An Jingxing was about to call him, but before he could speak, he hesitated.
Under the light, his face was very pale, with thick black shadows on his eyelids, and he looked tired.
Looking at Tang Qianrong like this, An Jingxing couldn't help but think of all the things about him.
What kind of grudges does the man who kidnapped him have with him?
What kind of mother and son are he and Zhuo Wanshan?
He seemed like a man surrounded by many secrets. Sometimes she felt that he was close at hand, and sometimes she felt that he was far away.
Is it really good to get to know him better and better like this?
Is it really good for this kind of deal to continue?
All kinds of chaotic thoughts came to his mind, and An Jingxing couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but looking at the man's face, he couldn't help but feel fascinated.
They were right, he was a really good-looking man.
The skin that had just been bathed was still glowing with warmth. An Jingxing couldn't help but stretched out his small white hands and stroked the man's cheek. This man was so white that he couldn't even see his pores at such a close distance.
Not like a man.
However, just when An Jingxing's hand reached halfway and had not touched the man's cheek, suddenly, a pair of big hands stretched out and grabbed her hand.
The closed eyes in front of him suddenly opened. There seemed to be a ball of fire in the man's eyes, locked tightly on the little woman in front of him.
"Although I really want to keep pretending, it's a long night since we came here. If you don't let me take a shower, Auntie and the others will have to wait in a hurry."
The man's voice was filled with a hoarse smile, which made An Jingxing's heart skip a beat, and he suddenly wanted to take his hand back, with a stubborn expression on his face.
"I just saw a hair on your face, nothing else."
Unexpectedly, she explained for a long time, but her hand was tightly grabbed by the man. After struggling for a long time, the man let her go, picked up a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.
An Jingxing felt that the temperature on her face had not cooled down for a long time. When she came to her senses, she vaguely realized...the man had just held her hand, which was as cold as ice.
*
Tang Qianrong took a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom in fresh clothes in less than five minutes.
The clothes seemed to be several years old, and they were still popular sportswear in the past few years. An Jingxing had only seen Tang Qianrong wearing shirts and suits before. It was the first time he saw him wearing such casual clothes, and he couldn't help but feel secretly in his heart.
sigh.
The clothes rack really looks good no matter what you wear. Because of taking a shower, Tang Qianrong took off his glasses and his hair was a little messy. When he first walked out, his whole person seemed to be a little childish.
He looked like a teenage idol who had just walked out of college. An Jingxing looked fascinated.
Seeing her expression, Tang Qianrong's eyes moved slightly, and he walked straight to her, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, "Why don't you go downstairs quickly? Aren't you hungry?"
****
During dinner, the overseas Chinese couple were always in high spirits, as if they were their son and daughter-in-law, and kept bringing them food.
Tang Qianrong did not refuse. After the whole meal, he ate almost four bowls of rice. Just because the hostess said that boys should eat more at this time, he did not refuse the hostess's move to add rice to him.
In this meal, he ate more than he had eaten in one day in Los Angeles. Looking at it, An Jingxing almost wondered if there was something wrong with his cooking skills before he ate so little.
An Jingxing was about to call him, but before he could speak, he hesitated.
Under the light, his face was very pale, with thick black shadows on his eyelids, and he looked tired.
Looking at Tang Qianrong like this, An Jingxing couldn't help but think of all the things about him.
What kind of grudges does the man who kidnapped him have with him?
What kind of mother and son are he and Zhuo Wanshan?
He seemed like a man surrounded by many secrets. Sometimes she felt that he was close at hand, and sometimes she felt that he was far away.
Is it really good to get to know him better and better like this?
Is it really good for this kind of deal to continue?
All kinds of chaotic thoughts came to his mind, and An Jingxing couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but looking at the man's face, he couldn't help but feel fascinated.
They were right, he was a really good-looking man.
The skin that had just been bathed was still glowing with warmth. An Jingxing couldn't help but stretched out his small white hands and stroked the man's cheek. This man was so white that he couldn't even see his pores at such a close distance.
Not like a man.
However, just when An Jingxing's hand reached halfway and had not touched the man's cheek, suddenly, a pair of big hands stretched out and grabbed her hand.
The closed eyes in front of him suddenly opened. There seemed to be a ball of fire in the man's eyes, locked tightly on the little woman in front of him.
"Although I really want to keep pretending, it's a long night since we came here. If you don't let me take a shower, Auntie and the others will have to wait in a hurry."
The man's voice was filled with a hoarse smile, which made An Jingxing's heart skip a beat, and he suddenly wanted to take his hand back, with a stubborn expression on his face.
"I just saw a hair on your face, nothing else."
Unexpectedly, she explained for a long time, but her hand was tightly grabbed by the man. After struggling for a long time, the man let her go, picked up a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.
An Jingxing felt that the temperature on her face had not cooled down for a long time. When she came to her senses, she vaguely realized...the man had just held her hand, which was as cold as ice.
*
Tang Qianrong took a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom in fresh clothes in less than five minutes.
The clothes seemed to be several years old, and they were still popular sportswear in the past few years. An Jingxing had only seen Tang Qianrong wearing shirts and suits before. It was the first time he saw him wearing such casual clothes, and he couldn't help but feel secretly in his heart.
sigh.
The clothes rack really looks good no matter what you wear. Because of taking a shower, Tang Qianrong took off his glasses and his hair was a little messy. When he first walked out, his whole person seemed to be a little childish.
He looked like a teenage idol who had just walked out of college. An Jingxing looked fascinated.
Seeing her expression, Tang Qianrong's eyes moved slightly, and he walked straight to her, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, "Why don't you go downstairs quickly? Aren't you hungry?"
****
During dinner, the overseas Chinese couple were always in high spirits, as if they were their son and daughter-in-law, and kept bringing them food.
Tang Qianrong did not refuse. After the whole meal, he ate almost four bowls of rice. Just because the hostess said that boys should eat more at this time, he did not refuse the hostess's move to add rice to him.
In this meal, he ate more than he had eaten in one day in Los Angeles. Looking at it, An Jingxing almost wondered if there was something wrong with his cooking skills before he ate so little.
