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Chapter 27
It was eerily quiet in the car.
It seems that you can hear the sound of driving by outside the window.
Zhou Ye hooked Wen Sui's chin, forcing Wen Sui to look at him: "Little girl, do you like the red dress you tried on today, or because others like it?"
He looked at it slowly.
As if she had real substance, her eyes fell on Wen Sui's body, making her tremble with guilt and nervousness.
Wen Sui lowered his eyelids to avoid staring at the man.
She opened her mouth, instinctively denying it.
But it wasn't too late to make a sound.
Then he heard the man humming and laughing: "Don't fool me when you eat."
He lowered his voice, and in a lazy tone, exhaled, with a half-smile, he bit the words lightly: "Uncle knows everything."
The man looks tired and lazy, his slender phoenix eyes are slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips are raised leisurely, like a demon who is trying to seduce people.
But at this moment, Wen Sui is not in the mood to appreciate it.
Her whole back was tense, even trembling.
"knows everything"
The word echoed over and over in my mind.
She blinked her eyes, and soon remembered Zhou Ye's question just now.
The eyelashes blinked rapidly.
ββSo, Zhou Ye found out,
Does she like him?
"..."
The girl who was desperately hiding was smashed by the person involved.
Wen Sui was panicked and ashamed, and she who was always able to disguise her emotions well showed a flustered expression rarely.
The heart seemed to jump into the mouth of the throat.
She whimpered uncontrollably, her eyes filled with tears of fear, hiccupped, and spoke intermittently: "It's not... I..."
Zhou Ye didn't expect that Wen Sui's reaction would be so great.
Seeing the teardrops falling straight down her cheeks, she paused for a moment, and hastily pulled out a few tissues.
The long arm passes through the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat.
Zhou Ye stretched out his big hand.
Press Wen Sui's lower jaw, exert force, and lift it up.
The action of wiping away the tears was very gentle.
He frowned, and his voice was still in a nonchalant manner, comforting and coaxing her: "Why are you crying? Let people see me and think I'm engaged in trafficking."
Wen Sui couldn't stop crying, just kept shaking his head, moaning, unable to hear what he was saying.
Zhou Ye paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Damn it."
"At first I wanted to be an elder, but before I even spoke, you shed tears for me."
With a little force, he wiped away the last teardrop on Wen Sui's face: "So delicate? Huh?"
He said slowly, "I'm not Aunt Shu."
"I know, at Chichi's age, it's normal to have a little boy he likes."
"..."
Wen Sui, who was halfway through crying, blinked.
Ok?
Why doesn't this feel right?
She blinked again, and the tears didn't stop.
Slowly looking at the man.
Zhou Ye watched Wen Sui.
At some point, a gap appeared in the thick clouds, and the sunlight escaped through the gap and shot in through the car window.
The pitch-black pupils passed straight through the beam of light, meeting Wen Sui's.
"I just want to tell you," Zhou Ye raised his hand and patted Wen Sui's hair, his tone was slow and heavy,
"Our Chichi is the best little girl in the world,"
"No need, change for whom."
"..."
Wen Sui was stunned.
The sun shone on Zhou Ye's short hair, like a hazy and unreal halo.
Her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.
After a while, she looked at Zhou Ye who was twisting the candy box with his head down.
After realizing something was wrong, she pursed her lips and asked slowly, "No, no?"
Zhou Ye picked out a strawberry-flavored candy, peeled off the pink candy wrapper, and handed it to Wensui's mouth.
Wen Sui raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and swallowed.
But he didn't dare to move.
She felt that there seemed to be something wrong, but she didn't dare to confirm it, so she continued to look at Zhou Ye nervously, like a person waiting for a trial.
Zhou Ye said lazily, "Huh?" "What? Do you really want me to scold you? Or do you really want me to kidnap and sell you?"
"..."
Wen Sui ignored the man's jokes.
She looked and looked carefully, and saw that the man looked ignorant, so she was a little relieved.
But there was hesitation.
So she simply asked carefully: "You know... I have someone I like?"
Zhou Ye raised his eyebrows and reminded her: "Forgot that post-it note?"
Wen Sui's first thought was the one with Zhou Ye's phone number printed on it.But soon, she remembered that it was another one.
ββWhen she made up lessons for Zhou Chengcheng, she accidentally wrote "Wen Sui likes Zhou Ye."
But Zhou Ye only saw the first four characters.
She pursed her lips.
It was strange that for a moment, she was a little bit lost in the man's ignorance.
"..."
Wen Sui bit the candy lightly: "So, you really don't know who the boy I like is?"
