C294 Paradoxical Complex

The capitalist left.

Ann Qianxi, who didn't know what to do, and Ann Dong'er, who was completely dumbfounded, were left on the table.

"Mom, dad seems to be angry again …" Dong'er held his chin, slowly turned his head back, and said slowly, "Mom, is Daddy angry with me?"

"Of course not," Ann Qianxi rubbed Dong'er's head, "Dad's favorite person is Dong'er."

"Really?"

"Really."

After dinner, Ann Qianxi took the child upstairs and coaxed him to bed, then went to change clothes.

"Miss Ann, where are you going?" Xiang Xiu pushed the vacuum cleaner and raised her head to look at Ann Qianxi, who was walking down the stairs.

"To work."

Xiang Xiu hesitated for a moment, implying, "Do I need to work with Director Chi?" However, taking into account the relationship between Ann Qianxi and Chi Shaojun, she didn't speak the truth.

Of course she had to go to work. What kind of person was Ann Qianxi, she couldn't get away with minor injuries. Back in the nightclub, she had joked about how she would only come if she got cancer and had a sick leave. She didn't expect that to make the company work properly, Ann Qianxi didn't plan to give up.

After the morning meeting, Ann Qianxi sat in a daze on the chair. She unconsciously turned the pen in her hand. This small action gave her a fright.

This was because Chiang Lee had taught her how to change the brush, how to move from the left hand to the right hand, and how to move from the right to the left hand.

As she turned and walked around, Ann Qianxi suddenly thought of that person in a daze.

Summer was almost over, cicadas chirped like frogs, it was always easy to let one's imagination run wild, how did the thought of first love come to mind? Could it be that his life was about to come to an end and he was reminiscing about the past?

This kind of blankness and absent-mindedness lasted all the way until noon. During the meal, Chen Yu sat opposite her with the lunchbox in her hand. Her chopsticks tapped the plate, "Hey, why are you daydreaming?"

"I remember my first love."

"You want to have a husband and your first love? Ann Qianxi, you're such a playboy." Chen Yu blinked and made a strange expression at Ann Qianxi. "Where are you?" You miss me that much? Sea Horn? Tian Ya?

"Next door company!"

"F * ck!" Chen Yu almost vomited a mouthful of white rice, his image turning to the side. "Since the starting price isn't there, hurry up and find him. You're really going to wear makeup all the time!"

Ann Qianxi would not look for Chiang Lee.

It had long been the past between them.

Even if Ann Qianxi were beaten to death, she wouldn't look for him.

… ….

Chiang Lee and Ann Qianxi had known each other since a young age. The two of them were in the same class in junior high school and senior high school. They separated only when they arrived at university.

At that time, it was a love affair between a bookworm and a bookworm. Of course, it was not as poetic as the novel, but instead a bit comical.

It was a supermarket for the weekend and was packed full of people. The grandpas and grandpas were holding their vegetable baskets as they crowded around the special offer area. The sales agent was shouting at the top of his lungs to maintain order.

Nor would anyone notice the busy little mole behind them — she stood lightly on her toes, leaning forward, fiddling with something in front of the snack bar.

With its small white claws, it randomly picked up a bag of candy, looked around, tore it open and grabbed a handful, stuffing the small candy into the backpack in front of it.

The Little Mole was unhurried, his movements adept and smooth. It seemed that this was not the first time he had committed a crime.

In less than half a minute, she had already put three bags of candy into her backpack.

Just as he was about to close the zipper, a big hand suddenly reached over.

It's over! Discovered!

Ann Qianxi stopped, one of her "claws" still stuck in her backpack. She turned her head and saw a man with eyes as black as ink facing her.

This was a very good-looking man. He was the type of man in European classical novels who always had a white horse at his side and always had a dignified appearance.

He was standing very tall, and when Ann Qianxi stood up straight, she was barely able to reach his chest. Most of the light was blocked by him.

"What are you doing?" The man frowned slightly as he looked at Ann Qianxi with a serious expression.

She was a little apprehensive in her heart, but pretended not to change her expression, curled her lips, and said, "Little big brother, don't you see? "Stealing."

Little big brother?

For Chiang Lee, who had just stepped into the 'advanced age' of 30 years old, the term 'little brother' had stimulated his sensitive nerves.

The frown deepened, and there was ice in his voice as he said, "Bring it here."

"What bad luck," Ann Qianxi whispered as she handed the man the torn candy. She then took out her small hand, pulled her backpack shut and turned to leave, "Lucky bastard …"

"Stop," the man called after her. Chiang Lee glanced at her backpack.

Ann Qianxibo rolled her eyes. Her eyes were filled with fog and she pulled on his sleeve, begging pitifully, "Little brother, please, please let me go. I promise I won't do it again. Can I give it back?"

She handed him the bag.

Chiang Lee took the bag and looked down at her carefully: she was wearing a pair of yellow white sneakers, a blue and white sailor suit, and a green cat hair band on her head, like colored ice cream with a lid.

She was petite and beautiful. There were traces of baby fat on her fair face. Her large eyes, in particular, were moist.

He was stunned. "Come with me." Calming herself down, he took her hand and looked in the direction of the cashier's desk.

"Little big brother, you want to report me?" Ann Qianxi pursed her lips as her expression turned uglier and uglier. "I didn't expect to feel any sympathy for you, little brother. I was like this because I had no money and was starving. It's not on purpose!"

Chiang Lee stopped and turned back to look at her. He sneered, "Eating the sugar? Hungry?"

"I am willing! "You're in charge!"

While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the cashier counter. Chiang Lee opened his bag and shook the sugar from it onto the counter. The old woman and the young lady at the cashier counter were both stunned. "Sir, what is this …?"

Chiang Lee smiled apologetically: "Sorry, my cousin is a bit naughty. She even opened the packaging, how much is it? I bought these at double the price. "

On a summer night, there was a kind of breathtaking silence on the tree-lined road. The street lamps dragged the two shadows on the ground into a long and short span. After leaving the supermarket, the two of them walked in silence for a while.

Ann Qianxi followed behind Chiang Lee. He suddenly stopped and turned around, "This is for you. Don't steal anything from now on."

Ann Qianxi stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing, stepping in front of him, "Little big brother, why are you helping me? Is it because I'm cute? "Then how can I repay you?"

"Promise me your life, okay?" Her still childish face was pressed up against his chest, and the faint scent of milk lingered in the surroundings.

"Alright, it's very late. Little girl, you should go home early." Chiang Lee's tone became serious, but his face became slightly red as he turned around and walked into the dark night.

A gust of wind blew past, and the man's coat bulged up. Ann Qianxi looked at his back, her heart was like a lake that was being pained by the wind, she shouted, "Little big brother — — let me chase after you — — think it over carefully!"

Who would have thought that Ann Qianxi would be so thick-skinned at that time? But her family was poor and she was very naughty when she was young, so she couldn't be blamed.