Male God’s Freestyle Flirting - Chapter 348

“Han Yu, Qi Hui seems to be calling you?”

Tang Xia turned her head, and although she had walked more than ten meters away, Qi Hui’s desolate figure was still hovering at the entrance of the hotel.

“Don’t worry about it,” Han Yu glanced at the direction he came from lightly, and then said, “It’s good to scare him, or he will kick his nose in the face.”

“Scare him?” Tang Xia didn’t understand, and asked curiously, “How to scare him?”

“I said I won’t pay the bill today.”

The boy answered solemnly, finally pressed the elevator, and hung a bag of gifts in his hand on his arm.

Tang Xia was stunned, “Don’t pay the bill?”

“Qi Hui thought he was going to pay the bill, so his face turned pale.”

Han Yu nodded, with a faint smirk on his lips.

Tang Xia came to her senses and gave a “puchi”, delighted.

“Actually, you’ve already paid the bill, right?”

“Well,” the elevator arrived, and Han Yu waited for the girl to enter before removing the arm that was blocking him, “I just spent all the living expenses for this month and next month.”

Tang Xia’s eyes widened, “Then what will you do with your next expenses?”

The young man tilted his head, his beautiful eyes bent into two mischievous arcs.

There was no one in the elevator, they stood one to the left and one to the right, looking at each other.

Han Yu said seriously: “Do you support me?”

“…”

Tang Xia’s breath was stuck in her throat and she couldn’t get up!

Can this guy have something to offer?

As if he could read the girl’s eyes, Han Yu suddenly took two steps forward, spread his slender and straight legs, and leaned back lazily.

He is obviously taller than Tang Xia by more than a head, but because of this posture, his eyes are at the same level as hers.

“If you don’t feed me, I’ll starve to death.”

The young man stared at Tang Xia with a soft tone, with a hint of coquettishness.

She started to panic, her eyes dodged around, and she happened to see the cake he was holding in his hand.

“You can’t die of hunger, you eat cake.” Tang Xia bit the bullet and said.

Han Yu couldn’t help laughing, “You are cruel.”

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and the girl ran out quickly, her cheeks burning red.

Ever since she was with Han Yu, she blushed more and more frequently.

Because the teenager brought a lot of things, they didn’t take the bus anymore, they took a taxi on the street, and went straight to school.

On the way back, Tang Xia carefully asked a question that had been on her mind all day—

“Han Yu, is your birthday just like this?”

“Huh?” The boy turned his head, slightly puzzled.

“What I mean is…” Tang Xia thought about her words and said hesitantly, “Aren’t you going home to have another meal with your parents?”

Han Yu pursed his lips, and the smile that had been floating on the corner of his mouth suddenly disappeared.

Tang Xia felt bad, and quickly waved her hands to apologize: “I’ll just ask casually, you—”

“I ate it yesterday.”

The boy spoke, his voice muffled.

“Ok…”

Annoyed, Tang Xia wanted to slap herself twice.

Knowing that talking about his parents, Han Yu, is not happy, why does she have to keep which pot unopened and which pot to carry?

“Tang Xia.” The girl who was in deep reflection suddenly heard the boy call her name.

Tang Xia looked up.

Han Yu looked at her with clear eyes, “Do you want to know about my past?”

The young driver in the driver’s seat looked at Han Yu through the rearview mirror, and couldn’t help but sigh: he is also a boy with a story.

Tang Xia was dumbfounded.

past? Han Yu’s past?

“Why do I have a tense relationship with my parents, do you want to know?”

Tang Xia looked complicated.

Of course she wanted to know everything about Han Yu. But… He was unwilling to open his heart so many times before, which at least shows that there are some things that Han Yu doesn’t want to mention. Is it really okay for her to intervene forcibly?

The taxi turned into the commercial street near the school, and the neon lights on both sides dyed the faces of the three people in the car strange colors.

Tang Xia took a deep breath, and after a fierce ideological struggle, finally nodded vigorously and said—

“think.”

“Okay,” Han Yu answered quickly, with the same firm tone, “I will tell you, there is nothing to hide.”

Everything about him, everything he has hidden for more than ten years, everything he is unwilling, angry, and even ironic, will be poured out to Tang Xia.

That is dignity, but you can not make any reservations in front of her.

The dim street lights in the campus could only illuminate a distance of two or three meters ahead. Han Yu and Tang Xia were familiar with the man on duty in the guard room, and even though they missed the gate control time, they still easily entered.

When returning to the dormitory, they would pass the playground. The two took a shortcut from the direction of the teaching building and walked to the open-air auditorium on the side of the runway.

As soon as the boy put the bag away, he stretched out his hand and climbed up nimbly, then turned around and handed it to Tang Xia.

She took his palm, and with a firm grip, the latter pulled the girl into his arms.

Sitting in the highest auditorium, looking out, the entire 400-meter circular runway presents a sense of tranquility and suffocating depth under the rendering of night.

The evening wind blew coolly, and the leaves of the evergreen trees behind me moved lightly, making the only sound in the silence.

It was as if the whole world was left with only him and her.

Tang Xia suddenly felt comfortable.

“I have a brother.”

Without foreshadowing or entanglement, Han Yu cut straight to the point with a clear voice.

Tang Xia was caught off guard, and turned her head in an instant, her eyes filled with surprise.

The outline of Han Yu’s profile was a little fuzzy, and she couldn’t see his expression clearly, but only vaguely felt that his silhouette was lonely, making people feel distressed for no reason.

In fact, Tang Xia was not particularly surprised.

During the Ching Ming Festival, she went to visit her mother’s grave and saw Du Ruo standing in front of a tombstone for a long time. The photo and name of the person on the stele still impressed her deeply. It was a boy who looked somewhat similar to Han Yu, named Han Chan.

So, Han Chan is Han Yu’s brother, right?

“Tang Xia, do you know? When I was young, they all thought I was a murderer.”

The girl who was frowning and thinking about herself was shocked again when she heard this!

“Kill…the murderer?” she murmured and repeated.

The young man smiled, cool and bleak.

It was a time that is hard to recall, a chill that can never be forgotten, a sadness that seems to be in the abyss, and a demon that Han Yu can’t let go of for the rest of his life.

He opened his mouth slowly, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, exhausting all his strength.

Tang Xia listened quietly, even though Han Yu’s words were shocking, she did not interrupt.

But the girl’s back was covered with cold sweat.

Are there really such parents in the world?

And Han Yu, how did he come here after all these years?

Tang Xia gasped again and again, and the tone of the young man in her ear gradually lowered. She raised her eyes, filled with water vapor.

Han Yu turned his head inadvertently, and saw the red and swollen eye sockets of the girl next to him, and suddenly panicked.

“Why are you crying?” He reached out and wiped off the crystals hanging on her cheeks for her, half helpless, half comforting, “It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m fine now. Look, with you, my mother… also not bad.”

As soon as the words were finished, Tang Xia suddenly jumped forward, opened her arms and hugged Han Yu tightly.

The boy’s shoulders trembled.

“Sorry, I didn’t meet you earlier, you were wronged.”

She buried her head in his neck, crying clearly.