Hearing this, Zhou Ye raised his eyebrows lightly, and leaned forward slightly with interest: "Are you going to share her little secret with Uncle?"
Wen Sui stopped for a while and didn't say a word.
After all, this is the little girl's private affair, and she looked so frightened that she was about to cry just now.
Although Zhou Ye said that, it was just a joke, and he didn't take it seriously.
He turned sideways, picked up the shopping bag, and was about to hand it to Wen Sui.
The moment he picked up the shopping bag, a girl's slow voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Okay."
Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment, then turned around: "Huh?"
Wen Sui tilted his head.
The round and dark eyes stared straight at Zhou Ye, they were abnormally bright, don't know if it was because of the sunlight or something else.
Maybe it was because of the misunderstanding that made her frightened just now, maybe it was because of the suppressed emotions for so many days.
Let Wensui urgently need a vent.
Her eyes flicked across the eyebrows and eyes of the man opposite, her voice was soft and slow, as if she was praying devoutly: "The boy I like is very, very good."
"He's tall and good-looking. He's the prettiest person I've ever seen. So when I saw him for the first time, I couldn't help being a little bit moved," Wen Sui curled his lips, butSoon he lowered his eyelids again, "So, there are also many female classmates who like him, and every time I see him, I feel a little unhappy."
"His grades are very good, and he is also very good at sports, especially sprinting, but he is fast, and few people can surpass him."
"His personality is very annoying, a little messy, and very unruly, so although he has good grades, the teachers don't like him very much, but he is very popular and has many friends. And he was actually a bad guy on the surface before.Too serious, actually very considerate and careful, very gentle and very responsible, very kind to me..."
Wen Sui spoke intermittently.
The words are half true and false.
Every word looks like it's not him, but in fact, every word is inseparable from him.
She spoke more and more slowly, and in the end, her emotions seemed to be out of control.She wiped away the tears on her face messily, her voice choked up hoarsely: "He's really good everywhere."
"I really... really like him."
The appearance of the man in front of him has been blurred by tears into a phantom, but Wen Sui's eyes did not move away.
As if in a daze, she murmured and repeated: "I really like him."
"But why, he has someone he likes."
"It's still a person who doesn't look like me at all."
"..."
It was as if a valve was suddenly opened, and the mountain torrent that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly roared and poured like a beast.
After Wen Sui finished speaking, he covered his face and cried bitterly.
Not long after, the head was suddenly pressed down, and immediately after, it was buried in a large, warm, and very safe place, and the fresh mint fragrance, mixed with the smell of male hormones, came from the nostrils.
There was a soft slap on the back.
Zhou Ye stretched out his long arms, and took Wen Sui into his arms comfortingly.
He listened quietly to Wen Sui's chaotic muttering from beginning to end, letting Wen Sui's tears wet his clothes.
He didn't make a sound until he felt the crying of the little girl in his arms slow down. His voice was so soft that it was a bit cold: "Really?"
He lowered his eyes and said word by word: "But I think,"
"Our family eats everywhere."
Wen Sui was stunned for a moment, she raised her eyes to look at Zhou Ye, as if angry and venting, she asked, "Then why doesn't he like me?"
Zhou Ye took out a tissue and wiped away Wen Sui's tears: "That means that that man is not good at everything."
Wen Sui didn't understand: "What?"
Zhou Ye said slowly: "For example, the vision is not very good."
"..."
Wen Sui looked at Zhou Ye for two seconds, thought of something, and suddenly couldn't help laughing through tears.
"Don't laugh." Zhou Ye patted Wen Sui's head, "Little girl, I'm serious."
"It's not that he doesn't like you,"
"It's because he doesn't deserve your liking."
Zhou Ye continued: "And even the girl Zhou Chengcheng knows that no matter how much she likes her, if anyone makes her unhappy, she will have to get out of the way."
"What's more, what about us eating?"
"Our family Chichi is a little girl who has been spoiled since she was a child, and she is a little girl who is good at everything, so no one deserves to make her feel inferior and let her change herself..."
Zhou Ye stretched out his fingers, and his slightly rough fingertips slid across Wen Sui's delicate cheeks. There were traces of wetness on the fingertips: "Let her cry."
Wen Sui pursed his lips, stared at the crystal on the man's fingertips, paused for two seconds, and slowly puffed up his mouth: "Then, what if someone insists on making me cry?"
Zhou Ye looked at her for two seconds, and his tone returned to a lazy look: "Is that so..."
He wiped away the girl's tears on his fingers with a tissue, and said foolishly:
"Then tell me, uncle will beat him up for you, okay?"
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