Her Little Sweet Lover

When Yu Xinghe arrived home, he threw himself on the sofa for a while.

She kicked the slippers, rubbed her head in, adjusted a comfortable posture, and took out the phone.

Although Yu Xinghe has WeChat, there are no people to contact in China. Only a few friends are colleagues in the kindergarten, so she doesn't think much.

Open the interface, and sure enough, there is a new friend waiting to be verified.

The avatar is a pure black picture, with a white letter "H" in the lower right corner, and the nickname is also an H.

He was right.

Yu Xinghe agreed, stared at the blank chat interface of the two for a while, and suddenly remembered what he had just said in the car.

She turned to Weibo.

Search for "Lesi Youpin", the first account that appears is the official blog of Blue V, a well-known domestic e-commerce shopping website.

The speed of the official blog is fast. It has been less than half an hour since the phone call, and the notice has been issued. The content is basically the same as He Youting said. It is announced that all LH skin care products will be removed from the shelves immediately, and the final test results are awaited.

She clicked on He Youting's Weibo, and the certification stated: Lesiyoupin is the current CEO.

He reposted this Weibo of the official blog five minutes ago and promised that if the final test result shows that the brand does contain carcinogens, then all users who buy this product from Le Siyou can enjoy free return service, and at the same time Assurance, Le Si Youpin resolutely resists such products that are harmful to the human body, and guarantees the personal safety of users to the greatest extent.

The comments underneath were applauded, the three views are super-positive, the conscientious enterprise, and a few "He You Ting is my husband" are mixed in the middle.

Yu Xinghe searched Weibo for news related to He Youting.

A bunch of labels: e-commerce leader, several outstanding young people, and occasionally gossip with female celebrities.

This stinky boy is so prosperous now.

It wasn't the little boy following her **** anymore.

She stared at the picture of He Youting on the phone for a while. He was attending an awards ceremony. He was sitting in the guest table with a handsome side face and a tight jaw line. He nodded slightly and listened carefully to the people next to him.

She tapped her fingertips to exit the interface.

After sliding down twice, I saw another piece of news: the famous painter Shen Tingyu will hold a seven-day exhibition of his personal works in the Southeast Art District of the city on October 25th.

She didn't know when the corners of her lips gradually fell, and her mood was inexplicably irritable. She threw the phone on the small coffee table and pressed it onto a plain painting exhibition ticket.

She took her pajamas and went to take a bath.

Twenty minutes later, Yu Xinghe came out of the bathroom. The heating period had not yet arrived. The room was a bit cold. She was wrapped in a thick coral velvet nightgown and her hair was wet.

After the bath, the skin was pale with a hint of pink, and the fragrance of the shower gel had not yet dispersed.

She tilted her head and wiped her hair slowly with a dry towel. Go to the bathroom to dry your hair and go upstairs to rest.

Put on the sleep aid incense, leaving a small night light.

Touched the little monster pillow on the side of the pillow, and said softly, "Good night."

For some time after that, Yu Xinghe was very busy.

She is a part-time piano teacher. She only comes to kindergarten when there are classes. But during this time, the kindergarten is preparing for a cultural performance. The young female teachers are all-rounders. All become dance teachers.

Even Yu Xinghe was taken to rehearsal. She found a lot of dance videos on the Internet, and she was also looking for places to rent costumes and props.

By the way, helping the life teacher take care of the children is almost busier than full-time.

After eating at noon, it was the time for the children to take a nap. The small beds in the activity room were neatly arranged, and Xiaomi was lying on the side against the wall, tossing and turning.

Yu Xinghe was afraid of waking up other children, walked over with light steps, squatted on the side of her bed, rubbed her cheek with his finger, and asked softly: "What's the matter, don't sleep."

Millet frowned, twisted her body, and said concisely: "Upset."

It's the same as a little adult.

Yu Xinghe endured a smile: "What's the matter?"

"I hate painting. My mother will let me learn to paint, as well as the host and dance."

Yu Xinghe touched her head: "For your own sake, I want Xiaomi to become a good person in the future."

"But I'm going to be exhausted."

