Deep love only for you

Two days later, Han Xiaochi received a call from Fu Yuchen and said to pick up the wind for their brother and sister. However, the projects in latitude technology are in a hurry. Han Xiaochi has been working overtime to familiarize himself with the business in the past two days. Therefore, the reception has been pushed to Sunday.

In the twinkling of an eye, Han Xiyan will start school on Monday. She packed up her things and planned to put them in the dormitory one day in advance so as not to rush the next day.

At noon on Sunday, she packed her suitcase and went to the restaurant with Han Xiaochi.

Fu Yuchen has arrived. The weather has warmed up. He is wearing a long windbreaker with a beige turtleneck inside. He looks young and handsome. Sitting in the restaurant, he has attracted the attention of many girls.

Han Xiyan sat down with Han Xiaochi and smiled at him: "brother Yuchen."

"Little niece, will school begin soon?" Fu Yuchen said: "do you intend to live in school or go home every day?"

Han Xiyan said, "look at it then. If you have classes at night, live on campus. If you don't have classes at night, go home."

Fu Yuchen nodded: "girls should pay attention to safety. It's best not to go out at night."

He said, giving the menu to his brother and sister: "look, what do you like to eat, just order."

The three ordered and half eaten, Han Xiaochi received a call from the company.

Although his father is one of the two major shareholders of latitude technology, in order to exercise his son, when Han Xiaochi came over, he had already said hello without special care.

Therefore, after hearing about the situation, Han Xiaochi immediately promised to go to the company to deal with the situation.

He hung up the phone and said, "brother Yuchen, there's something urgent in the company. I'm afraid I have to go."

After that, he rushed to Han Xiyan and said, "Xiyan, do you want to take the luggage to school? Do you think I'll send it to you after work or..."

Fu Yuchen interrupted him: "you were going to school? I happen to be free. I'll send my niece to Ningda!"

"Then please brother Yuchen." Han Xiaochi said, hurried to eat his food, and hurried to the company.

Only Han Xiyan and Fu Yuchen were left at the table. Han Xiyan took a sip of fruit juice. Suddenly, he didn't know what kind of topic to find.

The atmosphere was a little silent. Instead, Fu Yuchen asked her, "little niece, what major did you study?"

"Design." Han Xiyan said, "my mother likes painting, and my father built a large studio for her in Britain. I was nurtured since childhood, so I also like painting and design, especially traditional Chinese elements, so I came back to college."

"Well, it's good for girls to learn this." Fu Yuchen nodded and drank slowly.

He was silent again. After a while, Han Xiyan raised his eyes: "brother Yuchen, can you discuss a matter with you?"

"OK, you said." he looked at her with a light smile.

"Don't call me my little niece, OK? I'm of the same generation as you!" Han Xiyan pouted.

Fu Yuchen was amused. He leaned close to her and pondered in his eyes: "when I was a child, I went to your house. You called me uncle at that time. Why didn't you admit it in the blink of an eye?"

She didn't believe it: "last time I met you, you said you were only in your teens when you met me. How could I call you uncle?!"

"Little niece!" he raised his eyebrows.

She was worried and stood up: "I'm not a little niece! I'm 19 years old. I'll reach the legal marriage age in China next year! But in Britain, I'll be old!"

He deliberately 'Oh' a long voice: "how awesome, can you get married? Then introduce your husband to me?"

Seeing that he was joking at all, she turned and took out the makeup mirror from her bag and handed it to Fu Yuchen: "look, it's him!"

Fu Yuchen swept his eyes and saw a waiter passing by, so he deliberately faced the mirror to the waiter, so he boasted: "little niece, so he's your husband?"

Han Xiyan frowned, looked at Fu Yuchen fiercely for a few seconds, and then grabbed back the makeup mirror.

After a while, Fu Yuchen saw that the girl didn't speak again, so he took the initiative and said, "are you angry?"

She still buried her head and ate, but she didn't say a word.

Fu Yuchen only thought that the child was like this and didn't care too much. He took dishes for Han Xiyan and asked the waiter to serve an ice cream in front of Han Xiyan: "well, I'm kidding. Don't be angry with your uncle!"

Han Xiyan was not angry, but he always said he was an uncle and always pushed her out.

After two seconds, she raised her eyes and looked at him seriously: "I'm really not a child. I'll be 20 next year and I can get married."

Fu Yuchen was shocked by her eyes. He couldn't help but doubt. Is the little girl interested in him?

But then he felt that they were ten years away, and the child only saw him for the third time. How could he like him?

But if he gives her any illusion, let her understand it as soon as possible.

So fu Yuchen nodded and said, "well, I see, but you only go to college and should study hard. When you graduate, if you want to stay in Ningcheng, I'll introduce you to a boy who is close to your age and has good character and family background."

Seeing her biting her lips and the light in her eyes going out at any time, he added: "I have many friends here in Ningcheng and have all kinds of resources. I will introduce you to the best one at that time."

