Her Little Sweet Lover

His expression was unbearable, not as if he was pretending.

Yu Xinghe grabbed his arm, worrying beyond words, "How come my stomach hurts suddenly? Isn't it all right?"

He Youting took advantage of the situation and dragged her to her side, with a vague voice: "Follow me, can you?"

Yu Xinghe was embarrassed, but now that the situation left him alone, she was really worried, she looked at Shen Tingyu.

Shen Tingyu watched the play for a long time, and the young boy's careful thoughts fell in his eyes. Only when he really cared about that person would he be so stupid that he couldn't see his tricks.

He smiled, "Your friend has something, I will find you later."

Yu Xinghe supported He Youting and could only nod his head, "I will call you."

"good."

Shen Tingyu drove away, Yu Xinghe supported him, "Can you still go?"

He nodded, silently opened the door of the co-pilot, Yu Xinghe sat in with the thing in his arms, turned around and carefully placed it in the back seat.

He Youting walked around the body and sat back in the driving position.

He didn't drive for a long time without speaking. His eyebrows were gloomy. Yu Xinghe thought he was hurting badly, so he approached a little. He grabbed his arm and shook him: "Is it uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He Youting was silent for a while, turned his head, and asked her seriously, "Xinghe, who is that person?"

Yu Xinghe was stunned: "A friend."

"Is the relationship good?"

She didn't understand why he asked or how to answer this question. She just said: "Or you can take a break. I have stomach medicine in my medicine box. I'll get it for you."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and pushed the car door, her arm being pulled.

She turned her head: "Huh?"

He Youting endured for a while, but couldn't help it, feeling that he was going to be crushed to death, "I've seen him come to pick you up before."

Yu Xinghe paused and closed the car door again to isolate the cold wind outside.

She stared at him: "What do you want to say?"

At this time, his mind was full of Yu Xinghe and the man. He had forgotten that he was still having "stomachache", and went to get the cigarette irritably. As soon as his hand touched the cigarette case, he was held by Yu Xinghe, "Isn't it a stomachache? smokes."

"Stomach pain has nothing to do with smoking."

Yu Xinghe looked at him for a while, and suddenly understood a little, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He does not speak.

Yu Xinghe frowned, "You lied to me?"

He simply said: "I don't want you to go with others."

Yu Xinghe was a little angry.

She has always been gentle and doesn't speak loudly, but now her voice is full of seriousness: "He Youting, I have very important things to do now, and you lie to me."

She didn't say any more, just pulled the car door and got out of the car.

He Youting got out of the car at the same time and hurriedly held her hand before she opened the back door, "Where are you going."

"Don't worry about it." She went to break his hand.

He Youting was so strong that she could do nothing. At the end of the contest, Yu Xinghe pushed him vigorously, "What are you doing!"

"What important thing do you have to meet with that man over and over again?"

He didn't control the volume, listening as if yelling at her.

In fact, it seems to be shouting at her.

When this word fell, both of them were silent.

The car whizzed past, alarming the swarms of birds on the branches, and instantly flew away without shadows.

The two looked at each other, and no one was hiding.

Yu Xinghe's anxiety, worry, fear and fear of the unknown over the past few days seemed to have finally found a flashpoint.

She stared at his eyes, her eyes gradually turning red.

She will bite her lips.

He Youting was still irritated, he tilted his head and let out a long sigh of relief, then turned his head and cursed inwardly.

I cried.

He panicked at once.

Since childhood, he never coaxed a girl, and he was upset when he saw a girl crying.

But the girl in front of her was crying, and he was the one who cried. He was not annoyed or dared to be annoyed, scratching his heart and scratching his liver, his heart felt like 10,000 ants were biting.

He Youting pinched his waist and turned around twice, like a grumpy lion. He pulled the buttons of his clothes fiercely, let the cool breeze into his chest, and artificially lowered the fire. Finally, he was heartbroken and resigned.

He felt that he was really lost.

He raised his hand and pulled her hat up not very tenderly to cut off the cool breeze outside.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't yell to you, where do you want to go, whoever want to see, I will send you there, okay? Don't cry, huh?"

Yu Xinghe was still tolerant, but when he listened softly, he couldn't control it at once, and tears fell down like a broken thread.

For a long time, she said softly: "He may be my father."

He Youting was stunned, but didn't react.

As if reminding himself, Yu Xinghe murmured: "He may be my biological father."

The amount of information is a bit large, and He Youting has not said anything for a long time.

In his impression, Yu Xinghe has parents and his mother is a doctor. Although he does not know his father's occupation, he has a happy family and a happy life. I have never heard of a biological father or adoptive father.

What has she experienced over the years?

It was windy outside, and tears quickly dried on my face.

He Youting grew up so proud and always proud. He never thought that he would be jealous once in his life, and he would have eaten the wrong thing, and he would get angry just thinking about it.

