What catches your eyes?

Doesn't my uncle look exactly the same as in the photo?

There are so many photos of him in my phone, and I have seen quite a few of them these days... Why do I still want to see him?

Shen Jiaojiao stared out the window intently, and secretly told herself, "Stop looking at my uncle!"