Don't fall in love with the professor

Zhong Kexing found Jiang Xiaocheng asleep while waiting for the red light. At that time, the two were chatting nonchalantly. When talking about the movies that were released recently, Jiang Xiaocheng mentioned a few names.

Zhong Kexing asked, "Want to see it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng shook his head and murmured: "They are all suspense films, do you want to watch them?"

Lean your head between the back of the seat and the car window and say, "I like something a little more relaxed and warm."

"for example?"

"For example..." Jiang Xiaocheng thought for a long time before giving an example.

"For example, "Scent of a Woman."

In the front is the most prosperous neighborhood in Hangning City. The giant electronic screen in the shopping plaza is showing cosmetic advertisements, and the lights are sprinkled on the staggered cars.

""Scent of a Woman"? It's a very old movie." Zhong Kexing recalled while turning the steering wheel.

"Have you seen?"

"Saw it a long time ago, probably in high school?"

"High school? Did you still watch movies in high school?"

"Why don't you watch movies in high school?"

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed for a long time, "I just think that you should have been studying in high school."

"It is true that a lot of time is spent on study, and I am a study committee member."

Jiang Xiaocheng tilted his head and looked at Zhong Kexing, as if he had heard something interesting.

"Does that mean a lot of people ask you questions?"

"There were very few in the first year of high school, but there were more in the second and third year of high school. At the beginning, everyone was not familiar with it. They thought I was more..."

"Compared to what?"

Zhong Kexing didn't seem to know which word to put at the end of the sentence. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Not easy to mess with?"

Jiang Xiaocheng laughed out loud. He remembered that when he first met Zhong Kexing on the high-speed rail, he had the same evaluation of him in his heart.

But after getting along, I found that this is not the case. Zhong Kexing has a sense of responsibility, a sense of justice, warmth and rationality.

"What about table tennis? When did you learn table tennis?"

"I didn't go to school on purpose. When I was a child, the winter and summer vacations were early. My mother taught at the dance academy. She didn't have time to take care of my brother and me, so she took us to school, sometimes in the office, sometimes in the library or gymnasium. We In the gymnasium, I met a retired teacher who was in his 70s and was still in good health. He was a national athlete before, and he taught us table tennis and badminton, and he also took us swimming in summer.”

"Is your brother in college? What's his name?"

"I'm a junior this year, and my name is Zhong Keyan."

Keeping the word, keeping the action, Jiang Xiaocheng changed into a comfortable posture, thinking, what a good name.

Eyelids gradually become heavy.

When Zhong Kexing drove the car downstairs in the community, Jiang Xiaocheng was already in a deep sleep, and the street lamps cast orange soft light, shining on his peaceful face through the car window.

Jiang Xiaocheng's facial features are exquisite and beautiful, especially the delicate eyebrows and small nose, which are all inherited from his mother.

Those eyes also seemed to be able to speak, and when they looked at you quietly, there was a heart-pounding gentle light flowing.

Zhong Kexing looked at it for a while, then raised his arm, trying to brush his bangs off his forehead.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaocheng opened his eyes.

The timing of his waking up was ingenious. If it had been earlier, Zhong Kexing would never have made such an intimate gesture. If it had been later, Zhong Kexing would have brushed aside that strand of hair and retracted his arm.

It happened at this time——Zhong Kexing's fingers had just touched Jiang Xiaocheng's forehead.

It was very quiet in the car, so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.

Zhong Kexing put down his hand and looked at Jiang Xiaocheng. His eyes were deep and focused, like an invisible net, which gently sprinkled down, locking Jiang Xiaocheng's struggling nerves.

"Xiaocheng, can we date?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's face suddenly burned up, and his whole body was hot. He lowered his eyes and staggered Zhong Kexing's gaze, embarrassed to face this question directly.

Say softly: "Otherwise, what are we doing now."

Zhong Kexing said: "Yes, but I think this matter should be clearly stated."

Holding up Jiang Xiaocheng's face, he said sincerely: "Xiaocheng, I like you, can we date?"

Jiang Xiaocheng had nowhere to hide from his pressing questions, so he could only nod his head indiscriminately, and let out a hum.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't receive a response, so I couldn't help but raised my head.

A large shadow cast down, Zhong Kexing's unique aura slowly approached, and his scorching gaze passed over his forehead, his eyebrows, and his eyes in sequence.

Jiang Xiaocheng clenched his fingers and closed his eyes nervously, so he didn't notice Zhong Kexing's reddened ear tips.

There is a soft touch like cotton candy on the lips.

There is never a lack of delicate people in life, and soon, some colleagues discovered Jiang Xiaocheng's unusualness.

Regardless of the sweet smile that was often on the lips at that time, or the frequent glances at the mobile phone screen, it is enough to pack up things and leave in a hurry when it is time to get off work, which is enough to attract attention.

Holding tea, Qin Meng paced leisurely in the aisles, walked past Jiang Xiaocheng's station, then backed away, leaned half of her body on the fender, put her head close, and said softly, "The model worker is leaving early again. "

Jiang Xiaocheng said with a guilty conscience: "Why leave early?"

