Midsummer is not thin

Chapter 73

Time is like fine sand in an hourglass, inadvertently, the full sand will leak out.Unknowingly, ten days quietly walked through life again, leaving no trace of reverie for people.

A beautiful and retro tea house.

An Xuexia pushed open the wooden door, and the boy who was bending over and standing beside the table gently making tea turned back and smiled.Such a familiar face, that long-lost smile, everything came so suddenly that An Xuexia was caught off guard.Joy, excitement, even she herself couldn't explain what kind of complicated emotions it was.

He opened his arms and said, "Don't just stand there, come and hug me!"

Shen Xuan and An Xuexia were born in the same hospital in the same year, the same month, and the same day. Although they didn't know each other when they were young, after moving to this city, they have been in the same class in high school. Naturally, they have become the prince, princess, and close lover in the hearts of everyone in the school. .So most people think that An Xuexia and Su Qi are brothers and sisters, and she and Shen Xuan are lovers.In fact, just the opposite.

"Xiaoxuan." An Xuexia happily walked over to hug him.Long time no see, he is still such a gentleman——

"You still recognize me, that's right—" Shen Xuan hooked An Xuexia's bridge of nose with his beautiful fingers, and the two smiled at each other.

"Didn't you study in England? Why did you come back after only three years? Oh——you did something bad and were driven back by those British with sticks?" An Xuexia was a little curious. In high school, Shen Xuan hadn't It has been three years since I went to study abroad after the college entrance examination.If you don't come back sooner or later, why come back at this time?Could it be... Han Manruo!

"I'll come back to see my parents. British people are very gentlemen, okay? Even if I make a mistake, they will only gracefully say: Please leave our beautiful country immediately, you black sheep. Hey, I seem to listen to you It means—the person surnamed Shen has only been away for three years, who told you to come back! Miss Ben doesn't want you to come back..."

"You're talking nonsense, I've always missed you!"

"Really, I thought that some people would not want to leave with my brother anymore!"

"Who doesn't want to miss Shu? How dare you say that word!"

"It's you, it's you who don't want to leave..."

"Han Manruo."

Shen Xuan quieted down.An Xuexia proudly took the tea he handed over, and while tasting it, she tilted her head and watched his blushing face carefully.Hehehe, Su Qi really didn't lie!The innocent and pure Xiaoxuan finally lived up to expectations and fell in love with an Anglo-Chinese daughter...

Han Manruo, seems to be a movie star, and was once an excellent racing driver...

A waiter knocked lightly on the door and entered.

"Miss, please accept the rose that the gentleman across the street sent you."

An Xuexia glanced at Shen Xuan suspiciously, Shen Xuan shrugged, and said: "Ha, I haven't seen you for three years, you are still so charming! It seems that I should give my brother a piece of advice, don't let you come out to attract people like this Butterfly, sooner or later something will happen!"

An Xuexia took the flowers and gave Shen Xuan a blank look. "Is that gentleman still there?"

"Of course, he has been looking at you from the opposite side—" The waiter took a step back to the left, and Ning Muchen came into her eyes!Nightmare!He was sitting there drinking tea, crossing his legs, and gently waving his hands to greet An Xuexia.

Since what happened that afternoon, An Xuexia has hardly spoken to Ning Muchen, but he has been haunting her all day long——

Shen Xuan looked sideways curiously, he seemed to have seen this face somewhere before.Where is it, it seems to have some special significance... But I can't remember it for a while!

Ning Muchen said to An Xuexia from a distance: "Honey, what a coincidence, I can meet you even when I come out for a cup of tea, what a destiny!"

"That's really a bad fate!" An Xuexia glanced at Rose with disgust, then smiled and handed the flowers to the waiter, and said, "Sorry, I'm allergic to pollen, please pass it to a lady for me, anyone can help me?" Okay. Just say a girl who lost her mother wished her a happy Mother's Day. Thank you."

"Okay." The waiter left politely.

(End of this chapter)