When Yu Xinghe was crying, there was no sound, and only silently shed tears. He felt aggrieved when he looked at it, which made people feel distressed.

He grabbed his heart and gently wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb. He didn't dare to shout, and said softly, "Get in the car first."

He opened the co-pilot, hugged her in, and buckled the seat belt.

I also got in the car.

He drew a piece of tissue from Che Ge, and as soon as he leaned to her face, the tissue was torn away by the girl.

She twisted it aside and wiped it herself.

He Youting's fingers froze in the air, and after a few seconds he retracted angrily.

The voice also softened, "I'm sorry, I don't know, I shouldn't call you, you call him, I will send you there, okay?"

Don't dare to ask anything, so let's coax people out first.

For a moment, Yu Xinghe nodded gently.

…

After half an hour, the two arrived at the coffee shop they had agreed upon.

Shen Tingyu arrived first, and when he saw He Youting who was following Yu Xinghe, he was obviously surprised.

Yu Xinghe glanced at He Youting.

"I will wait for you over there." After He Youting finished speaking, he turned and walked to a chair in the distance to sit down, not disturbing them anymore.

Shen Tingyu was relieved.

The two sat down, Yu Xinghe placed the things in his hands flat on the table, pushed it slightly, and said nothing.

Shen Tingyu paused for a few seconds before unpacking.

The snow-white rice paper is wrapped layer by layer, and it can be seen that the packaging person is cautious and cautious, for fear of breaking it a bit.

The last layer opened, revealing the painting inside.

Shen Tingyu's eyes slowly widened, becoming more and more nervous.

He caressed the edge of the painting carefully, without leaving his eyes for a moment.

Yu Xinghe clenched his fingers tightly together, exerted too much force, and the joints were a little white. Her voice trembled slightly, and she asked gently: "Is this really something you gave to my mother?"

Shen Tingyu paused his fingers and slowly retracted. After a long time, Shen Shen sighed, "Yes."

Yu Xinghe stared at him: "So—"

"I had a relationship with your mother, and when we broke up, she only took away this painting of mine."

"In what year did you separate?"

Shen Tingyu talked about a year.

Yu Xinghe pursed his lips and said calmly: "She was pregnant at the time."

Shen Tingyu's breathing was stagnant.

This is something he never thought about.

He watched Yu Xinghe for a long time, "How old are you this year."

"twenty four."

His face changed.

Yu Xinghe looked at him: "If you were my mother's boyfriend back then, then you are very likely..." She said with difficulty, "It's my biological father."

Shen Tingyu has not spoken for a long time and seems to be thinking about the possibility of this matter.

He stared at the painting, his hand stroking it up again, before touching it, Yu Xinghe had already retracted the painting, with his fingers hanging in the air.

Yu Xinghe carefully wrapped the rice paper back, resealed it, and after all this, she looked at Shen Tingyu, "Sorry, I didn't intend to disturb your life, I just, just..."

She doesn't know how to describe it. In fact, until now, she hasn't figured out how, if one day she really finds her father, what should she do and recognize her father?

But that is bound to affect his father's peaceful life now.

If you don't admit it, why come all the way back to find him?

Also, her father, would he recognize her?

Such complex emotions made her breathless.

Shen Tingyu was silent for a while, "I understand," he paused, "I also want to know if I still have a daughter."

At this point in the dialogue, it seems that there is no need to continue. After all, the two are just empty words. Only the painting and Shen Tingyu's oral narration cannot prove the blood relationship between the two.

The mother has passed away, and now the only way is a paternity test.

Both of them know this very well.

Shen Tingyu's eyes fell on the painting again, "Can I take this painting back to see it?"

Yu Xinghe held the painting subconsciously, very cautiously, "I'm sorry, it is too important to me, I can't give it to you casually."

Shen Tingyu nodded, expressing understanding.

He stood up, "Well, let's stop here today. If you want to do the appraisal, I will cooperate."

He Youting had been paying attention to that side, and seeing Shen Tingyu getting up, he also got up.

The two men's eyes met in the air for a few seconds, then nodded to each other, and Shen Tingyu took a step forward.

He Youting walked over immediately, he didn't sit down, stood beside her, and put his hand on her shoulder, "Done talking?"

"Um."

He slightly attached himself, "Are you hungry, take you to dinner?"

"I don't want to eat," she held the painting in her arms again, "He Youting, take me for a drive."

He Youting did not hesitate, "Okay."

Most of them didn't get off work at this time, and the roads were smooth. He Youting found a road casually, without any purpose, and went around forty-nine cities.

Without waiting for him to ask, Yu Xinghe took the initiative to mention his deceased mother and Shen Tingyu.

He Youting finally knew why she returned to China alone.

