Chapter 110: Car Failure At least she was still willing to lie to him.
Even the students in the lounge far away in the racecourse stopped their actions silently, staring at the few people in the spotlight with different expressions, and silence lingered in the huge venue.
The few people who were originally vying for favor like Hua Kongque never expected that a "Cheng Yaojin" would suddenly appear halfway, but seeing that Fu Liangxia herself had no intention of resisting, they could only watch the two of them leave in an "intimate posture".
Only the crazy vibrating cell phones in their pockets revealed the inner uneasiness of the few people.
Fu Haoyao: [What is he doing? He's so frivolous to just get on your horse so casually.]
Fu Haoyao: [What does he mean?]
Fu Haoyao: [Did he force you to do this?]
Su Xingshu secretly said, "Bai Xin likes quietness. She hasn't really liked horse racing with us since she was little. Her skills are average. Be careful not to get hurt."
The tea aroma is wafting in the air.
Bai Yan didn't send her a message, but just silently sent a "?" to Xiao A.
However, the two were not as close as they imagined. Little A's hand on the reins completely passed over her body, not even touching it at all.
Just like the most dedicated equestrian coach.
Fu Liangxia glanced at the message and turned off the screen, then silently turned his head and glanced at the culprit.
"You really took every step beyond my expectations."
Hearing this, Little A glanced down at her and said frivolously, "Do you like it?"
Fu Liangxia said calmly, "Of course. Otherwise, with so many people around, why would I choose to look for you alone?"
He looked at the road, the light sweet scent of a girl lingering on his nose. He knew that if he lowered his eyes slightly, he would be able to see the large area of delicate white under the collar. His heart was tense, but he kept repeating casually: "Of course?"
After two seconds, he suddenly blurted out, "He kind of likes you."
He can sometimes sense some of the main personality's emotions.
It seemed that since that diving, or even earlier, Bai Xin no longer had the calmness of stagnant water.
What did she mean? Why did she mistake him for Bai Yan?
Did she like him? Did she hope that the person she was giving "artificial respiration" to was Bai Yan? So he was just a nuisance in their story.
Just like in the accident many years ago, they were like the male and female protagonists who met by fate, and he was just a passerby A in the story, a stupid younger brother who was in the way.
People who have never had any emotional fluctuations suddenly felt jealous for no reason.
It was very strange that although it was just an ambiguous pronoun, Fu Liangxia understood what Xiao A meant.
"What about you?"
"Me?" Little A's eyes slid across her profile for a moment, then lowered their gazes, and his fingers gripping the reins tightened slightly. "Does my opinion matter?"
"Compared to being loved by the lowly and despicable people in the downtown area, the love of a bright and elegant painter is more impressive."
It seems that the personality that shares the same body is more threatening to Xiao A than other people.
When Fu Liangxia heard this, he knew that his chance had come.
She casually rubbed against the slender and powerful arm at her side, feeling the muscles under her hand tense up instantly due to this movement, and her breathing suddenly became heavier. She whispered: "But I don't care whether it's presentable or not, I only care about you."
As expected, the sound of rising favorability rang in my ears.
Fu Liangxia lowered her head to hide her chuckle. As expected, all men are the same.
She reached out and pulled the reins, and the horse slowed down and stopped. After it came to a steady stop, she supported herself on the saddle and nimbly rolled off the horse's back. She looked up and smiled at Little A, who hadn't recovered yet. "Then I'll go first."
Fu Liangxia was confident that from Xiao A's perspective, he would see the most perfect and pitiful smile.
Don’t you believe that he is not moved?
But she didn't expect that just when she was about to turn around, she suddenly heard a laugh from above her head.
It was more like mockery than pleasure.
Fu Liangxia turned around in shock and saw Xiao A's expression was cold. There seemed to be a hint of forbearance in his eyes as he stared at her. "It's amazing that you still consider me. Don't bother. You won't gain anything by trying to capture me."
"If you really want to get something, Bai Yan and Bai Xin are more useful than me."
"Oh, or maybe you don't need them at all. After all, you never lack men to serve you."
…
After saying those words completely uncontrollably, Xiao A looked at Fu Liangxia's back as she left silently, with a slight pursed lip.
The sad expression she showed at that moment made him almost want to slap himself.
Why do you have to say it so harshly?
Little A lowered his eyes. At that moment he was obviously excited and happy. Even if he knew that she was lying to him just like she was lying to everyone else, what did it matter?
At least she was willing to lie to him.
She has him in her heart.
That's all, why bother with it?
Why couldn't I control myself and choose the most brutal and hurtful way? Perhaps it was jealousy, inferiority, unworthiness, the desire for her compassionate explanation... the lingering hope of "you're different from them."
But there was nothing.
Is she angry?
…
That night, Xiao A had a very realistic dream.
In the dream, Fu Liangxia was still riding with him like in equestrian class, her hair blown by the wind blew across his neck, carrying a light fragrance.
She noticed his gaze and turned to smile at him, a smile that made her heart beat fast.
Bai Xin's sneering voice rang out in his mind, laughing at him for being a coward who didn't dare to face his own thoughts.
He told Bai Xin that he was overthinking it. He had no interest in such a boring game, and he didn't want to become anyone's prey.
Bai Xin seemed very calm: "If you don't care, how do you know what she is doing and what this game is."
"You're just afraid that you won't be the winner."
The pain of being suffocated by being poked in a sore spot instantly woke him up from his dream. It was not a pleasant feeling to have his disguise ruthlessly exposed by another self.
He gasped for breath, grabbed a piece of clothing from the bedside and put it on, then stood up and drank a glass of ice water, trying to cool the throbbing blood vessels in his forehead.
Because you’re afraid of losing?
The boy lowered his eyes and stared at the afterimage left by the moonlight on the floor for a long time, and raised the corners of his lips.
Stop being funny.
*
After the equestrian class, Fu Haoyao had no place to vent his frustration. Even if he used various reasons to comfort himself, it was of no use.
What on earth was Bai Xin thinking? He appeared to be a bright and cheerful person, but his intentions were ulterior. Fu Liangxia had actually been tricked into riding with him; her usual shrewdness hadn't been revealed at all.
Fu Haoyao's mood was frighteningly low. He rushed into the classroom like the wind, carrying his schoolbag and left, going straight into the library, a place he had never set foot in since the school was founded.
What Fu Liangxia saw in Bai Xin was nothing more than her intelligence. If he worked hard for a few days, she would be impressed by him!
Under everyone's astonished gazes, Fu Haoyao walked into the study room on the second floor of the library with a stern expression. He took out the test paper assigned by Fu Liangxia and spread it on the table. In black and white, it was filled with the words that made his S attribute explode - sleep.
Fu Haoyao endured the drowsiness of his drooping eyelids and read the questions fiercely.
Isn’t Bai Xin good at taking exams? He can do it too!
…
An hour later, after receiving a call from the librarian, the Fu family's driver, accompanied by bodyguards, took Fu Haoyao, who was sleeping soundly, away in a princess carry.
The wind blows, the paper rolls up, but the scroll on the table still maintains its spotless whiteness.
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