His Canary

Chapter 3 I fear you

Dong Ci 's father died early. To support the entire family 's daily work, Ci Mom shared her burden and worked part-time in a dessert shop near the school.

Because of the weekend, there are few people in the store.

Jingle Jingle-

The wind chimes made a clear sound, and the door was pushed open from outside. Dong Ci's smiley face was instantly frozen when he saw the coming person.

"Look at your expression, I guess you should remember me."

As Jing Rong entered, a cold cold wind was brought into the room. Dong Ci lowered his head slightly and asked calmly, "What do you want to order?"

Jingrong missed the call, picked up the cartoon menu on the desktop and played with it casually, but his eyes did not fall on it. Seeing the little girl in front of him with a stiff look, he slightly hooked his lips and elbows on the table close to her, slowly asked, "I want you, do you sell?"

Dong Ci's face was white, and he felt that his sentence contained unlimited sarcasm, so he pursed his lips and said, "If you don't buy anything, please leave."

"Then a cup of milk tea."

He leaned lazily on the table, still smiling, looking good-tempered. Dong Ci quickly made notes on the computer and routinely asked, "Which flavor of milk tea?"

Jing Rong acted, watching her thin lips rising, and did not answer the question, "What flavor do you like?"

"..." Dong Ci was silent and made a random order.

Since the last time the two met, Dong Ci hasn't seen him for a long time, and she almost forgot him when she was almost there, but did not expect him to appear at this time.

The milk tea was ready, Dong Ci packed the things skillfully and handed it to him, but Jing Rong did not receive it.

"As far as I know, your family situation does not seem to be good."

Dong Ci frowned slightly and placed the milk tea on the table, choking him coldly. "none of your business?"

There was a moment of stagnation in the air, but it was only an instant, and everything returned to normal again.

"It really doesn't matter to me."

Jingrong's beautiful eyes rose slightly, and the fingertips placed on the table beat the rhythm slowly. He chuckled softly, and the breath of thin pink lips in the air spread into a thin white mist, which looked a bit enchanting.

"But maybe, you will beg me later."

jingle--

The shop door closed again. The person who stood in front of her just now had left. If it wasn't for the unmoved milk tea and red banknotes on the table at this time, she felt that maybe everything was just an illusion.

Before meeting Jingrong, although Dong Ci's life was busy, it was calm and comfortable. But now, it seems that something is quietly changing.

Beg him?

Recalling every word he said to himself after entering the store, although Dong Ci was angry, he still sneered and felt a little funny. She was not stupid, but she could understand Jingrong's thoughts with a little thought, and the impression on him suddenly worsened by a point, and fell directly to the lowest point.

Although she could not understand his behavior and was not sure of her guess, she still knew very clearly:

People like Jingrong must never touch.

"..."

As the weather turned cold, Dong Ci got more and more difficult to get up.

Towards the end of the recent period, the day before she started to study was earlier than the day, and when she stepped out of the house every day, it was basically not yet dawn.