Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The moment he walked out of the gate of the Han family, the young man let out a long breath.

finally…

He finally felt free to breathe.

Han Yu didn't turn his head back. He didn't slow down until he walked out of the iron gate outside the courtyard and reached the end of the path that he came from.

"boom-"

Behind him came the sound of the door being suddenly closed.

Very heavy, very heavy.

It was obvious that there was a distance, but the voice still felt a little close to my ears for no reason.

Han Yu narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look.

That villa was very beautiful, with exquisite decoration, and the dark green glazed tiles even shone dazzlingly in the sunlight, so dazzling that the young man had to look away.

Everything does not belong to him, and he is alien to everything.

Han Yu laughed at himself, and then lost his nostalgia, turned around and lowered his head, and disappeared bit by bit from the end of the road.

He still took a taxi the same way he did when he came here. Instead of the gentle and kind middle-aged driver, he was replaced by a capable female driver with short hair.

Han Yu didn't open his mouth after getting into the car. He propped his chin with his hand and stared out the window.

The female driver asked him, "Where are you going?"

The young man froze for a moment, lost consciousness, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have... nowhere to go.

He remained silent, frowning in thought.

"Where are you going?" the female driver in the front row asked again, her voice seemed a little impatient.

Han Yu was also upset, subconsciously said an address.

After saying that, he was stunned.

What I blurted out just now...is the address of Tang Xia's house.

The female driver didn't know this, and drove all the way according to the destination Han Yu said.

The boy leaned on the back seat, his expression dazed.

Just now his father had already spoken to that extent, so if he went back, he would be slapping himself in the face.

But if he doesn't go home, where can he go?

When he was a child, he was away from home for five days, and he lived in a miserable life. Although he has grown up and has a basic labor force, which store dares to accept underage children?

The reality is cruel, Han Yu understands.

Leaving the cold home, even though he was lonely, he also lost his shelter.

Such a **** reality.

The boy looked at the passers-by outside the window, most of them had smiles on their faces. It may be to really enjoy the joy of the festival, or it may be an act of faking, being forced by life to smile and face the next tomorrow with optimism.

Among them, there must be people who have had a worse life than him.

Thinking of this, Han Yu smiled helplessly.

The car gradually slowed down, turned around at the gate of Tang Xia's house, and then turned off.

"I won't go in, and I have to get the number to count, it's too troublesome." The female driver turned her head and explained to Han Yu.

The boy didn't care, paid the money and got out of the car.

It turns out that the gap between people is really that big.

Han Yu suddenly cherished the nagging of the middle-aged master.

He walked slowly along the small gravel road, walked downstairs to Tang Xia's house, looked up boredly.

In fact, he didn't know why he came and what to do when he came.

There is an electronic door downstairs, and Han Yu couldn't get in, and the sun was so strong that he was dizzy from the sun. In the end, he could only walk up the steps and sit on the ground in the shade.

Quite embarrassed.

At this time, he missed Tang Xia very much.

In the past, Han Yu liked to keep everything in his heart, and he didn't tell anyone or confide in anyone. But today, for some reason, Han Yu really wanted to talk to someone, talk about the hardships and worries of those years, and express all the grievances and sadness in his heart.

Yes, he also has grievances and sadness.

He just pretended to be indifferent to maintain his indestructible image, tough enough to make people feel distressed.

It's a pity that she wasn't there when I needed her the most.

Han Yu felt a little sad, took out his cell phone in his pocket, typed a string of numbers without looking through the address book, and then dialed it.

Tang Xia's mobile phone number, he has long been familiar with it.

If he hadn't been full of emotions and had nowhere to vent, Han Yu would not have called Tang Xia in such a hurry, but at this moment, he really wanted to hear the girl's voice.

That would make him feel at ease.

The phone rang a few times, and the other person answered it.

"Han Yu?"

The familiar clear and beautiful voice came through the screen of the mobile phone, sweeping away the haze in the boy's heart.

"Well," he bent his lips unconsciously, "what are you doing?"

Tang Xia whispered: "Wait for me for half a minute." Then the girl hugged the phone tightly in her arms, bypassed the laughing crowd, and trotted to the corner.

Right now she was on the beach, wearing a lovely sky blue one-piece swimsuit, watching Tang Xuan and Xiao Chi swimming nearby with her bare feet.

The girl ran to the side of the small booth selling drinks, leaving a string of footprints behind her.

"What's the matter? Why did you call me suddenly?" Tang Xia asked strangely, gasping for breath.

Han Yu asked back, "Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?"

"Not really." Tang Xia scratched her head, turned her back to avoid the scorching sun, and simply squatted down to chat with Han Yu, "Are you at your grandfather's house today?"

She remembered what he had mentioned to herself.

"He's back." Han Yu pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"So fast?" Tang Xia was stunned.

"Well, then I have to tell you some bad news." The boy paused, and then pretended to be relaxed, "From today onwards, I'm homeless."

Tang Xia suspected that she had heard it wrong, she frowned and asked again, "What?"

Han Yu repeated it again, and added: "So I have nowhere to go now, so I ran to your house and sat downstairs."

The girl opened her mouth wide, unable to digest the boy's words, "What are you talking about..."

"I'm serious." Han Yu was still having a headache at first, but when he heard Tang Xia's silly voice, he suddenly became amused, "So, would you like to take pity on me and lend me a room to live in?"

He didn't wait for her to answer before he finished speaking, and said again: "It's really not possible, I can borrow a bed, or if I don't borrow a bed, I can make a bed on the floor, how about it?"

Tang Xia was slammed by Han Yu, and she fainted.

She shook her head, "Wait a minute, Han Yu, what's going on? Can you explain it to me first?"

"My father and I have completely fallen out," Han Yu shrugged, and said a word very easily, but no one could see his dismal face, "Home, I can't go back."

Tang Xia gasped.

"Han Yu..." She covered her mouth and suddenly felt cold.

"It's okay," the young man comforted her in turn, "I'm joking with you, we can go back and forth." He was afraid that Tang Xia would be worried, so after thinking about it, he gave up that little bad idea.

"..." Tang Xia was a little skeptical, "Really?" Sometimes she couldn't figure out which sentence of Han Yu was true and which was false.

"Really." Han Yu confirmed.

Alas, forget it, why don't we go home first and make do with it for two days.

The boy thought so, and suddenly heard a male voice from the phone—

"Xia, what are you doing hiding here alone?"