I've always been one step slower than others since I was a child, as if time has become extraordinarily slow for me. When I quietly wrote a confession letter to my adoptive brother, I even spent three years on the Internet to complete the first draft. Until one day, he finally lost patience with me, pushed me against the wall, and asked me, "When will you finish writing?" ”
I panicked and blushed and denied: "No......."I didn't write it. ”
He sneered, locked my waist with one hand, and his eyes were deep and sharp: "I can't finish writing, don't sleep tonight." ”
I've been a slow kid since I was a kid, and I'm half a beat slower than others in everything I do. When my mother and stepfather were in a car accident, I didn't shed a single tear and couldn't hold back my tears until I got home in the evening. At that time, my half-brother Jiang Zhengchu had already taken over the family business, and since he was not at home when I cried, he ruthlessly called me a little white-eyed wolf.
However, I have a secret, and that is that I like him. In order to express my feelings, I secretly practiced writing confession letters on the Internet, and it has been ** for three years now. The first draft is not yet ready. When night falls, I crouch in front of my computer and think about what to do next.
One night at ten o'clock, I was staring at the computer screen in a daze, and the cursor was stuck in "You just wronged it, planted in my hands......The phrase flickered. In the comment area, netizens left messages one after another, some ridiculed me for not finishing the draft for three years, and some thanked me for using my love words to confess successfully. However, what I care about most is his reaction.
At eleven o'clock, I finally revised the confession letter and added ten new words. His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them, and the old fan "Roasted by Fire" appeared on time, and he asked me, "Just one line tonight?" There was dissatisfaction in his tone.
My name is Jiang Mianmian, and my nickname is Mianmian. He followed me three years ago, probably trying to copy something from me to chase his girlfriend. I rubbed my head and went out to the bathroom. There was a light in the living room, and Jiang Zhengchu sat on the sofa reading documents. He stilted Erlang's legs, a pair of slender legs curled up casually under the coffee table. The faint light hit his grim side face, half-light and half-dark, and the frames of his glasses reflected a faint glow.
He didn't even sleep for the first time?! I heard movement, and he quietly raised his eyes to look at me, his eyes deep. I froze suddenly, like a rabbit being targeted by a wolf, and a chill hit my back.
Mianmian, what are you doing here? Jiang Zhengchu's voice was hoarse and magnetic, as if it had a demagogic power.
I ......To ......Toilet. I stammered back.
He waited patiently for me to finish: "...on ......Lavatory. Then he hooked the corners of his lips: "Go ahead." ”
As I shuffled past him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the rabbit ears on my pajama hat and pulled me back to the couch: "The button is open." ”
I threw myself down on the sofa, and Jiang Zhengchu lowered his head and approached me. His handsome face was getting closer and closer to me, and my heart was pounding. The aroma of cold pine wood made me a little confused.
Obviously, the button of his shirt was tied to the top one, but when the Adam's apple rolled, he could see the gap between the shirts being propped up. I blushed and felt his approach: "Remember to button up my clothes at home in the future." ”
Jiang Zhengchu reminded me lightly and buttoned the big bulging button for me. His fingers rubbed against my chin and made me shiver.
Blushing what? "He noticed something strange about me.
I held back for a long time before I squeezed out a sentence: "No—nothing." ”
All right. Jiang Zhengchu ignored my arguments and returned to work.
Looking at his busy back, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After thinking about it, I think netizens are right, wait until I finish writing the letter, maybe Jiang Zhengchu's children are born, then I will never have a chance.
So early the next morning, I stood in the entrance and blocked Jiang Zhengchu, who was about to go out. "You're going out? He asked amusedly, as he glanced over my well-groomed outfit.
Well. I nodded. "I want to go with you. ”
He raised an eyebrow: "Okay, then let's go together." ”
We went to the golf course together. I can't fight, so I can only sit in the back and hand water to Jiang Zhengchu. Suddenly, there was a fragrant breeze around him, and a woman in a dark V black dress walked over. Her long hair hung behind her ears, a silver pearl hairpin pinned, and her eyes were arrogant.
You're Mianmian, aren't you? I'm your brother's secretary, Xiao Mingyou. When we first met, we got to know each other and got acquainted with each other. She introduced herself.
I frowned and didn't like the way she spoke. It's so fast I can't keep up with her speech. Before digesting her self-introduction, Xiao Mingyou began the next sentence: "What does your brother like?" Do you usually bring other women home? Does he wear a flat angle or a triangle? ”
I slowly brushed through her questions and tried to understand what she meant. "He loves horseback riding. I replied. "Didn't bring the woman home. "As for what kind of underwear he wears, I don't know at all!
Xiao Mingyou looked at me sentence by sentence, his eyes were weird, as if he was looking at a fool. But I wasn't born like this, but when I was a child, I was stimulated to speak slowly. Just when I was feeling embarrassed, Jiang Zhengchu scored a goal and turned around and walked towards me. Xiao Mingyou's third question was interrupted by him before he could ask: "Mianmian, we should go home." ”