Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 438 Obsession 6
The voice is also very soft, as if always afraid of scaring people.

"Then ask Dad, do you want to shoot you?"

"Daddy, Daddy!" The little boy looked at him eagerly, with blond hair and mixed-race facial features.

"Of course what our little baby wants must be satisfied." The young father was blond, handsome and handsome. He laughed loudly, picked him up, and kissed the little boy's forehead.

"No!" The little boy wiped his forehead and pouted, "I want my mother to hug me."

It's a family of three.

"boom--"

gun.

empty.

Zheng Xingzhou stood where he was, without responding.

There was an uproar at the scene, and there were many discussions.

"what's up?"

"I thought how awesome it was!"

"That's it."

The stall owner shook his head, with regret in his eyes: "It's a pity, it's just one last shot and it will succeed."

He held it so firmly in front that many people regretted his final miss.

Shi Wei was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "It's okay, it's just a balloon, it's nothing."

The stall owner also thought he was very good, and said, "Your boyfriend is really good. You can take this kitten figure, it is the No.2 reward."

"No need." Zheng Xingzhou put the gun back and calmly refused.

Since it is not the most wanted, there is no need to stay.

It has become a pity, and no matter how many times I encounter later, it is just mediocre.

"Vivi, go home?"

Shi Wei saw that he seemed to be in a bad mood all of a sudden, but there was always a cynical smile on his lips, she couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so she nodded.

Zheng Xingzhou's side face was plunged into the snow, with a stern outline that would be overturned by the heavy snow at any time.

This man's temperament is sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, sometimes good and sometimes bad, happy and angry, unpredictable, with a sense of oppression in his bones, he hides the deepest things in his heart, at least he will not vent his emotions and temper on women .

The Zheng Xingzhou in Shi Wei's impression, frivolous and frivolous in fresh clothes and angry horses, if he was born in ancient times, he must have woken up to take over the power of the world, and would lie drunk on the lap of a beauty.

So for a person like him, who has so much, has a smooth life, and has a noble status, why would he be sad?

There is a convenience store across the street, she said to go buy some things and ask Zheng Xingzhou to wait.

Twilight is approaching, the sun is setting, and there is a large expanse of dusk on the horizon. The convenience store on the corner of the street is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, outlining a beautiful golden light, which is both depressed and lonely.

When Shi Wei came out of the store, she happened to see the man standing across the street.

Cold winter, dusk, exotic street corners, cold wind, roasted sweet potatoes, black coat.

He just stood there, the dusk elongated his figure, making him feel a little more illusory, he leaned slightly, listening to the person in front of him.

It was an old man, wearing a heavy printed padded jacket, the corners were ripped off, he was about 80 years old, his hair was gray, his expression was anxious and anxious, and he kept gesturing something with his hands.

The young man and the old man are behind a cafe with a business sign. The shadow of the setting sun spreads to the feet, and the picture is unexpectedly harmonious.

The silhouette of the man is deep, the side face is tough and three-dimensional, three points into the painting, and every stroke is exquisite.

When listening to the old man's speech, there was a little more gentle humility for no reason. It was hard to imagine that this kind of humility would appear in Zheng Xingzhou.

"Thank you, boy, thank you."

The old man kept thanking him, and finally met a familiar person in a foreign country, and felt less cramped.

The old lady could not speak English, and she could not communicate with other people. She said that her grandson was working abroad and wanted to take her over to enjoy the blessings. She said that she wanted to go out to buy some fruit for her grandson, but accidentally lost her way.

I wanted to ask a passer-by, but I couldn't understand what the other person said. I was embarrassed and at a loss. I lived my whole life, and now I fell into a great panic.

Her luck was clearly not so good.

The passers-by she met maliciously attacked her in a language she didn't understand, with disgust and contempt in their eyes, and told her to go back to the country.

The old man stood blankly on the street, looking at the people around him, at a loss.

Until a deep and pleasant voice sounded, neither light nor heavy, he said.

"I'm Chinese, do you need help?"

The speech is peaceful and the words are correct.

Breaks all restlessness.

The passer-by muttered something in English about meddling in my own business.

"Get lost." Zheng Xingzhou spit out a word.

The face of the passerby suddenly changed, and he said in English: "What do you mean?!"

"You can understand Chinese." Zheng Xingzhou said casually, "Those who don't know think you can't understand human language."

The passer-by was furious, and his face was a little ferocious: "Who are you scolding?"

Zheng Xingzhou's voice was suddenly cold, containing a great sense of oppression.

"I said, get out!"

The faces of the passers-by turned green and pale, as if they had recognized Zheng Xingzhou's identity, and walked away in despair.

Grandma said she was lost and asked how to get to Jinlan Lane.

Zheng Xingzhou squinted his eyes, he was slender, raised his hand to show her the way, it was not far away, and explained in detail.

The old man was kind-hearted, thanked him non-stop, and stuffed the still warm roasted sweet potato into the man's hand, letting him eat it while it was still hot.

Zheng Xingzhou did not refuse.

Shi Wei looked at it for a while, but she didn't want to disturb her.

A high-ranking person will also let go of his arrogance and airs at a certain moment. How much does Zheng Xingzhou have that she doesn't know.

There is orange light in the sky, and there are bright stars, and the dusk turns into lingering colors, which makes his outline extraordinarily mysterious. When he leaned over to talk to the old man, there was a faint smile on his lips, not the kind of stingy , idle, calm and composed.

He felt something, raised his eyes, and looked at her.

The eyes are very penetrating.

At that moment, Shi Wei actually felt that there was an inexplicable tragic color covering him.

This is just the winter in a foreign country. The evenings that have been similar for many years, the most ordinary sunset, have become different because of him.

Later, the two of them walked on the way home, stepping on the shadow of the winter setting sun under their feet, which stretched their figures obliquely and entangled together.

Snowflakes fluttered one after another, and the hot air turned into white mist, as if it could freeze into ice on a cold night.

"Give you."

Wearing a black coat, he walked lazily. He broke the roasted sweet potato in half, gave her a portion, and ate it directly on the street, naturally.

The roasted sweet potato was still steaming, and he took a big bite.

Shi Wei froze for a moment before taking it.

"Why, haven't you seen anyone eating sweet potatoes?" Zheng Xingzhou was amused by her appearance.

"I've never seen you eat it." Shi Wei replied sincerely, took a bite like him, and the taste was not bad.

He didn't answer, and walked slowly on the road, snowflakes fell on his eyelashes.

Shi Wei accidentally raised her hand and wiped off the snow on his eyelashes, as if wiping away all the wind, frost and loneliness.

He grabbed her wrist, his eyes were heavy.

"What are you looking at? I haven't seen it before." Shi Wei stiffened her mouth and wanted to stop, but was grabbed even tighter.

(End of this chapter)