Don't think about it, but also know that this girl has not had a good time all these years.

He was quite uneasy in his heart. After being silent for a while, he picked a question that he cared most: "How are you, your foster father and stepmother?"

Yu Xinghe held the phone, slowly rubbing his fingers against the dark screen, leaving a faint fingerprint, and said, "Very good."

He stopped talking and focused on driving.

I just drove it casually. This will pay attention to the road signs and find that the neighborhood is quite familiar.

Not far in front is their elementary school.

More than ten years have passed, and there has been demolition and relocation. The classrooms in those years have become unguarded empty buildings, and the school has moved to a new building not far in front.

He Youting drove the car directly into the school.

In the winter in the north, it gets dark very early, and now it's just after four o'clock, and the sky is already very dark.

Yu Xinghe has left here for many years, and now he is revisiting the old place, and he feels much better.

She was very excited, turning around, muttering, there used to be a big tree here, but the flagpole there was now removed.

He Youting put his hands in his pockets and followed her slowly, strolling leisurely.

Finally they came to the classroom that year.

The door creaked, the classroom was colder than the outside, and the tables, chairs and benches were all over the place, covered with dust.

Yu Xinghe pointed to a table, "You were sitting there before."

That year, he was pushed on that chair by her and asked him to wait for her obediently.

He Youting walked behind her and snorted, "Do you still remember."

Yu Xinghe turned his head to look at him, his eyes crescenting, "Of course I remember."

He glanced at her, "If you hurt someone and run away, I have never seen such a conscience." He showed the back of his hand, "It's all scarred."

Yu Xinghe: "Twelve years, now you settle accounts with me, is it a bit late?"

He stared at her, "I'm not afraid of being late if I have an account."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the atmosphere gradually changed.

Yu Xinghe lost the battle first, shifted his gaze, and walked to the podium.

There was a broken piece of chalk on the podium. She picked it up and wrote and drew on the blackboard.

Her handwriting is very beautiful, it's a regular blackboard. It's enough to be a teacher. She just wrote a line and asked him back: "Does it look good?"

The voice fell and found that the person had been standing behind her at some point.

He was very close, his broad chest was right in front of her, and there was still a faint masculine breath on him, which belonged to He Youting.

Yu Xinghe was a little uncomfortable and wanted to slip again. This time she failed.

He Youting directly put his arm on the blackboard beside her, blocking her path.

He arched his waist slightly, lowered his head, his voice was dull and low, "Xinghe."

Yu Xinghe blushed quietly, and answered, "Yes."

He looked into her eyes, put away the playful appearance when he was with her on weekdays, and was very serious: "No matter what the outcome of this matter, no matter who your father is, don't be sad, you and me, I will always be with you. "

She looked moved and raised her head.

It was dark outside, the classroom was dimly lit, only the window next to the blackboard shot a ray of light directly on the girl's face.

Her eyes were moisturized with crystals, and her full red lips were fascinating and dripping.

He Youting's heart was moved, and he lowered his head unexpectedly, and his lips moved closer.

Already can feel each other's breathing.

Yu Xinghe clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his heart beating, suddenly lowered his head and staggered his lips, even dare not open his eyes.

He Youting paused, then laughed lowly, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and slowly moved away.

She could hardly breathe.

A few seconds passed.

Yu Xinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, "You—"

At the same time, He Youting: "Have you ever heard a word."

He asked and answered, "Hot hands hurts for loved ones, cold hands hurts for lovers."

"Xinghe," He Youting held her cold little hand and wrapped it tightly in his warm palm.

"I'll love you, okay."

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People of C major know that Han Jiang in the foreign language department is cold and short-tempered, and hard-hearted is not like a girl. The girls in the department who have been rejected by him can make up two tables of mahjong.

Until one day, a group of buddies saw him grabbing a streamer on a little girl's clothes to prevent him from leaving, and asked lazily and rascally: "When will you come next time?"

Wen Yan was sent to the Han family for foster care when she was six years old. It didn’t take long for the beautiful and lovely little Wenyan to become the favorite of her brothers in the hutong. Only Han Jiang in the next room was stubborn with her all day long. Smelly face.

At the age of sixteen, Wen Yan was confessed by her neighbor's elder brother, and Han Jiang sneered on the side: "It's a good man, he was blind at a young age."

later.

On Wen Yan's 18th birthday, Han Jiang waited for her all night downstairs, until other men sent her home.

It exploded completely.

He grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against the wall, and the rough kiss wanted to swallow her into his abdomen.

After stamping it, Han Jiang licked his lips contentedly, and looked at the stunned little girl, "What, surprised?"

"..."

What do you say, a few minutes ago, I thought you were going to come and beat me.

Childhood childhood, two-way crush, HE, sweet.

For the rest of my life countless days and nights, I only wish to float up and down with you.