Xi Xiangdong leaned against the door and was stunned for a moment. He didn't avoid her kiss, but he didn't show much enthusiasm.
He frowned and said, "Girl."
Pei Xiao saw that his expression was not right, so she consciously loosened her hand around his neck and blinked at him. At her age, she was somewhat girlish and felt that being in love meant thinking about the other person all the time.
, I can’t see that I have to call at least once a day, and I want to send text messages to report my whereabouts all the time, but I ignore that men like Xi Xiangdong are roaming the mall. What kind of woman has not experienced it, how can she do this?
He asked back: "I'm not your boyfriend, why are you calling me?"
After saying that, he saw her lowering her eyes in disappointment and hugged her again: "If you have anything to do, call your agent first."
"Oh." She lowered her head and followed him downstairs in silence.
She was so overwhelmed by the sweetness that she thought they were really in love. Xi Xiangdong had already made it clear to her that he would only work on AI, not on relationships. Besides, she was no longer a child, and she was in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry.
, can you still expect to have a pure love where you hold hands and hook your fingers?
He is her man, but not her boyfriend. It's just that she failed to distinguish clearly, and it's just a mediocrity.
But today Xi Xiangdong is extraordinarily serious. Normally, even if she is coaxed, she would not make such clear choices.
She was sitting in the car, still a little awkward, staring blankly at the front window of the car. In the early morning, there were only old people getting up for morning exercises in the community. His Spyker was a bit eye-catching, so even if the old people didn't recognize the name of the car, they all stopped.
Staring at it, as if looking at a visitor from outer space.
He didn't say anything else on the way. He knew Pei Xiao was a little short-tempered, but he didn't even say a word to comfort her.
In the end, he took her to the airport very patiently. It took an hour and a half to drive back and forth from the airport to the city.
Pei Xiao wanted to say thank you, but he couldn't open his mouth.
It wasn't until he helped her take out her suitcase from the trunk when she got off the bus that he asked: "Have you got your ID card and ticket? Did you forget anything?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a pair of parents next to me sending their children to school out of town, asking the same question.
She couldn't help but burst into laughter, and finally showed her first smile along the way.
"You are just like my dad." She couldn't bear to let him go after all, she was so attached that she pressed her face against his chest and whispered.
"Do you remember what your dad is like?"
"I don't remember." She shook her head, "But it seems like you are like this."
"I don't have a daughter as old as you." He rubbed her hair, and when he looked up, he saw Xi Wanlai standing in the waiting hall, holding her ticket and documents, looking at them from a distance.
He let go of Pei Xiao and handed her the luggage: "Go in, don't let the agent wait too long."
"Yeah." She nodded, still reluctant to leave.
He nudged her: "I'll go there next week and meet you at the film and television city then."
Pei Xiao then said: "You go first, I'll watch you get in the car."
Xi Xiangdong also felt that chatting with the little girl was a waste of time, so he said no more, turned around and got in the car.
The car door is closed.
There was almost no hesitation in that silhouette.
Pei Xiao stood there in shock until Xi Wanlai came over and patted her on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?"
"No." She shook her head, but her eyes lingered in the direction where his car left.
Talking too much about what you like always makes people tired. If he could understand her mood even a ten thousandth, she would be satisfied.