Planetary revolution

Huo Jingshi directly ignored the inexplicable annoyance and unhappiness welling up in his heart, his phoenix eyes lifted slightly, his expression handsome and solemn, and he used a reminder tone to cover up the essence of the question: "Since you can't remember who sent it to you, don't worry. What is one important thing?"

"No, it's definitely not from someone important," Xia Xingxing replied quickly, and smiled disapprovingly.

He scratched the back of his head, blinked his eyes slowly, and there was a clear and transparent smile in his heart, which was very shallow.

He pursed his lips, and said in a soft tone: "Maybe he is still someone who hates me very much."

How else could he perfectly avoid his sniper orientation?

Huo Jingshi's heart skipped a beat, secretly surprised at his sensitivity at such a young age.

His face was calm and indifferent, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes focused on the falling red numbers, and he said softly: "I'm just afraid that you will regret it."

After all, he was the one who was looking for a watch upside down and crying heartbreakingly.

"No," Xia Xingxing smiled habitually, showing his playful little teeth, but the smile in his eyes seemed blurred, hazy, and unreal under the bright yellow and soft light of the elevator, and it faded to almost zero: "I don't know." regret."

He nodded slightly, and smiled politely: "But thank you for reminding Mr. Huo."

Courteous and courteous, watertight.

Huo Jingshi didn't want to talk to him.

After getting out of the elevator, Xia Xingxing dragged his suitcase and followed Huo Jingshi all the way.

The old woman with the vegetable basket tilted accidentally, and Xia Xingxing reached out to support her: "Grandma Li, be careful."

The old woman stood firm and took a look: "Oh, thank you Xing Xing, my body is too old to die, where are you going?"

Xia Xingxing grinned: "Go out and stay for a while."

Huo Jingshi stood by and waited, with a cold and strong aura, but no impatient look on his face.

Seeing the old woman leading the dog to rub against Xia Xingxing's trouser legs, her eyebrows raised meaningfully.

When Xia Xingxing was a child, he hated cats, cats and dogs the most. The lame cat that Huo Jingshi picked up on the side of the road was "accidentally" lost by him.

The reason is that Huo Jingshi spent more time with the cat than with him.

Huo Jingshi coldly watched Xia Xingxing send off the old lady with the appearance of a successor of socialism with four stresses and five beauties, and he sighed in his heart.

The former young master didn't even know how many people lived in the mansion.

Not to mention anything to maintain a friendly and harmonious neighborhood relationship.

Xia Xingxing looked at the man with scrutiny and doubts: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Jingshi was very calm, and he asked casually as he walked forward: "Do you like dogs?" Just now he rubbed the head of the Akita dog several times.

Xia Xingxing said, "It's okay."

Not really, he doesn't like dogs.

Before being adopted by Mr. Qu in the orphanage, Xia Xingxing was bitten by dogs from the older "senior" inside.

A mouthful was bitten off his leg, bloody and bloody, excruciating pain, but the scar is still there.

Xia Xingxing asked flatly, "Does Mr. Huo have a dog at home?"

Huo Jingshi took a deep look at him: "Do you wish to have it?"

"..." Why do you have to throw this kind of question around, let me ask you a rhetorical question.

"It's all right." Xia Xingxing rubbed his nose and replied with a smile.

I thought, if there is one, he would avoid it.

Huo Jingshi stared at him again, and after two seconds, he said, "I don't have one at home."

Xia Xingxing nodded, not sure if he was disappointed or relieved.

Huo Jingshi seemed to feel that this kind of non-salty conversation was a waste of time, so Huo Jingshi didn't speak again.

The two walked through landscaped forests, ponds and gardens, and pulled up behind a low-key SUV.

Huo Jingshi didn't bring the driver over, he opened the trunk of the car, trying to help Xia Xingxing lift the suitcase up.

The other party subconsciously moved back and sideways, barely avoiding his hand.

Huo Jingshi raised his eyes calmly.

Xia Xingxing came to his senses and opened his mouth a little apologetically. He didn't know what to say, so he smiled apologetically, his dimples sank with the smile, filled with a piece of sunlight that leaked from the shade of the trees: "No need for Mr. Huo, I can do it myself."

Based on this half-day observation, he can completely conclude that Huo Jingshi is definitely not a nosy person.

Maybe I was already reluctant to agree to take over, and it was just because of Mr. Qu's affection.

He himself is even more unwilling to cause trouble and make people feel disgusted.

Huo Jingshi's dark brows frowned at the other party's tense vigilance, and he wanted to part his lips when he saw Xia Xing's white and slender arms lift the suitcase up neatly, skillfully moving the not-so-light luggage Put it in the trunk of the car.

It seems to be repeated many times.

The position of the suitcase was a little crooked, and he leaned over to straighten the suitcase carefully, and then patted the dust on his hands.

There is a kind of tenacity and sharpness that does not match his thin and weak body.

The brisk and beautiful melody in the car slowly flows out, the blue sky and wisps of light clouds pass by the open skylight, and the early summer sun is scattered like pieces of gold.

Huo Jingshi turned the steering wheel and glanced at Xia Xingxing, who was on the co-pilot with a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye, wearing a seat belt.

The boy's limbs are slender and slender like a deer, and his skin is white and shiny in the sun, like a piece of warm Hetian jade. The slightly protruding cervical vertebrae and shoulder blades make him look thinner and bony, with a fresh youthful breath. Like a clean narcissus.

His black hair was fluffy and fluffy covering the top of his head, and his twinkling crescent eyes made him innocent and cute, harmless to humans and animals.

But in Huo Jingshi's eyes, Xia Xingxing was still too thin and his complexion was not good.

Such a face, against the backdrop of black hair, is even more white as snow, and looks weak, sick, and fragile. This is definitely not the physique that a normal high school student should have.

Remembering how effortlessly he lifted the trolley case with one hand just now, Huo Jingshi said in an unclear tone: "You are quite strong."

Xia Xingxing sat upright after getting in the car, and didn't take the initiative to speak. He tilted his head and turned around when he heard the sound, and chuckled: "Is it big? This is less than one-tenth of the weight of a truck tire."

Huo Jingshi accurately caught the point behind his joking tone, frowned, and said calmly: "You also know how heavy the truck tires are."

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