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P. 139
In the past, only he had a face to Xia Wan's face.
The mistakes of this identity before and after, after a moment of silence, he fell off the dishes on the table on the ground fiercely.
Unlike the low pressure of the Xia family, the atmosphere of the Xue family is much easier.
Due to the word "death", the Xue family gathered in front of the table.
It was just that Xue Ye had already published a comment. Even after seeing the circle of friends, even if he was a little worried, he did not continue to save it.
Especially after Su Tang's information came out, the direction of the matter suddenly developed in a strange direction.
Xue Chong and Wen Yunzhi looked at those explicit words a little embarrassed, but if you think about it, it is not impossible.
After all, although the summer night is still young, it is already married.
The couple looked at each other delicately, not only no longer worried, but also relieved Xia Wan's life.
They can let go of it. As a young man, Xue Wenxuan naturally need not say more.
What is really not assured is actually Xue Ye.
Eighteen years ago, the old man moved to the auxiliary building alone, and the number of breakfasts in the main building has been almost aware of these years.
But early in the morning, the old man came over, and Zhou Qi was holding a painting in his arms behind him.
He naturally saw Su Tang's ridicule of Xia Wan, but probably the reason why he was about to be chaotic. When he thought of Xia Wan's work like "Hans", the old man who was wise and one lifetime could not control the brain to make up for Xia can't think of it late.
Until Wen Yunzhi hung up the phone and said, "He said he was good."
The old man just let go of his heart.
Xue Wenxuan took a sip of coffee and said to his grandpa with a smile, "I said it's okay?"
Compared to Xue Wenxuan, Xue Chong is much savvy.
He ate breakfast slowly, just laughed.
Sure enough, the grandfather snorted very dissatisfied.
"Look at his painting," the old man pointed to the "Hans" on the standing cabinet next to the cabinet. "Although it is artistic creation, he also has a talent in his heart. Where is this desperate tone? Can old people draw? "
"The old tree old tree is stunned ..." Xue Wenxuan learned business, and he heard about it for a while, "Is it based on poetry?"
"You see where there is a small bridge flowing water?" Xue Ye was dissatisfied. "That's not a faint crow. It is an old crow who died in a dead silence in the Wastel Wasteen.
Xue Wen was stunned, but he laughed and leaned to the old man with a smile: "Sure enough, Grandpa does not like me if he has Akko."
"Non -nonsense." Xue Ye said, "You're years old, and jealous with Ako."
"I don't be jealous with him." Xue Wen said with a smile, "I have no time to hurt him."
Xue Xi snorted to him, and couldn't help laughing.
After replying to the information, Xiawan washed and brushed downstairs.
Huo Yu had already got up and was sitting in the hall and talking to the phone. When he saw him down, he glanced at him.
The eyes were not much different from the time, but Xiawan couldn't help but jump.
When washing, he thought for a long time in the mirror, wondering whether to continue the drunken talk of Huo Yu last night.
But at this moment, Huo Yu was in front of him, and he had to admit that once something was missed, he had to wait patiently for the next more suitable opportunity.
"Okay." Huo Yu's phone call seemed to have come to the end, he said, "Play together next time."
When Xia Wan came to the front, he just hung up the phone and looked up at him.
"Soup for hangover...," Xia Wan asked calmly, "did you drink it?"
"Well." Huo Yu nodded, "I woke up in the middle of the night and drank it when I saw it."
"Really?" Almost immediately, Xia Wan's heart jumped up, briskly like a cloud, and he rolled his eyes.
"So happy?" Huo Yu laughed, raised his hand and touched the tip of Xia Wan's nose.
Xia Wan was stunned for a moment, then became honest for a moment, maintaining a slightly leaning posture, not daring to move at all.
"Dead?" Huo Yu raised the corners of his lips maliciously, "How did you die? Did you die because the sobering soup was too hard to eat, and you died in shame?" He asked again, "Why do you still breathe so fast after you die?"
"Huo Yu!" Xia Wan stood up straight and couldn't help but grit her teeth.
"Hey, Xia Wan," Huo Yu laughed very unkindly, and patted his side again, motioning him to sit down: "Come here and talk about your mental journey."
The author has something to say:
Ah, I got a cold, I really can't write too much, I have a headache and a stuffy nose. Now it's a series of one roll of paper a day.
I thought I could write about meeting the Xue family, but...
Sorry sorry.
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Chapter 58 He Can Be Willful
Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the dense branches and leaves of the tall trees outside the window, and reflected on Huo Yu's slightly raised, smiling side cheeks.
His eyes are bright and the corners of his lips are slightly raised, looking a little dangerous, but his smile is very pure.
It made Aunt Qin think of Huo Yu in childhood or adolescence.
Squatting on the ground with a blade of grass to fight a cricket or a cool corner on a racing track to counter time out, the kind of person who knows that they will crush the opponent, but wickedly plays with others in the palm of his hand, with a bit of naughty but Harmless, bad laugh.
Huo Yu's life has only been twenty-six years short.
In the past twenty-six years, Aunt Qin accompanied him the most during the period after he was born until his parents had an accident. After that, he was admitted to the Huo Pei scholar, and it was not so easy for Aunt Qin to see him, and later, After an accident, he went to study abroad and rarely returned, and they met even less often.
But even so, Aunt Qin could clearly perceive the change in his personality.
From an innocent child, to a sensitive and thoughtful teenager, to a cold and sultry young man...