The man opposite slowly raised his head. He was not full of white hair as Liang Xiaodong exaggerated. He only had slightly white temples and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked exceptionally elegant and gentle, like a noble man.
of great scholars.
He was not cold and heartless as she imagined. He was smiling and seemed amiable.
There is a vague sense of grandeur in his movements.
Qiao Xiaomai smiled and called out: "Brother..."
The man takes off his glasses.
Qiao Xiaomai's words were suddenly choked in her throat, and she took a hasty step back. Her eyes widened in disbelief - all the blood in her body froze with a whoosh...
This face! This face!
This grimace.
She also recognized it when it turned into ashes.
Although his temples are slightly white, although his smile is gentle, although the corners of his brows and eyes are no longer ferocious... But, it's still him, it's him!
Even if the devil wears colorful clothes, he is still a devil.
How could he be here? How could he appear in this place? Even if she could think of ten thousand scenes in which he appeared, this scene would never happen.
At this moment, she just wanted to rush over, grab him by the neck, and ask why he appeared here!
Why!!!
However, her mouth was dry and her throat felt like smoke.
She was speechless and was shaken by a powerful fear.
destiny!
What a terrible fate.
When she saw him, it was like a dream.
Her body was almost shaky, but she held on to the chair to keep from falling.
The man opposite also saw her face clearly, and his expression changed drastically in an instant. However, this sudden change was immediately concealed by him. His body only trembled slightly, and he stood up involuntarily, and his hands unconsciously rested on the table.
It seems like it will fall down at any time...
He closed his eyes and grabbed his glasses hastily, but when his hands shook, the glasses fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up. Somehow, he was so busy that he almost tore off the tablecloth on the table...
The air around him was almost solid.
It was Liang Xiaodong who was quick-sighted and held the tablecloth steady: "Brother, what's wrong?"
The glasses were clearly right in front of him, but he didn't see them until several times. He quickly grabbed them and sat down again, only leaning forward.
Liang Xiaodong first helped Xiaomai pull the chair, and then helped stabilize the tablecloth. He didn't notice the expressions of the two of them at all. But when he saw his elder brother sitting down in a hurry, he immediately smiled and relaxed the atmosphere: "Haha, brother, why are you more nervous than Xiaomai?
?”
"..."
He didn't get a positive answer, but he still smiled: "Brother...this is Xiaomai...look, isn't she pretty?...Hey, brother, why do you look so ugly? I have made an agreement, brother, let's
If you don’t bring something like this... Before Xiaomai came, I was always worried that you would be serious and old-fashioned, and I was uneasy along the way... Brother, don’t act like a late wife..."
Qiao Xiaomai's face was pale.
The man opposite her face was paler than hers. With only his hands, he tightly grasped the chopsticks on the dining table and put them down again.
"Brother..."
A strange smile finally appeared on his face: "Oh..."
Liang Xiaodong finally got the approval. He already knew his eldest brother's temper and didn't take it seriously. "Ha, Xiaomai, don't mind. In my eldest brother's eyes, even if a god suddenly comes to him, he will still look like this..."
"..."
Qiao Xiaomai sat down as soon as his legs softened, putting his hands under the table and twisting the tablecloth tightly.