Chapter 35 Sweets

Fu Xuechen teased Ran Xing for a few words, and then talked about himself: "Jiangsu and Zhejiang area, the taste is sweet and mild, I am a native of Hangzhou, and I have a sweet taste since I was a child. I feel that I grew up eating sweets."

When Ran Xing heard the words, he was horrified.

Co-authoring, you not only grew up eating cute, but also grew up eating sweets. You have all the cuteness and sweetness, right!

She tilted her head to look at Fu Xuechen—

With red lanterns hanging high on both sides, in the quaint Jinguan City, the young man's lips were smirking, holding a sugar painting and biting lightly, just like a graceful and beautiful teenager who came out of an ancient book, indescribably elegant and romantic.

He is the kind of holy and immortal appearance, with a smug and proud smile, like the first melting of ice and snow, and there is indeed a little sweetness in the clean.

But Ranxing just couldn't stand his coquettish appearance, and couldn't help but choked: "Dare you are Fu Tiantian!"

Fu Xuechen took a sip of the candy and smiled so brightly that he let out an "um" and said leisurely, "Fu Tianchen."

Ran Xing: "…………"

I want to slap this guy away!

Fu Xuechen was elegant and calm, and continued: "I like to eat the milk-flavored lollipops from Fujia the most, so if I'm unhappy in the future and you want to coax me, just buy me a lollipop from Fujia, I'll eat the candy. Enough."

Ran Xing: "…………"

I don't want to deal with people.

Ran Xing had always been a quick-response girl who choked to death with a single sentence, but facing Fu Xuechen, she had absolutely nothing to do.

No matter how you slap him, he can take it and show you.

But Ranxing didn't hate this way of getting along. Compared to Glass Xin, who was stabbed by someone's vicious tongue for a sentence or two, he felt uncomfortable and ignored. Fu Xuechen was obviously more in tune with her.

It's really tiring to worry about the other party being hurt by your own poisonous tongue all the time.

Fu Xuechen, feel free to fight, because you may not be able to fight.

Fu Xuechen said these words with seriousness from the bottom of his heart.

His taste is sweet, he likes to eat candy, and his favorite is the lollipops from Fujia. When he was a child, he had insomnia and was inevitably depressed. His mother knew that he liked lollipops from Fujijia, so she bought lollipops to coax him: "Chen Chen, don't be sad, just eat some candy and you'll be fine."

The result of frequent sugar consumption is three cavities.

Toothache was unbearable. When filling teeth, the electric drill drilled into the mouth and brought him a strong psychological shadow. He has been a very courageous and decisive person since he was a child. But he still gave himself a psychological hint that when he was sad, he had to get better after eating Fujiya's lollipops.

But these young stories, he will not tell Ran Xing now, he will only tell her slowly in the future.

Ran Xing and Fu Xuechen took a snack in Jinli for lunch, and then rushed to the next destination, Kuanzhai Alley.

Most of the Kuanzhai Alleys are quaint courtyards, buildings left over from the Qing Dynasty, but now these buildings have become lined with shops due to tourism.

Ran Xing and Fu Xuechen wandered freely in the Kuanzhai Alley. When they were tired, they picked a shop to drink tea and have some snacks to experience the slow life in Chengdu.

One afternoon, we passed away in Kuanzhai Alley.

When Ran Xing went home for dinner with his parents in the evening, he rejected Fu Xuechen's proposal to go to a restaurant together, only suggested a few restaurants to him, and planned to go back.

Fu Xuechen sent her home.

After getting off the subway, Ran Xing and Fu Xuechen walked out of the subway station side by side. Someone in a hurry shouted "please let me hurry" and squeezed past Fu Xuechen.

Fu Xuechen was pushed like this, and his body naturally leaned towards Ran Xing's side. Then, the back of his hand touched the back of Ran Xing's hand inadvertently.

His heart stopped for a moment, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and seeing that she hadn't noticed that he touched the back of her hand at all, the crooked thoughts in his heart were immediately suppressed.

After confirming the relationship, we kissed once, and then held hands, does it still feel a little too much? !

It is true that Fu Xuechen's heart was full of restless "don't counsel her", but on the surface he was restrained and restrained, elegant and noble.

A virtuous, upright gentleman, it's me.

The back of Ran Xing's hand was touched by Fu Xuechen lightly, and he gave him a sidelong glance, Fu Xuechen looked indifferent as if nothing had happened.

There were only two words left in Ran Xing's heart, hehe.

In fact, after Fu Xuechen confirmed the relationship with her, he held his hand in various ways, but Fu Xuechen is well-bred and has a sense of proportion. of.

She rolled her eyes in her heart, followed by a cold look that nothing happened.

After leaving the subway station, he soon arrived outside the community of Ran Xing's house.

It was already twilight, and the sun set in the west, pulling the figures of the two to a long way.

Fu Xuechen said goodbye with a light smile and left.

Ran Xing thought for a moment, but raised his hand gently.

Fu Xuechen looked at the slightly raised pink hand that was dyed light red by the setting sun, and was stunned.

Ran Xing's voice was soft and crisp, and she said firmly, "Don't you want to hold hands? If you don't, I'll go back."

The voice was very soft, but it knocked into the softest part of Fu Xuechen's heart.

Fu Xuechen laughed. He was moved and delighted that all his own thoughts were seen through, but he was respected by others. He smiled lightly, as elegant and beautiful as ink spread on rice paper.

Without any hesitation, he reached out and held the soft white hand gently, feeling the ironing and satisfaction of the soft and tender hand in the palm, the smile on his lips deepened, and then he took her hand, slightly Leaning down, she placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Hand kiss.

The young man bowed and saluted, as elegant and noble as the European nobles of the Middle Ages.

Su to the explosion.

Ran Xing: "………………"

Co-authoring, you not only want to hold hands, but also want to do it yourself!

The author has something to say: The daily update will be resumed next.

I really couldn't bear it a few days ago, so fixed it a little, sorry.

Feeling much better already, started writing quickly.

This chapter sends 50 small red envelopes to apologize.