At night, Song Xuan packed up and went to sleep in the lounge of the office, Yang Haitao walked downstairs, and Song Xuan called him: "Are you going back?"

Yang Haitao looked back at her expectantly: "Don't you want me to go?"

Song Xuan was a little flustered: "No...... No. ”

Yang Haitao said with a smile: "I'm not leaving, I'm downstairs, you live here alone, I'm not at ease, and I won't be at ease until you move in after the house is bought." ”

Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, asking her to live alone in such a small building, she was really a little creepy.

When he was there, she was relieved.

Yang Haitao packed up two books and walked downstairs, and when he turned around, Song Xuan followed him downstairs.

"You...... Go to bed early. ”

Song Xuan sat on the stool and looked up at him: "What about you? Don't you sleep?"

Yang Haitao raised the textbook in his hand: "There is a make-up exam at the end of August, I have to hurry up and study." ”

Only if he is successfully admitted to the University of Electric Power can he become Song Xuan's rightful boyfriend, and he has to fight hard.

Song Xuan touched her hair: "I...... I'll give you tuition. ”

Yang Haitao raised his hand and refused: "No, no, no, you are by my side, I can't study with peace of mind." ”

Song Xuan's cheeks turned a little crimson, and Yang Haitao's heart fluttered, yes, such a nephrite and fragrant person sat beside him, he was completely distracted, where did he still have the heart to study?

Song Xuan nodded: "Okay, I know." ”

Yang Haitao spread out the textbook, glanced at her, and had nothing to say: "Mother Wu...... Where do you live now?"

Song Xuan touched her neck and said, "She is taking care of my father in Changhai Hospital." ”

"Oh...... Then she worked hard. ”

Song Xuan lowered his head and smiled: "Okay, you study, I'll go upstairs." ”

Song Xuan went upstairs, leaned on the railing, looked down at the people downstairs, Yang Haitao's serious side face crashed into her heart one by one under the swaying light, with the evening breeze.

The high bridge of the nose, the deep lines, in all fairness, really looks like she likes, why didn't she notice it before?

Yang Haitao took out an unprecedented seriousness to look at the textbook in his hand word by word, as if sensing that someone was watching him on the second floor, he raised his eyes, as if instinctively, the smile on Song Xuan's face slowly bloomed......

White, clean, quiet, Song Xuan thought, the man downstairs in a white shirt looking at her in a daze was clearly the boy in her dream when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.

She hurried down the stairs, Yang Haitao was still stunned, the person he liked fell into his arms, and her murmured voice sounded: "I'm sorry......"

I'm sorry, I used to be arrogant and didn't put you in my eyes at all, I wasted your years, it's me who is not good, from now on, I want to cherish your affection, but fortunately, it's not too late.

Yang Haitao licked his lips and said cautiously: "What...... What's wrong?"

Yang Haitao is still in the period of walking on thin ice, he is afraid that Song Xuan will backtrack and be unwilling to be his girlfriend, any abnormal behavior of Song Xuan will make him feel sincerely afraid.

Song Xuan pinched the placket of his clothes and whispered, "I just think I didn't treat you well before, and I think you're a little stupid." ”

Yang Haitao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's all my willingness, you don't have to be burdened." ”

The breeze and the moon are bright, the beauty is in his arms, Yang Haitao is not a person who abides by the rules, and asked tentatively: "Song Xuan...... I can...... Cough...... Kiss you?"