Jiang Fuyue!
Even though she was wearing her hair and hat, leaving only a back view for him, Xie Dingyuan still recognized her.
"Stop." He said heavily.
The woman acted as if she hadn't heard, not only didn't stop, but quickened her pace.
The man's eyes darkened, he chased after her, overtook her and stopped her: "...what are you running for?"
Jiang Fuyue stood still, and slowly raised her eyes: "What a coincidence, we met again."
Xie Dingyuan was perfunctorily laughed at by her indifferent way: "Why do I think you don't want to meet me?"
"Oh, I saw it from you." There was no embarrassment in the slightest, and she was justifiably disgusted.
Xie Dingyuan: "..."
"Nothing else, I'll go first."
"Wait... why are you here?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Come out and play."
The man's scrutinizing eyes glanced at her exposed arms. The tight suspenders wrapped a small waist, and the delicate collarbone was also looming under the cover of long hair.
Immediately, he frowned.
"If I remember correctly, you are here for summer camp training."
"Can't come out to play after participating in the training camp?"
"Don't take it lightly just because you are smart." The man pointed.
Jiang Fuyue tasted it, then nodded seriously: "I also think I'm quite smart."
The corner of Xie Dingyuan's mouth twitched, and he said softly: "...not modest."
A smile flashed in his eyes.
Even he himself didn't realize it.
"I'll take you back." He said out of nowhere.
Jiang Fuyue waved her hand: "No, I called a car."
Xie Dingyuan: "You can refund the order."
"?"
"Why do you look at me like that?" It wasn't a joke, nor was it teasing, the man frowned, doubts written on his face.
Jiang Fuyue said truthfully: "Don't you think you are weird?"
The man's eyes darkened slightly: "What's strange?"
"Contradictions, different behaviors." The last time Zhong Ziang proposed to send her off, he looked unattainable, but now he took the initiative to ask to send her off.
Obviously, Xie Dingyuan also thought of it.
He pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't lend my flowers to others."
Zhong Ziang wanted him to send Jiang Fuyue off with just one word, the car was his, the gas fee was also his, and he had to pay for his strength.
Isn't this "borrowing flowers to present Buddha"
My nephew and uncle also need to settle accounts clearly, if Jiang Fuyue was given away at that time, most of the love would be on Zhong Ziang's head, why should the dignified Ninth Master make wedding clothes for others
If you want to send it, he should also pick it up.
Acknowledgment, but also acceptance of his love.
For Zhong Ziang's little calculation, in front of him, it's best not to fight at all, and it's useless to fight.
That's right, he's just that petty, furry, and fussy.
Immediately, the look Jiang Fuyue looked at him... was indescribable.
but-
"You don't need to send it."
Xie Dingyuan frowned: "The reason."
She laughed: "Why do you think that if I don't accept Zhong Ziang's affection, I must accept your affection? Is there any difference between you? He is still my classmate, and Mr. Xie, who are you to me? Why send me?"
The man rolled his Adam's apple: "... your classmate's uncle?"
Jiang Fuyue didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left.
She didn't forget that the man threw her out like a carrot at the beginning. Although she fell back with a shoulder throw, this man's attitude was not so bad.
It was already the limit for her to be able to calmly say a few words to him, and she still wanted to send her off
Think beautifully!
"Sorry." Xie Dingyuan said suddenly.
The man stood still and did not catch up like before.
Jiang Fuyue faltered, suddenly curious about his current demeanor, is it hypocrisy, or condescension
Or the momentary soft-heartedness of the strong towards the weak? Mercy
After all, this man has a criminal record.
Back then when I came to her to apologize, I acted like you were condescending and you are only worthy of licking my toes, but now...
Driven by curiosity, Jiang Fuyue turned around slowly—
I saw a long and narrow corridor, a man standing under the lamp with his hands down, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, a pair of dark pupils with a cool color, but sincerity can be seen in the depths.
Even when he said apologetic words, he never lowered his head, as if the word "arrogance" had long been fused into his bones and blood.
Facing Jiang Fuyue's scrutinizing eyes, he was motionless, with a straight back, like a silent green mountain, foggy and hazy when seen from a distance, but steep and precipitous when viewed close up.
She smiled, her red lips raised: "What can you be sorry for?"
The man's Adam's apple twitched twice: "... It's Zhong Ziang who has been pestering me all this time, and it has nothing to do with you."
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, but he didn't bend or twist.
"So, what happened to make you change like this? Huh?"
The tail sound rises, like a little fluffy tail.
"Cough..." the man coughed lightly, "Last time at King, you rejected the two young boys in front. When Zhong Ziang proposed to kiss, I saw you clenched your fist..."
The corners of Jiang Fuyue's eyes twitched.
"If I'm not mistaken, you want to beat him up."
"Aren't you going to stand up for your nephew as an uncle?" Just like the last time she was thrown at the school gate.
Embarrassment flashed across the man's eyes, mixed with embarrassment and embarrassment.
Only said: "He deserves it."
Jiang Fuyue: "..."
Zhong Ziang, who was lying on the gun inexplicably: "?" Who am I? where am I? I was pushed out to be slaughtered as a pig
Shit old uncle, don't do anything that has anything to do with people!