So whether he took her hint seriously or not, what he just meant was obvious. Han Xiyan turned her eyes and looked down at the Matcha ice cream in the white porcelain bowl in front of her, trying not to lose her manners.

She nodded, "OK."

Later, Han Xiyan didn't mention this topic again, but asked about the situation in Ningcheng.

After they finished eating, Fu Yuchen pulled Han Xiyan's trolley box and took her into the car.

Ningda recruits international and special students in spring. Banners have been hung at the gate of the campus to welcome the arrival of freshmen.

Fu Yuchen stopped the car and walked into the campus with Han Xiyan. When he saw the vibrant students around him, he suddenly sighed: "it seems that he has left the campus for a long time and can't remember the feeling of going to school."

"Brother Yuchen, why don't you come to attend after school?" Han Xiyan said, "when you wear casual clothes, you look like college students. You look very young."

"You know, my brother is very funny. His wife goes to school and is surrounded by small fresh meat. He is not at ease, so he also came to school." Fu Yuchen couldn't help laughing when he thought of Huo Jingxiao's post.

"He also came to steal lessons?" Han Xiyan said strangely.

"No, he's just coming." Fu Yuchen said, "he's coming as a guest professor."

Han Xiyan couldn't help laughing: "ha ha, it's great! But is he much older than his wife?"

Fu Yuchen said, "seven years old is not too much."

Han Xiyan couldn't help muttering: "it's not too much for others to be seven years old. Why do we say we're a generation short of ten years old?"

"Hmm?" Fu Yuchen didn't hear clearly and turned to ask her.

"Nothing." she pouted, looked at the sign and pointed in one direction: "our dormitory seems to be over there."

At this time, some senior students came over and said to Han Xiyan, "classmate, are you this freshman?"

Han Xiyan nodded: "yes, I'm from human resources. The dormitory building is East Building 5."

The senior nodded: "Oh, East Building 5 is over there. Just go straight there. There is a dormitory allocation list for the aunt on the first floor. Just follow that."

Boys in the dormitory here generally can't go to the girls' building. However, the situation is special because school has just started today.

Fu Yuchen came to her dormitory with Han Xiyan's luggage. It was a suite with a balcony and an independent bathroom. There were four people in a dormitory, with a bed above and a desk below.

Two students have arrived. When they saw them, they greeted them with a smile.

After all, Fu Yuchen was of the opposite sex and felt bad in the room. Therefore, he put down his luggage and waited for Han Xiyan in the corridor outside.

Han Xiyan put all her clothes in the cabinet, sorted out her bag and was about to leave. The girl in the opposite bed winked at her: "is that your brother? He's so handsome!"

Han Xiyan turned her head and saw Fu Yuchen standing in the corridor, his hand casually inserted in the windbreaker pocket, with exquisite side face and three-dimensional lines. Somehow, she blurted out: "he is not my brother, but my boyfriend!"

"Ah!" another girl was surprised and came up: "Wow, you're only a freshman. You have a boyfriend? Is he from the graduate department?"

"No." Han Xiyan shook her head: "he's at work."

"Why do I think he looks familiar?" the girl said earlier, "the more I see, the more familiar I see. I don't know where I've seen him."

Han Xiyan suddenly remembered the recent scandal between Du Manman and Fu Yuchen. She suddenly felt a little slapped. She quickly waved her hand and narrowed her eyes: "handsome boys look the same. Don't say it. He's still waiting for me. Let's go first. See you tomorrow!"

"Oh, OK, see you tomorrow! Have a good date!" the two girls were very friendly.

When Han Xiyan escaped from the dormitory, her face was still a little red.

Fu Yuchen saw her in a hurry and asked, "are you ready? Don't worry. It doesn't matter if I wait a little longer."

"Put it away!" Han Xiyan said, holding Fu Yuchen's wrist and rushing out.

He was helpless and quickly stepped out with her: "is there a wolf chasing you behind?"

"No, I'm afraid they'll be dizzy by your handsome. I have to call an ambulance!" Han Xiyan was laughing. A spring Jasmine quilt under the dormitory was blown by the wind, and a petal fell into her hair.

With long black hair, the girl's cheeks were full of smiles, and her eyes seemed to be full of light.

Fu Yuchen was in a trance for a moment. He suddenly felt that such vitality seemed to have been violated for a long time, which reminded him of his appearance when he first went to college.

She didn't seem to feel the petals. She was still talking to him, but he didn't listen. Instead, she looked at the petals for several seconds, leaned over and picked it down with her fingertips.

She immediately stopped talking, raised her eyes and looked at him blankly, and quietly climbed up a powder on her ears.

He sighed at her, "it's nice to be young."

Her heart beat fast and her voice was a little lighter: "you are young, too."

"You don't understand," he said, looking at the petals blown away by the wind and moving forward: "let's go and take you home."