Xu Xintong was stunned over there, everything seemed to be still, he had never seen him like this.

At this moment, she wanted to pull her legs out of the way immediately, but he glanced towards the door as if he was aware of it.

looked at each other, and the most embarrassing scene was staged like this.

His face was still expressionless, but Xu Xintong wanted to cry.

She hung her head and walked away quickly.

The laughter behind her was still there, even wave after wave, but her mind was still full of his calm and indifferent eyes.

What was precipitated under her eyes, she couldn't understand.

But she knew that as proud as he was, she definitely didn't want to see her at that moment.

Xu Xintong didn't know what he felt, so he ran to the bathroom in a hurry, and the private room was closed, and the feeling of depression and despair in his chest still lingered.

Chapter 51: Is it ripe?

Xu Xintong did not return to the banquet, but went back to his residence.

There was no light on in the dimly lit room, and she sat on the bed with her knees crossed, and she didn't know how long it had been, when the rain began to crackle outside the window.

She glanced out as if she had just woken up from a dream, and her vision was blurry. She reached out and rubbed her eyes, only to realize that her own tears had blurred her vision.

In fact, she would rather be so embarrassed than see him like this.

This night, Xu Xintong didn't sleep very peacefully, one moment was Zhou Zhenyuan's gentle but unfathomable face, one moment was Zhou Rin's earnest teachings, and another moment was Fu Wenzhou's indifferent and emaciated face...... When she woke up the next day, she had two big dark circles under her eyes.

She looked in the mirror and pressed the powder haphazardly.

But the person in the mirror looks more like a ghost.

Xu Xintong was very irritable, took out the concealer again, pressed it hard a few times under his eyes, and didn't care whether he was satisfied or not, he simply put it on the suffocation, and went out in his pajamas.

As soon as the door opened, her steps stopped.

Under the locust tree at the door stood a tall and slender figure, and when he heard the voice, he turned around, his dark eyebrows were still familiar, and he smiled at her for a long time. That gaze, quiet and gentle, seems to precipitate the years.

The smile was like a mist, as if it would dissipate when the wind blew.

Xu Xintong's heart suddenly twisted like a knife, threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, whimpering.

It was clear that she shouldn't have been so wronged, but she was wronged for him, and at this moment, it was as if she couldn't control her emotions at all.

She seemed to have changed back into the little girl who threw herself into his arms and cried loudly when something happened.

"Don't cry." Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse, and she was a little helpless, and her wide palm fell quietly on the back of her head.

Xu Xintong tugged at his front, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Later, she finally got tired of crying and lay on his stomach and did not move. After her mood calmed down, she seemed to feel embarrassed by this, she reached out and wiped it twice, raised her face and smiled at him.

He reached out and pinched her face and pulled it to the side: "Don't laugh, it's worse than crying." ”

She gestured at him with a small fist, a threatening look.

He smiled.

There is a café on the corner outside the alley, which is opened by a Taiwanese, and the flavor is somewhat Italian.

Xu Xintong took his big broad hand and walked forward, walked to the corner, and pointed out to him across a pedestrian street: "Is it beautiful?" I've been enjoying going there for coffee lately. ”

Fu Wenzhou said: "I'm afraid it doesn't quite meet my taste." ”

Xu Xintong looked at him in surprise: "You didn't even try." ”

Fu Wenzhou said: "Your taste has always been very childlike. ”

She kicked him in anger and dragged him across the zebra crossing.

The café is a three-storey building with a circular green paint, which looks like a broken and deformed mailbox from the outside.

They sat down in the corner, Xu Xintong stirred the coffee in the cup, and did not speak.

At this time, the opening line should have been "How is this time going", but the scene she bumped into last night came to her mind, and she thought it would be better to keep her mouth shut.

"Moved here?" Fu Wenzhou was the first to speak.

"Well, Grandma Zhou is not in good health, I often have to go to see her, this side is close to the hospital." Xu Xintong hung his head, his heart heavy.

She had so much to say to him, but she also knew that there were things she could say and things she couldn't.

Just as she didn't take the initiative to contact him during this time, he also had a reason not to see her, even though they both missed each other.

He didn't want her to see his embarrassed appearance, and she wouldn't take the initiative to mention it.

A tacit understanding.

Xu Xintong pursed her lower lip and said, "Don't work too hard." Also pay attention to your body, I see that you have lost weight. ”

"Is there one?" He took a sip of his coffee, raised his eyes and smiled.

