Yan Huan still went to eat with him, and Yan Zishen booked a private room, so that the two of them could not be disturbed.

He even ordered the dishes, all of which were some sour and spicy Jiangnan dishes, all of which Yan Huan loved to eat.

"Have you been heavy on your studies lately? The food at school is not good, so I'll bring you to fight the tooth sacrifice. The service staff came up with flower tea, and Yan Zishen poured tea for her.

"I live with Xiao Moshu, and he will cook for me." Yan Huan said with bad intentions, suddenly his eyes rolled, and he smiled, "Didn't your mother tell you?" I married Xiao Moshu, who is your uncle? ”

Yan Zishen paused in pouring tea, poured the dishes for Yan Huan, and sighed lightly: "Huanhuan, will this make you happier?" ”

"I'm happy now." Yan Huan also felt thirsty and took a sip of tea.

"My uncle is not a simple man." Yan Zishen breathed a deep tone and said with a slight reminder.

"So what, does the Xiao family have a simple one?" Yan Huan asked rhetorically.

"My uncle is something you can't imagine, Yan Huan, if you can't provoke anyone, you will suffer a lot." Yan Zishen was full of worry.

"Yan Zishen, don't really fuck you, you seem to be really my brother, to me you are the same as your mother." Yan Huan hated that he was talking to himself in such a caring tone, quite annoying.

"I've never treated you as my sister." Yan Zishen's tone suddenly changed, and he said, "Huanhuan, it's too late for you to regret it now, when you finish the college entrance examination, I will arrange for you to go abroad." ”

"Yan Zishen, you deserve to be Yan Zeyang's son." Yan Huan was amused when he heard what he said, "They all like to send me abroad, it seems that you are really afraid of me, what's the matter, are you afraid that my storage will lose your face?" ”

"We're all here to protect you." Yan Zishen replied.

Yan Huan sneered, noncommittal.

"Huanhuan, listen to me, don't provoke my uncle." Yan Zishen suddenly held her hand, "You can't afford to provoke ......"

"Yan Zishen, you don't like me too!" Yan Huan looked at the hands holding him, Yan Zishen had a pair of very beautiful hands, slender and fair, without the slightest flaw. The nails are also neatly trimmed, and every little detail is impossibly perfect. The thought crossed her mind and she blurted it out.

Yan Zishen's expression froze: "Yan Huan, do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"And do you know what you're doing?" She motioned for his unruly hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Yan Zishen let go of her hand, and he looked at the girl deeply: "I just want to protect you, Huanhuan, don't let yourself be hurt again." ”

"It's nothing to do with you, I have no appetite, I want to go back to class, you can eat slowly by yourself!" After saying that, she left without looking back.

Yan Zishen turned his head to look at Yan Huan who was leaving, countless times, he was looking at her back like this, and she was so far away from his sight a little bit.

Huanhuan, why can't you wait any longer?