"Little girl? How old is a little girl? What does she look like?" Nian Xiaomu asked anxiously, but in the next second, she was pulled into Yu Yuehan's arms.
She used her body to separate her contact with Fan Yu.
The voice sank slightly.
"Nian Xiaomu, calm down."
"I'm very calm..." Nian Xiaomu said subconsciously, and immediately realized that she had just pulled Fan Yu's hand, moved it in his arms, and muttered, "Big vinegar bucket."
"Huh?" Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Holding her in his arms, he looked at Fan Yu again.
Fan Yu caught a glimpse of his dark face, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile that was not a smile, and he slightly opened his lips, "It's been too long, I only vaguely remember that little girl is about your age."
As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the Fan family's villa.
The distance between the two is not very far.
Unlike the Xing family, although the Fan family went abroad, they still kept their domestic industries.
Including the villa where Fan Yu lived in that year.
The villa, which has been vacant for a long time, is taken care of by special people, and it doesn't look too old.
Fan Yu led them to the small door in the backyard, opened the door and walked in.
Soon, a window sill was seen.
As long as you stand on your toes, you can see the scene in the room.
"This is my room. You used to like to step on the slate, lie on the window sill, and listen to me play the piano. Sometimes you would fall asleep just listening to it." Fan Yu pointed to the smooth place on the window sill, said with a smile.
Memories are always tender.
At that time, she was young, but she was a big kid.
He looks cute and delicate, but when no one is around, he is extraordinarily boyish.
Climbing over walls, climbing trees, drilling through fences...
You can have a set of all the unique skills you are good at.
Turn yourself into a little cat, and when it appears on his window sill, you can still confidently say to him, "Brother Fan Yu, I only made it like this to come to see you, if you don't play the piano for me Listen, did you say it in the past?"
As a result, as soon as he played the piano for her, she would be able to sleep like a little pig on his window sill in a short while.
Even when he hugged her to bed, she would just babble, turn over, and continue to sleep.
Sometimes he would tug on his sleeve and talk in sleep, "Brother Fan Yu, your piano is so beautiful, I feel sleepy when I hear it..."
When he listened to it, he just felt dumbfounded.
Looking back now, if she didn't have absolute trust, how could she easily fall asleep in front of him...
Yu Yuehan also thought of the question that Fan Yu thought of.
His handsome face with sharp edges and corners gradually darkened.
The whole body is permeated with the cold air that strangers should not get close to.
Holding Nian Xiaomu's hand, but kept tightening...
He was jealous, very jealous.
Jealous of them having such a beautiful past, jealous of her past, he didn't have time to participate.
If she hadn't lost her memory, what kind of existence would Fan Yu be in her heart
If one day she remembers...
Yu Yuehan frowned, and his face darkened even more.
"Well, the past is in the past, you said you wouldn't mind..." Nian Xiaomu leaned against him, cleared her throat, and said softly.
Hearing this, Yu Yuehan looked at her sideways, with deep dark eyes on his stern face, and when he met her agile eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, "Nian Xiaomu, you never told me before that you were so good at flirting when you were young. "
Nian Xiaomu: "o(╯□╰)o..."
So, does he mind her past now