"This time...... Isn't it busy? When she said this, she couldn't help but glance at him carefully.

His expression was as calm and calm as usual, and he didn't see the slightest abnormality.

As if thinking about it, he smiled, his thin eyelids drooped, and pinched the silver spoon in his hand: "It's okay." There are a few things that need to be worked out, though, everything is on a normal trajectory and you don't have to worry. When I'm done with this, I'll take you back. ”

"Hmm." She nodded and scooped up a spoonful of cream.

After eating for a while, she noticed that he had been looking at her, and she put down the spoon: "...... What's wrong? ”

He didn't answer, and pulled a tissue across the table to wipe it for her.

Xu Xintong looked at his hand, and there was a little white cream on the tissue.

"How old are you? It's still the same way to eat. ”

Her face flushed slightly, and she said, "If I eat well, who will give you this opportunity to be courteous?" ”

He also smiled: "Yes, you are now the eldest lady of the Zhou family, and a lot of people are rushing to be courteous to you." ”

"Then you're not going to please me?" She winked at him.

In exchange for him a "fried chestnut with sugar".

"Fu Wenzhou, don't hit me on the head! Be stupid! ”

"It's not smart either." He said lightly, looking down and taking a sip of coffee.

Xu Xintong: "......"

Feeling sorry for him is the most wrong thing she has done in her life!

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In the afternoon, they went to the nearby supermarket, Fu Wenzhou carried things for her, and she happily wandered between the shelves, eager to become a small fish to drill around.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her from behind, sometimes showing a helpless smile, sometimes looking at her steadily, his heart was filled with a long-lost warmth.

Counting the bits and pieces over the years, he has not encountered setbacks. In other words, he himself lived through setbacks.

Before returning to the Fu family, the family conditions were not good, when he was a child, he had to accompany his adoptive parents to push a cart along the street to sell, his hands were full of chilblains, and it hurt to touch it. Later, his adoptive parents died, and he relied on the help and labor of his neighbors to finish school.

In fact, he performed abnormally in the college entrance examination that year, although he was admitted to a first-class university in China, he was still far away from his goal.

But he relied on self-study and got admission letters from top foreign universities.

He and Fu Hanwen are probably in a bad mood, and they have never been able to sit down and talk about it for a day. Fu Hanwen felt that he was pedantic, he looked down on some of his methods, father and son were-for-tat, and it was rare to be able to sit at the same table and eat a good meal.

For Fu Hanwen's heel, he actually didn't have any feelings.

He has no regrets about being burdened. In the final analysis, since he is father and son, he has given him life and convenience, so there is no reason to turn his head and complain.

He is not afraid of any setbacks and embarrassment. It's just that......

The memory freezes on last night's image.

In an instant, it was her sad eyes, and the haste to turn her head and leave.

My heart suddenly felt like it had been ripped off.

"Fu Wenzhou, I want to eat this somen noodles!" Xu Xintong called her in front, and her bright smile was like a blooming flower.

He smiled heartily, took a few quick steps to push the car over, looked up in the direction she was pointing, and saw the yellow packaging noodles on top.

"So much, why do you just want to pick this? Is it different? He said this, but he still reached out and took a bag for her.

"I just like to eat this, nothing else." She said in a stubborn tone.

So he took another bag for her and shook it in front of her: "That's okay, right?" ”

Xu Xintong chuckled and leaned over to grab his arm.

After buying some vegetables and cooked food, they returned to their accommodation.

"It's all in the fridge, okay?" Fu Wenzhou stood in front of the island platform and asked her, holding a broccoli that was about to be stuffed into the refrigerator.

Xu Xintong swallowed melon seeds in the sofa: "You can put it wherever you want, I'm not so particular." ”

He lowered his eyebrows and smiled, sorted the vegetables and meat, and closed the refrigerator door.

Pan-fried steak for dinner.

Xu Xintong sent a message for a while, and looked back at the kitchen.

Her kitchen here is open, and she can just see Fu Wenzhou's virtuous appearance of frying steak with an apron.

Fu Wenzhou noticed her gaze and turned around: "What are you doing?" ”

"Don't you like to cook?" Her tone was rather strange.

"I'm studying hard."

"Got a sense of crisis?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you'll run away with someone, Miss Zhou."

Xu Xintong felt that his tone at the moment was really like a resentful woman, and couldn't help laughing.

The haze of the past few days has slowly dissipated.