Qin Meng groaned and shook the mouse, but the screen went black and there was no response.

"I didn't want to leave early, why did I turn off the computer?"

Jiang Xiaocheng faltered for a long time before saying: "If you don't use the computer, just turn it off first."

I caught a glimpse of a stack of design drafts on the table, picked them up, and stood on the table for a while, "It's not that all work uses computers, these materials need to be sorted out."

Qin Meng winked and said, "I'm not Clara, why did you explain it to me so carefully?"

Only then did Jiang Xiaocheng realize that he was being tricked, and he opened the design draft silently, reading every word.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Qin Meng felt very bored, but he refused to give up this hard-won opportunity to tease him.

"Are you in love? Look at this white and tender skin, which looks nourished by love."

Jiang Xiaocheng has always been reluctant to reveal his private affairs to others. He knew that Qin Meng's temper was getting more and more heated, so he had to change the subject and say, "Didn't Xiao Zheng come to pick you up today?"

Qin Meng waved his hand, with disgust on his face, "Don't mention him, we had a fight, I'll let him face the wall and think about it."

"Arguing? What's wrong?"

"When couples quarrel, they are all trivial matters."

Before Zhong Kexing, Jiang Xiaocheng had never been in a relationship, so he didn't have much experience in this field. Hearing Qin Meng's words, he was puzzled.

"Since it's such a trivial matter, why do we have to quarrel, let's talk about it, wouldn't it be fine?"

Qin Meng patted Jiang Xiaocheng's shoulder, looking like a big brother.

"Between lovers, small quarrels are pleasant, but big quarrels hurt the body. Quarrels are the flavoring agent to promote the escalation of the relationship... Sigh, you don't understand if I say it."

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't understand, in his past life, he had never blushed with anyone or said anything hurtful.

Thinking about Zhong Kexing's character again... If one day... how could the two of them quarrel?It's not appropriate to put it on them if it's a small noise.

What a wild idea.

When Jiang Xiaocheng came out of the company's gate, he saw Zhong Kexing standing on the side of the road watching from a distance, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and he went around his back deliberately, and patted his shoulder with his hand.

Zhong Kexing turned his head, two dimples appeared on his face, "You are here."

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed.

Zhong Kexing said again: "You have been off work very early recently."

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed again.

The two of them just stood quietly facing each other under the tree, as if they had been filled with sweet ecstasy soup.

The gentle wind blows the sycamore leaves, and the medicinal properties of the ecstasy soup are probably blown away. Zhong Kexing seemed to wake up suddenly, and said: "There is a tea restaurant nearby. I heard it is not bad. I will take you go."

If it was Zhong Kexing's treat, they would eat outside, and when it was Jiang Xiaocheng's turn, they would go home. This was their tacit agreement.

In this way, different flavors can be tasted and each has its own fun.

Jiang Xiaocheng nodded, and was very happy to support, "Okay."

After entering the tea restaurant, the two sat facing each other at the table by the floor-to-ceiling window. The exquisite curtains were tied with tassel ties and hung on both sides. Outside the window was the bright night.

While eating snacks, they talked about interesting stories of the day.

Zhong Kexing took a sip of the soup, seemed to remember something, put down the porcelain spoon, and said, "I'm going on a business trip this weekend, so I can't watch movies."

Recently, a new film was about to be released. The two of them had made an appointment to go to the theater together, and they had been looking forward to it for a long time. Hearing what he said, Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

But thinking that work is still important, he said, "It's okay, we'll watch it together when you come back."

Zhong Kexing said: "Don't wait any longer, this business trip is a bit long."

Jiang Xiaocheng said: "It doesn't matter if it takes longer, it won't be released for a while."

Can't help but ask: "How long?"

Zhong Kexing said it might take seven days.

During this time, the two cannot see each other.

"It's been a while." Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his eyes, fiddled with the celery in the bowl, and suddenly lost his appetite.

This is a difficult situation for Zhong Kexing to deal with - he is the worst at comforting people.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaocheng remembered another thing.

"Then you have been out for so long, what should you do if you look for it?"

"I was just about to tell you that it was sent to a pet store for foster care before, but this time it took a long time, so I am not at ease."

When Zhong Kexing said this, he paused for a while, looked into Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes, and asked, "So, can I ask you to take care of it?"

At the end, he added, "If it is convenient."

Even if a friend who has met a few times has difficulties, Jiang Xiaocheng will do what he can to help him, let alone Zhong Ke.

"Of course it's okay, it's just... I haven't raised a dog before, I won't... ah! I have to go to work during the day, and it will stay by itself, will it be lonely?"

"I usually go to work, and it is also at home by itself."

"That's right." Jiang Xiaocheng laughed secretly, feeling dizzy.

Zhong Kexing knew that he was concerned, but he was confused, and said: "I am on a plane on Saturday afternoon, and I will send the search to you before departure. As for dog food and toys, I will also bring some there."

"Well, good." Jiang Xiaocheng nodded repeatedly.

Looking cute, with a good personality, Jiang Xiaocheng liked it very much, and he readily accepted Zhong Kexing's arrangement.