Liu Wei was stunned by his sudden intimate movements, and he never touched her again except for holding her hand when they met for the first time. Hearing this, she turned pale with fright. She is not a virgin, if she knew that one day she would meet such a good him, she would keep herself. It was clear, however, that he was mindful of the problem.

She was afraid that he would dislike her, that he would not want her because of it. The tears that were rolling in her eyes rolled down at once, and she choked up and asked, "Don't you think it's hurtful to ask that?" ”

Han Che saw her crying, and his mind was a little clearer. The hand holding her also let go, and said lightly: "I don't like to use things that have been used by others, let me ask again, are you a virgin?" ”

Liu Wei trembled a little with fright, but she had to be sad to hide her fear. It took a while for her to wipe away her tears, and she replied with a sneer, "...... I, I am. ”

Han Che waited for her answer for a while, and the person had completely sobered up. Hearing her answer, he was satisfied. But at the moment when she came to her senses, she looked at her face and suddenly became happy. At this moment, he knew that he didn't like this girl at all.

Liu Wei began to take the initiative to touch him, and she murmured emotionally: "Han Che, I love you, I love you very much, and you love me too, okay?" ”

The lost interest is just like that. He didn't bother to lie to her: "I won't marry you, are you willing to give it to me?" ”

Liu Wei trembled, and the tears she held back flowed out again. She looked at him sadly, with hatred in her eyes, and said, "Do you really want to do this to me?" Han Che, you're going too far! How could I not know? How could I not know?! I know you won't marry me, I know you don't love me at all, but why are you telling me so cruelly? Even if you lie to me, I will willingly give myself to you. But why are you hurting me so much? Do you know that you don't love me, but I love you very much! For your sake, I rejected the man I had loved for five years. You've never wanted to take me to see your friends, or even my friends. Everyone persuaded me that I was just your plaything, and that I should leave you. But I don't want to. Han Che, we've been together for a year. But do you know how much time we actually spend together? Twelve days only! But these twelve days are like twelve years to me. If you don't love me, why do you want me to be your girlfriend? You can get out of it all right, but what about me? ”

She couldn't hold back her crying any longer.

Han Che suddenly felt annoyed, threw off the quilt, and said coldly, "You go, don't come to me in the future!" Seeing her crying so miserably, he opened the drawer of the bedside table, pulled out a card and threw it in front of her: "The password is missny." ”

Liu Wei was stunned and looked at the bank card thrown on the quilt. There was a loud bang, the sound of the door closing, and the last bit of hope in her eyes was finally shattered.

She wiped away her tears in despair, straightened her hair, stuffed her bank card into her bag and left.

Han Che came out of the shower, removed the quilt sheet, and threw it all into the trash.

Turn on the microwave and take out the food inside, which is also thrown into the trash.

At the age of twenty-one, Han Che founded Yunhai Media Company.

After the establishment of the film and television city was completed, it was officially put into operation.

Since then, his career has been on the right track.

At the beginning, except for him and Gu Changtian, everyone else had nothing to do, and followed the two of them to invest and eat.

Occasionally, he would go back to stay with his aunt for a few days.

My aunt is in her forties, and when I was a child, I always felt that my aunt treated him badly. Later, I found out that my aunt had actually done her best for him. She was a single woman with no husband. If you don't rely on the family, life is actually very hard. Moreover, archaeological work is very tiring, and it is often exposed to wind and sun.

That day, when his aunt was applying skin care products, he found that his aunt had crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

He suddenly felt as if he had been too cruel to his aunt.

His aunt raised him, but he was ignorant and resentful of his aunt, and now his wings have grown stiff and he flies away.

He asked, "Auntie, have you ever thought about finding a man to marry?" ”

My aunt said, "I didn't think about it. ”

"Why?"

My aunt was stunned and asked him, "You're twenty-four, why haven't you ever had a girlfriend?" ”

Han Che said: "I'm busy with work. "He didn't tell anyone about the part he told Liu Wei. Although Meng Haoran knew a little about them, he didn't bring her into his circle later. So no one knows about this short-lived emotional experience that he doesn't agree with.

My aunt poured a little lotion in the palm of her hand, wiped it on her face, nodded and said, "Well, anyway, my Xiaoche is handsome, and at the age of forty, she can find a yellow flower girl who is like a flower." There is no hurry. ”

Han Che didn't speak, standing still.

After wiping her face, my aunt glanced at him and said with a smile, "What's wrong with you today?" Could it be that a few days ago, the physical examination found out that your aunt and I have a terminal illness? ”

Han Che said: "It's more terrible than a terminal illness. ”

My aunt was stunned, stopped screwing the cap of the bottle, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"You're old!"

The aunt immediately made a gesture to hit him: "You look for a fight!" ”

Han Che put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the door and said, "I advise you to find someone to marry quickly!" ”

My aunt didn't change the topic this time, she looked at herself in the mirror and looked at it for a long time. There was finally some sadness in his eyes.

She sighed and said, "You can accompany me to Nanhu to have a look." ”

Han Che knew that her aunt was going to sweep the grave of her sweetheart. That person's name is Fu Gu, and he is Fu Qingyu's father. The year he died, his aunt washed her face with tears every day. My aunt once got drunk and dragged him to him, "Who owes whom?" ”

At that time, he did not understand the disputes between adults at all.

Now, he's grown up. He understood that if that man loved his aunt, how could he marry another woman and have children, and yet shamelessly entrust his daughter to his aunt who he had mistaken for life before he died?

He didn't understand why his aunt couldn't let go of that man, why she didn't marry for his life.

"Okay, the company is busy at the end of the year. I'll go with you after the year. ”

The sun was shining that day, and he drove his aunt to Nanhu.

How many years has he not been to Nanhu?

When I was eighteen years old, under that persimmon tree, I met a banshee. He has been single for so many years, and he must have been mistaken by that banshee for life.

Han Che thought of this, and was a little amused.

Today, he is twenty-four years old.

Six years have passed.

When I was young, I felt that it would be a lifetime. It's funny to think about that childish feeling now.

That girl, if she wasn't a demon, she would have just graduated from college by now? Or is it already married? Or maybe she's long since she killed someone, right?

After Gu Changtian went abroad, Fu Qingyu returned to his hometown in Nanhu.

My aunt brought her a lot of gifts this time, a lot of food and clothing. Han Che sometimes couldn't help but suspect that Fu Qingyu was born to his aunt.

The temperature in the mountains is lower than in the city, and at this time the South Lake has been developed into a scenic area. Just after the New Year, many people come here to travel, and the town is very lively.

After they arrived, they went to Fu Qingyu's house first.

Fu Qingyu actually made a living by selling feng shui ornaments, and when her aunt pulled her to chat. He walked around alone, and somehow, he came under the persimmon tree.

The tree had already lost its leaves, and there were two red persimmons hanging on the tree.

Many tourists crowded under the trees to take pictures. (To be continued.) )