Chapter 56 I only like playing with you
He Xilou narrowed his cold and sharp eyes and stared at her through the screen, as if he would not give up until he got the answer.
Meng Shiyi pursed her lips for a while, her voice a little hoarse:
"Qi Yuexin, do you know her?"
He Xilou: "She's a friend's niece. I know her, but I haven't met her many times. What's going on?"
Meng Shiyi swallowed nervously and asked softly, "Are you hanging out with her now? She and I are roommates, and I saw her post on WeChat Moments. There was a photo of you drinking together—"
"Checking on her?" He Xilou interrupted her unexpectedly.
In an instant, Meng Shiyi's pupils shrank and she suddenly woke up.
What on earth is she doing?
She had no right to be jealous, and she had no right to ask these questions. It seemed nonsensical, inexplicable, and... out of line.
Meng Shiyi clenched the quilt with her fingertips and apologized carefully: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
"Poetic little friend."
"Um?"
He Xilou raised his eyebrows slightly, leaning back lazily, but a serious look welled up in his eyes:
"I had no idea she was coming, and I never took the initiative to talk to her, let alone play with her."
He added faintly, "I've never called anyone 'sister' either."
"oh oh."
Meng Shiyi paused for a few seconds, and her original irritable and depressed mood gradually disappeared.
On the phone screen, He Xilou moved closer, glaring at her with deep eyes, his lips curled up:
"I only like playing with you, my sister~"
The man's voice was light and provocative, as if thousands of electric currents were flowing through his body, making him feel numb and tingling, and causing him to shudder.
Meng Shiyi's ears began to feel hot as she listened.
Why do I always feel that this "sister" is no longer the simple "sister" as before?
More like a sweet sister.
Meng Shiyi pursed her lips and stopped talking.
But the other party didn't intend to let her go, still smiling carelessly, nonchalantly:
"Come and call Brother Xilou."
"..." A layer of pink mist spread from Meng Shiyi's ears to her neck.
Xilou Ge, Xilou Gege, although the two are only one character apart, the reduplication of the latter sounds more like being coquettish, cute, and flirtatious.
She doesn't want to be called that.
"I really need to sleep, bye..."
After saying that, Meng Shiyi hung up the phone in a hurry.
She lay down, covered herself with the quilt, and closed her eyes, but her mind was full of He Xilou's bewitching face, and her mind was full of "I only like to play with you" and "Call me Brother Xilou".
I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Help.
This is too unfair, why should he be so flirtatious...
After He Xilou hung up the video call, he squinted at the bright, pure white moon outside the window.
After a moment, he chuckled silently: "Idiot."
On Saturday, the sky was covered with dark clouds, which pressed down heavily, and a light rain fell.
Meng Shiyi and her classmates from the same department made small breads in the school's shared kitchen, and then carefully packed them in beautiful bags and tied red bows with them.
Returning to the dormitory, Sheng Wan kissed Meng Shiyi on the face, her tone excited:
"Wow, this little bread is so cute! It's so tiny and adorable, I could eat one in one bite!!"
Xu Qingqing stuffed the food into her mouth and mumbled, "Delicious! I could eat a hundred more. And there are so many bags left. Who are you going to give them to?"
Meng Shiyi said, "Give it to my brother and his family."
Her brother has tasted many of the things she made, including cookies, bread, and snowflake cakes.
But, He Xilou...
Meng Shiyi drooped her eyelashes, and a strange emotion grew and spread in her heart.
She had wanted to do this a long, long time ago.
I want to "feed" He Xilou the things I made by myself.
She would never have dared to think about this before, always thinking that He Xilou would definitely reject such fancy things.
But now, she suddenly wanted to try...
A villa standing on the mountain is luxurious yet classically elegant, with a strong scent of books.
He Xilou was half-lying on the expensive sofa, his legs crossed wantonly, his expression cold and cruel:
"How come you can't listen to the truth even when you're old? What gives you the right to visit her grave?"
The next second, there was a "bang".
An exquisite and luxurious vase was thrown at him.
He Xilou didn't dodge, and the beautiful vase that was auctioned for millions was smashed to pieces in an instant. The porcelain pieces were sharp and cold, and they scraped his neck hard, leaving a long cut.
Drops of bright red blood slowly flowed down the neck to the collarbone, like a blooming red lotus, shocking to the sight.
He Xilou didn't even frown, but instead smiled even more sarcastically.
At the gate, a middle-aged man looked at him with disdain, not disguising the disgust in his eyes, as if he were looking at a dirty, unpresentable rat in the gutter:
"What about you? Who the hell are you? All you do all day is run a bar, play billiards, and play with women. How can you have the qualifications to talk to me? How could I give birth to a beast like you!"
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