This phenomenon is also quite common. Parents hope that their children will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes. Since their children are two or three years old, they want to enroll in all interest classes.

Sometimes I look at these children, who are so young, and they are filled with time every day, which is pitiful.

Yu Xinghe didn't say anything, and covered her with a quilt.

Unexpectedly, Xiaomi said: "There is also uncle."

Yu Xinghe stopped and focused on her: "What's wrong with uncle?"

Millet was wronged to death: "Why does he always come to pick me up lately?"

Yu Xinghe laughed: "Don't you like him."

"You don't know, he is so fierce."

"Yes?"

"Yeah," Xiaomi complained when he got the chance, "It's more annoying than my mother. As long as he comes to pick him up, I can't go play with the rocking car."

Finally put this little thing to sleep.

Yu Xinghe's mobile phone vibrates, and when the child sleeps, she will adjust it to vibrate.

It was He Youting who sent WeChat: Are there any arrangements for the weekend.

Go straight ahead, go straight to the subject, without turning a corner.

Xinghe: I have something on the weekend, what are you doing?

H: Have a date?

Xinghe: ...No.

H: Nothing. I think it’s okay to take you back to school and see if there’s anything to do.

Yu Xinghe smiled and replied: Well, another day.

After thinking about it, he said: Your clothes are still with me.

I always forgot to bring the clothes I washed for him before.

He Youting said: No hurry.

She did not reply, nor did he continue to post.

…

Today is the first day of the exhibition.

There are a lot of people, some come here on purpose, and some hang out in the art district.

Yu Xinghe wears a beige overcoat and carries a bag slung on his side. His hair is loose, and the whole body is slender and soft.

The exhibition hall is rebuilt from an old factory building, with two floors above and below, retaining a lot of architectural pipes, painted in various colors, very distinctive.

Yu Xinghe turned around, and finally stopped in front of a picture.

It is an oil painting with strong colors.

In the painting is a colorful winding path, the evening sky is beautiful with red clouds, the old-fashioned street lights are dim, it is raining, and a slender woman in the distance, holding a light blue umbrella, is about to disappear in the corner.

Like a departed lover, leaving me sad all the way.

Name below: "Shadow"

She watched it for a long time.

"Like this painting?" Yu Xinghe was startled when there was a voice around him.

Turning her head to see the man, her eyes trembled.

The man around him is quite temperamental, and he wears a delicate and decent black tunic suit. Although he is middle-aged, he is not old at all and is well maintained.

She looked straight and unconcealed: "I know you."

"Oh?"

"There is a picture of you on the news."

Shen Tingyu smiled, stopped speaking, and turned his gaze back to the painting: "After looking at it for so long, what do you see?"

This painting is Shen Tingyu's early work and his famous work. It is also the first exhibition in more than 20 years. There are five paintings in the exhibition that are not for sale, and this is one of them.

In a few words, Yu Xinghe broke the creative emotions contained in the painting one by one. Art critics say that this painting means a young boy's sentimentality and is a broken love, but Yu Xinghe said: "If it is a broken love," she pointed to the sky in the painting. : "It won't be so bright there, colorful, it should be dim."

"In my opinion, this is more like a crush on a young youth."

Full of hope for the future, carefully guarding the beloved girl.

Shen Tingyu seemed to be touched by the past, and was taken aback. When he looked at the past, he couldn't help but become more interested in her.

"You are very young, but you have a unique vision."

The second floor of the exhibition hall.

He Youting and several partners admired the painting and chatted.

Originally, today's entertainment had already been turned off, and then temporarily said that he could come, which made Assistant Sha Rui messy.

After a while, he became a little bored. He used the excuse to go to the bathroom and walked to the top of the stairs to breathe. His gaze swept downstairs at random and saw a familiar figure.

Yu Xinghe stood in front of a painting, was petite, and talked happily with the man next to her.

He Youting frowned slightly.

Not far away, someone called Shen Tingyu, he responded, and Yu Xinghe blurted out, "Please wait a minute, please."

Shen Tingyu looked back.

"I like your painting very much. I don't know if I have the opportunity to invite you to have a cup of tea. I also collected one of your paintings. I have a lot of questions I want to discuss with you."

