Chapter 32: What’s your name, brother? I’ll call you Jiang Michuan’s

broad and warm palms were pressed against the top of her head. He only rubbed her for a moment before he withdrew his hand.

The fine lines on his palm flashed before his eyes, and Cheng Xiaoyue came back to her senses. She was already holding a bag of warm roasted chestnuts in her arms.

Meng Huan looked envious, "You two brothers and sisters have such a good relationship!"

Cheng Xiaoyue: "...." What kind of brothers and sisters are they?

Cheng Xiaoyue had a dark look on her face, but Meng Huan waved to her happily,

"Goodbye, brother! See you on Monday at Congee!"

Cheng Xiaoyue didn't know why she smiled so meaningfully, and when she was about to say something, she heard Jiang Michuan nod calmly,

" See you later."

The handsome guy's voice was deep and beautiful. Even though it was just a simple response, it was enough to make people feel an inexplicable sense of honor.

The light bulb then walked away happily, leaving Cheng Xiaoyue with a confused look on her face.

Jiang Michuan didn't say anything, nor did he explain why he appeared here.

He just carried the dazed little boy and walked towards his car parked on the side of the road.

The big G he usually drives the most has a high chassis, and he can easily sit in it.

Cheng Xiaoyue was still holding the chestnut in her hand, and it was difficult to stretch it out. It took her a long time to climb up.

Jiang Michuan waited for her to sit down, reached the door sideways, fastened her seat belt, and then started the car.

Xiao Yue was still in a daze for the whole journey, and hesitated several times to speak. In the end, she didn't ask why he appeared here, for fear of appearing to be self-indulgent.

While waiting for the red light, Jiang Michuan turned his head and glanced at her. Seeing her sitting blankly in the passenger seat without moving, he couldn't help but laugh,

"Aren't you hungry?"

People who usually have snacks and drinks at home, even do their homework. She was quietly stuffing sweets into her mouth and eating them, but she was so quiet at the moment that she didn't look like herself.

Cheng Xiaoyue groaned and nodded subconsciously,

"I'm hungry."

Jiang Jianchuan lowered his head and nodded at the roasted chestnuts in her arms, reminding him in a low voice,

"Peel and eat it yourself. You can't let me feed you while driving."

" ...Oh."

Cheng Xiaoyue subconsciously answered again. After answering, she was surprised to realize that he said "hello" and was stunned again.

Why are you so ambiguous? !

Cheng Xiaoyue raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. It was unbelievable that she was thinking of the word ambiguous. She quickly patted her forehead to remind herself to calm down.

Jiang Michuan tilted his head and watched the little girl's strange little movements with great interest. He always felt that she seemed to be different in some way recently.

But where exactly it is, I can’t tell.

The atmosphere in the car became very quiet along the way.

Cheng Xiaoyue hugged Banli numbly. From the corner of her eye, she could see his clear jawline, straight nose, and deep eyebrows.

She tried hard to divert her attention and look at the scenery outside the window. Her body unconsciously moved closer to the car door.

Until a helpless chuckle broke the strange atmosphere,

"Porridge."

His tone was very soft, sounding like a casual whisper.

The tips of Cheng Xiaoyue's ears felt hot, and a numbing itching sensation spread from her ears to her heart. She quickly turned her head pretending to be calm,

"What are you doing?"

The high-pitched tone revealed her hidden guilty conscience.

Jiang Jianchuan raised the corners of his lips and reminded her in a funny way,

"If you keep hiding, you'll have to sit on the roof of the car."

Cheng Xiaoyue's face suddenly felt hotter after being teased like this,

"...I'm introverted, can't I?!"

The smile in Jiang Michuan's eyes grew stronger.

The word "introvert" has a very humorous sense of inconsistency when applied to her.

Cheng Xiaoyue saw the teasing in his eyes, silently kept silent, and continued to shrink her body, pressing her whole body against the glass window.

The street scene flies by outside the window. The glass window is like a water mirror, blocking out the residual heat of early autumn and reflecting the girl's full thoughts.

The car happened to pass through a speed bump. The car body shook several times, clicking and clicking, as if it shook her heart.

Cheng Xiaoyue's thoughts were messy and sad, and she realized in bewilderment that

she was going in the wrong direction!

How could anyone be like him?

The more you try to stay away, the more you are uncontrollably attracted to him.

.....

The weekend flies by.

In the morning, before Cheng Xiaoyue untied the quilt, she heard Lu Qingyue knocking on the door and calling her to get up,

"Porridge, you don't have time to prepare breakfast in the morning. You can ask your brother to take you to eat something on the road later."

Both parents are busy with work. It was common to have no time to prepare breakfast. Usually Cheng Shu would take her to find a shop on the road to deal with the problem at home.

Cheng Xiaoyue was in a daze, and she let out a confused sound, rolled up the quilt and continued to sleep. She didn't hear the faint conversation outside the door at all.

"...When will your mother come back?"

"...That's it, that's good. We just come back to celebrate the New Year together..."

Separated by a wall, the conversation gradually became quieter, and finally disappeared completely.

Monday Monday, dying.

The early morning hours seemed to be fast forwarded. Cheng Xiaoyue stayed in bed and about ten minutes passed without her realizing it.

When she woke up with difficulty, the door was silent and there was no sound at all.

Cheng Xiaoyue washed herself in a daze and changed into her school uniform. Remembering that Cheng Shu was still waiting outside, she opened the door and came out without even tying her hair.

In the huge living room, the sunlight flooded through the window sill and poured brightly onto the floor.

In this bright light, Cheng Xiaoyue tied up her long hair randomly and raised her eyes to look at the sofa. Only then did she notice that the person sitting on it was Jiang Michuan.

She couldn't brake in time and didn't bother to tie up her hair. She was stunned on the spot. It took her a long time to hold back three words,

"...Where is my brother?"

Jiang Jianchuan found it a bit funny. Usually this guy likes to quarrel with Cheng Shu. Why are you caring about him now?

He didn't say that Cheng Shu had to take a step before going to the company today, but raised his eyebrows and deliberately teased her,

"I'm not your brother?"

The title of brother is now a thorn in Cheng Xiaoyue's heart.

She knew what she was minding, so when she heard this, her heart suddenly tightened, and she immediately blurted out to retort to him,

"You are not, and you are not my biological brother, why do you always want to take my brother's position?!"

The girl's tone was determined and stubborn. It didn't sound like she was joking with him, but rather like she was getting angry with him.

Jiang Michuan felt that her temper today was quite inexplicable, but he was free here and it was rare for him to have any bad thoughts about teasing her.

Since she refused to scream, the more he wanted her to scream.

So he raised his eyebrows, looked at her with burning eyes, and said in a coaxing tone,

"Call me brother."

No!

Cheng Xiaoyue was stabbed hard in the heart again, almost instinctively building a psychological defense in her heart.

She gritted her teeth and faced his magnanimous and clean gaze, stubbornly refusing to give in.

"Whatever you call me, brother, I'll call you Jiang Michuan."

She had always been very casual about what she called her. Occasionally, she would call him brother or brother, and sometimes she would call him Jiang Michuan. .

But today, she has clearly become inexplicably stubborn, insisting on sticking to this title and refusing to compromise.

Jiang Michuan didn't understand the girl's twists and turns, so he just glanced at her lazily, then raised his hand and tapped her forehead lightly,

"I think you're feeling rebellious and itchy, right?"