Chapter 17 It’s not like she was her own sister.

Facing the scorching gazes of four pairs of people in the car, Cheng Xiaoyue scratched her head in embarrassment and muttered in defense,

“Then you all touched me, so I can’t lose!”

Cheng Shu! He glared at her and said, "You're going to fight for everything, right?"

Fortunately, everyone was used to her out-of-the-box thinking, and no one took her words seriously, just treating her as a childish follower.

However, the words of the brother and sister made Jiang Jianchuan suddenly think of a past event for no reason.

When he was about 7 or 8 years old, two families met to play in the park.

The weather was hot that day, and the boys were naughty and couldn't sit still.

The two of them took the little kid and ran to catch butterflies to play with. Cheng Shu climbed onto the flower bed while the adults were not paying attention and accidentally slipped and fell.

Upon seeing this, the Cheng family's parents immediately ran over to pull the person out, but when they turned around, the little girl behind them jumped down with a plop, fearing that she had not been to the places where her brother had been.

Several adults were in a hurry, but in the end it was Cheng Xingye who couldn't laugh or cry and took the milk bun out of the flower bed, which made him cry loudly.

Jiang Jianchuan suddenly felt that it was amazing. Even though so many years had passed, Cheng Xiaoyue seemed to have remained unchanged. She was still the same little kid who refused to admit defeat.

....

The place where they made an appointment to eat was a food stall in the food court near Jiang University. They usually come here after playing football.

Cheng Shu parked the car, and Cheng Xiaoyue opened the door and slowly got out of the car.

It was only a few minutes' drive this way, and her heartbeat had not yet completely calmed down. And as soon as she saw Emikawa's face, those beautiful abdominal muscles uncontrollably popped into her mind again.

Cheng Xiaoyue knew that she was obsessed with abdominal muscles. Sometimes she would stay a few seconds longer when seeing nice-looking abdominal muscles on the Internet, but she never expected that she would be so fond of his abdominal muscles that all she could think about now was her abdominal muscles. The word muscle.

She was hiding something in her heart and was a little absent-minded for a moment. As she walked, she suddenly hit a wall of flesh with a loud bang.

Jiang Michuan was walking in front, but she didn't expect that this guy was walking without looking at the road. She knocked him forward, and he stopped speechlessly and turned around.

Cheng Xiaoyue groaned in pain.

She was much shorter than him, so her forehead hit his shoulder blade, and she covered her head in pain.

Seeing her facial features twisted together, Jiang Jianchuan subconsciously grabbed her hand covering her forehead, frowning slightly,

"Where did it hit? Let me see."

Cheng Xiaoyue's wrist was grabbed by him, and the wide palm of his hand came close to it, and the thin The thin calluses rubbed against the delicate skin of her inner wrists.

At first she didn't feel anything was wrong, but when the warm touch came, she was slightly startled and immediately withdrew her hand like a reflex.

The two have known each other for such a long time, so skin-to-skin contact is inevitable, but I have never seen her so avoidant and shy before.

Seeing her evasive eyes and a thin layer of red at the base of her ears, Jiang Michuan quickly understood what had happened.

He couldn't help but find it funny. He stretched his brows, leaned over slightly, and looked at her level.

The distance is not too far, not too close, just enough to hear each other's subtle breathing.

Cheng Xiaoyue felt guilty, but she still raised her head subconsciously, resisting the urge to retreat, and looked at him calmly,

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

Jiang Jianchuan's eyes traced a circle along her round face. , although she pretended to be calm, her tight face still betrayed her mood.

The corners of Jiang Jianchuan's lips curled up slightly, and he asked in a nonchalant tone,

"I'm the one being looked at, why are you shy?"

Originally, Cheng Xiaoyue felt ashamed that she had taken advantage of him, but after hearing what he said, she didn't think so now. Shy. She

immediately raised her little face and stared at him unconvincingly,

"You're not shy, then why don't you let me see it?"

She raised her head like this, and the distance between them suddenly narrowed.

Their eyes met, and their breaths became entangled for a moment.

Jiang Jianchuan didn't expect that she would suddenly raise her head. He was slightly startled and quickly stood up straight.

The distance widened again, but it was strangely quiet for a moment.

Cheng Xiaoyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if the frozen air began to flow again, bringing with it a very fine air flow.

In contrast, Jiang Michuan's expression was still much more magnanimous, and he seemed to be relieved of the fact that she had just looked at his body.

