Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The moment Han Yu saw the photo, his face darkened.

Originally, Tang Xia only sent him a picture. There were four people in that picture. He had met Tang Xia's father and elder brother. The other two strangers were obviously the mother and son she mentioned.

The boy was not close to Tang Xia's camera, Han Yu zoomed in and couldn't help raising his eyebrows triumphantly.

Compared with him, it is still worse.

Although Han Yu didn't care much about his appearance, at least he thought that his appearance was as good as most people's.

Just as she was about to send a message to Tang Xia, her phone vibrated.

Then he saw the second picture.

In the photo, the boy put his arm on the girl's shoulder affectionately. Looking at it from the front, it was exactly the ambiguous appearance of Xiao Chi holding Tang Xia in his arms.

Han Yu stood up from the sofa almost immediately.

Too angry to sit still.

Xiao Chi's frontal photos are indeed much more photogenic than the profile photos, but right now Han Yu is not in the mood to judge the other person's looks at all.

If that guy was in front of him now, Han Yu would definitely go up and strangle him to death.

Damn it... to be so close to Tang Xia so quickly?

He's never done this pose, okay?

The young man went mad with anger, staring at the panic-stricken Tang Xia in the photo, he barely suppressed his anger.

Anyway, his girl didn't show her willingness to come...

It can be considered a consolation...

Han Yu took a deep breath, typing with extra force—

"Get his hands off your shoulders."

At that time, Tang Xia was several meters away from Xiao Chi, holding a mobile phone and tremblingly said: "Why did you come here suddenly?" She was actually a little angry because she felt that the other party was very rude, not only saw herself and Han Yu Yu's chat records, and good at taking pictures, and sent them to Han Yu!

But her personality influenced her, so she didn't get angry on the spot, and she didn't even show a little bit of displeasure for Xiao Chi to see.

So the boy didn't seem to realize it, and replied with a playful smile: "Let you take a sneak shot openly."

"..." Tang Xia's complexion finally began to turn ugly.

She turned and left.

At that time, it happened that the plane was about to board early, and Tang Zhihai was beckoning her to help her with the luggage.

Tang Xia remained silent, carrying her bag on her back with a sullen face, carrying another small suitcase, and followed Tang Xuan.

Only then did Xiao Chi realize belatedly that he was joking a little too much.

"You're angry?"

He chased after Tang Xia and asked in a low voice.

She was silent, and her steps were fast.

Xiao Chi scratched his head, an embarrassing look flashed across his face for the first time, "I don't mean anything else, don't think too much about it." In fact, his personality is just like this, indeed sometimes he is annoying, but he really can't change it all at once. .

Tang Xia still ignored her and pressed her lips together tightly.

Xiao Chi gritted his teeth, cheekily reached out to grab the suitcase in the girl's hand, trying to curry favor with her.

As a result, Tang Xia turned her head and glared at him viciously.

With an idea, Xiao Chi suddenly withdrew his hand, squeezed his thumb and index finger, and expressed his heart to the girl.

Tang Xia immediately froze in place.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Xia, can I stop joking next time?" Xiao Chi acted obediently, smiling harmlessly, and while laughing, he went to pull her box again.

While the girl was in a daze, he succeeded this time.

"Don't be angry, we are going on a trip, we have to be happy," he began to reason seriously, striding forward and walking side by side with Tang Xia, "Otherwise it will affect the mood, don't you think?" Xiao Chi said Under the beautiful double eyelids, the eyes are as deep as obsidian.

Tang Xia was discouraged, and thought helplessly: Forget it, it's actually not a big deal.

"Shall I sing you a song?" Xiao Chi struck while the iron was hot, racking his brains to make the girl happy.

Tang Xia didn't express her opinion, but her tense expression relaxed.

Xiao Chi cleared his throat, "Then I sang?"

He was pushing a suitcase with one hand, his back straightened, and he suddenly became serious——

"I still remember the fireworks at that concert, I still remember that cool late autumn, I still remember that the crowd pushed you towards me, and the amusement park was crowded just in time..."

The brisk tune flowed out from between the boy's teeth, making Tang Xia tilt his head slightly.

This is a girl's song, but I didn't expect Xiao Chi to sing it very well, with a bit of his own, ruffian style, fresh and mischievous.

Tang Xia finally laughed, "Okay, stop singing, everyone is watching you."

His voice was not loud, but he still attracted some people's attention.

Xiao Chi was particularly narcissistic, "It means they are intoxicated by my beautiful singing."

Aunt Li who was walking in front couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and scolded him with a smile, "Xiao Chi, can you calm down?"

Her son is like a living treasure every day, you see, he doesn't help his own mother carry things, but he works hard to carry luggage for the little girl.

Aunt Li sighed helplessly, and before the two children could speak, she turned to Tang Zhihai to complain about her son.

Before boarding the plane, Tang Xia sent a last message to Han Yu, basically telling him that she was leaving and would contact him again when she had time.

However, the young man was still brooding over a certain move of Xiao Chi, and worriedly told Tang Xia that it would be best to stay away from Xiao Chi these few days.

After that, Tang Xia didn't reply to Han Yu's news again.

He guessed that she should have boarded the plane, and fell into bed a little bit disappointed.

Han Yu was slightly displeased.

There is always a premonition that Xiao Chi seems to be a threat to him.

The young man put on the quilt irritably, tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well, when the sun's rays entered the bedroom, he got up sleepily, and Du Ruo's call came.

Han Yu didn't sleep well, his mental state was extremely poor, and he was very irritable. Now he received a call from his mother again, and his mood got worse.

"Han Yu, what time is it, why haven't you come here yet?"

Du Ruo's side was noisy, and it seemed that most of the people had already arrived.

Today is Du Qiguan's 60th birthday.

Han Yu sat on the bed without moving, and replied "Oh" feebly.

"Oh, what do you mean?" Du Ruo frowned, "Have you gone out yet?"

"No," Han Yu said in a hoarse voice, with a very impatient tone, "Don't rush, I will definitely go if I say go."

Du Ruo hated that iron can't be made into steel, but he didn't dare to show it, fearing that if his attitude was bad, Han Yu would be angered, and he wouldn't be able to coax him well.

"But look at the time. It's almost lunch time. Do you want everyone to wait for you alone?"

Han Yu snorted lightly, "I don't have that much face, I asked you to wait for me." He stretched his legs lazily, reaching for the pants on the chair at the end of the bed with his toes.

Du Ruo opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she held back and compromised: "Anyway, hurry up." After finishing speaking, she hurriedly hung up the phone.

Han Yu looked coldly at the darkened phone screen, his complexion frosted.