Shen Tingyu looked at the young girl up and down, watching her playfully: "You, want to discuss with me?"

nod.

It's kind of interesting.

He laughed, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over: "I will be very busy these days. I should stay here for a few days after the exhibition. You can find me then and we will have a good chat."

Yu Xinghe took the business card with both hands and squeezed her fingers tightly. She looked up and saw that Shen Tingyu had already walked away and merged into the crowd not far away.

She stared at the distance for a while, until the phone rang, she picked it up, and He Youting simply said: "Look up."

Turning his head to look upstairs, He Youting leaned against the railing upstairs and stared at her owingly, "I said something is going on, just to come to the exhibition?"

She raised her head: "Are you here too?"

He Youting hung up the phone, walked down the stairs, and quickly came to her side, with his hands in his pockets, lazily, "You are quite foreign, do you understand."

Seeing him, Yu Xinghe was very happy, and patted his head smoothly, pretending to be angry: "How do you say it, who is the boss forgotten?"

Her soft fingertips touched the skin between his forehead, and the top of her head exploded like fireworks, and it was piping hot.

He Youting's heart beat, and he turned his head aside uncomfortably, chin a little in Shen Tingyu's direction: "Who is that person."

Yu Xinghe glanced back and stuffed the business card in his bag, "The organizer of this exhibition, the painter Shen Tingyu."

"What are you so happy to talk about? Give you your business card."

"It's nothing, are you still watching?"

He Youting watched her zip up her coat, "Are you leaving?"

"Um."

"I'm going too," he touched the phone to broadcast a number, "wait for me."

The phone got through, and a young man wearing glasses ran upstairs. He stood where He Youting just stood, "Ms. He?"

He Youting: "I have left beforehand. You can help me deal with them."

Sha Rui: "But Mr. He, Mr. Wang has something to discuss with you?"

"You tell him that if you drop two more points, you will sign the contract on Monday. If it doesn't work, then forget it."

Yu Xinghe grabbed his bag and said, "I'll go home when I'm fine. You can do your job."

He already took her wrist and went out, "I'm not busy, invite you to dinner."

He had a big step, and Yu Xinghe couldn't keep up with a few steps. When he got outside the exhibition hall, he slowed down and let go of her wrist calmly. Yu Xinghe quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "What to eat?"

"you decide."

He walked in front, tall and strong, and several girls passing by couldn't help but look at him.

Yu Xinghe secretly rolled his eyes behind him.

I'm really overbearing as the president. He speaks like he is asking for money, and he bounces word by word.

Yu Xinghe got on the co-driver, the seat belt seemed to be stuck and couldn't pull it out, she twisted and pulled hard.

Suddenly the whole body was enveloped by a rush of heat.

He Youting leaned forward, wrapped her with an arm, and reached for the bottom of the seat belt.

His snort was right on her neck, and Yu Xinghe's breathing was stagnant, and he dared not move.

I also smelled the faint smell of laundry detergent, not pungent, very comfortable, with a breath of male health.

The face is a little hot.

"Okay." He pulled out the seat belt and buckled her carefully.

Someone called him, he listened for a while, glanced at Yu Xinghe subconsciously, and said: "Okay, I see the situation."

Hanging up the phone, he said: "My friend is in Dynasty, let me go, together?"

Yu Xinghe hesitated: "I won't go, I don't know him either."

"All young people, love to play."

He looked at her for a while and didn't force it, "Okay, I'll tell them, I won't go."

Yu Xinghe quickly held his hand: "Don't, then I'll go."

It's bad for her to make a friend's appointment.

He Youting did not speak any more, controlled the steering wheel to kick the accelerator, and drove to Dynasty.

As soon as the two entered the door, the noisy crowd inside was instantly quiet, and they cast a body spell, staring blankly at the girl next to He Youting.

During the party, I never saw anyone with him. This was the first time.

Qin Hao winked his eyebrows, curious: "Mr. Xiaohe hasn't introduced him yet, who is this beauty?"

He Youting's palm was wrapped behind her, warm and powerful.

"Yu Xinghe, my boss."

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