He stared into her eyes for a moment, and asked her in a calm tone,

"What is your identity?"

Cheng Xiaoyue made a confused sound, hesitated for a few seconds, and then blinked,

"Sister, haven't I always been "Your good sister?"

Cheng Xiaoyue still remembers that once when she was a child, her aunt was giving her a bath at home, and Jiang Jichuan came to play with Cheng Shu.

The aunt was not highly educated and had a big heart. She estimated that the 3 or 4-year-old child still had no gender awareness, so she left the bathroom door wide open to give her a bath. So when Emikawa came in, all he saw was sitting in the tub. A soft little milk bag inside.

Cheng Xiaoyue felt a little unhappy when she thought of this.

Just because he was a few years older than her, he had already seen all of her. But now he refused to let her see his body without reciprocating the courtesy. He was so stingy.

The person opposite seemed to have the ability to read minds and turned his head to look over.

His cold eyes fell on her unconvinced face, and there was no emotion in her voice, nor could she tell who she was speaking to. He said,

"It's not like I'm my biological sister." He

said the word "biological sister" so lightly that it floated past his ears like a breathy sound.

Cheng Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, her mind at a loss. I didn't react for a while.

She was a little confused about Jiang Mikawa's logic. What does this have to do with whether she is her biological sister?

Is it possible that he can't read it, but Cheng Shu can?

Until she sat down at the table to eat, Cheng Xiaoyue was still immersed in this question without getting an answer.

Six or seven people gathered around the table to have barbecue. Cheng Shu and Jiang Michuan naturally sat next to her, one on the left and one on the right.

Cheng Shu is 4 years older than her, and she has followed him like a little follower since she was a child, so she has always been a good brother who takes good care of her sister.

At this moment, Cheng Shu was removing the skin and meat from a chicken wing.

Eating barbecue is not very friendly to girls. If you are not careful, you will look like you are ravenous, especially the grease on the bamboo skewers, which will stain her tender and clean hands.

Cheng Shu expertly disassembled the chicken wings. The chicken was torn into small pieces and put into a small bowl in front of her, suitable for her to eat with chopsticks without soiling her delicate and beautiful mouth.

The boys opposite were all rough and tough. They had never seen someone take such meticulous care of a girl. They were all amazed. Wu Haonan couldn't help teasing her,

"Corridge, you see your brother really treats you like his daughter." Take care of me. When you look for a boyfriend in the future, you have to follow this standard!"

Jiang Michuan, who was about to remove the chicken drumsticks for the little girl, paused for a moment and was silent for two seconds before he put down the drumsticks in his hand.

He wiped his hands with a wet wipe as if nothing had happened, picked up the soda can on the table again, and took a sip as if to cover it up.

Cheng Shu's lazy sneer came to his ears,

"That's not easy to find. What kind of idiot would be willing to bring such a small oil bottle?"

He was his own child and couldn't help it. As soon as his parents got busy at work, he would have to bear the responsibility. Take on the responsibility of taking care of your sister. But if it was a relationship, he probably wouldn't be willing to take care of such a little kid who can't take care of himself.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Hongyu from the opposite side desperately nuzzled his mouth in the direction of Jiang Jichuan, reminding him,

"Brother Chuan! He has been helping you take care of your children for so many years. What you say is really chilling." Ah!"

These words made other people at the table look at each other meaningfully, and even bumped into Jiang Michuan's arm, teasing the little girl with a bad smile,

"Corridge, do you like your type, Brother Chuan? "

Cheng Xiaoyue was stuffing chicken into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a little hamster.

When she heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at Jiang Michuan.

Jiang Michuan wasn't looking at her at all. He looked like he was staying out of the situation, playing a small game on his mobile phone with his eyelashes lowered.

Cheng Xiaoyue stared at his indifferent expression for two seconds, and suddenly felt inexplicably unhappy. She immediately snorted dissatisfiedly, "I don't like it!"

Because he is stingy! Don't even let me see my abs!

When the spectators heard this, they immediately let out a cry of disappointment.

We are all decent college students, and the little girl has said so, and it would be inappropriate to make trouble again.

Cheng Shu, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief for his brother,

"That's alright. We've been causing trouble to him for so many years, so let's let him go!"

Cheng Xiaoyue: "???"

Cheng Xiaoyue: "..."