chapter16

Time ran forward without stopping, and it was the end of September in a blink of an eye, and the National Day holiday arrived as scheduled.

Except for the black girl who is in Xinjiang who cannot go back, the other three provinces all go home.

At night, everyone was chatting while tidying up their luggage. The balcony door was opened. Xie Rou walked in with her cell phone, with an uncoverable smile on her face, as if she wanted everyone to know her mood at the moment.

"Xie Rou, who are you so happy to answer?" asked Baozi.

Xie Rou threw her cell phone on the table, turned around and held her hands on the table to look at them, and raised her lips: "My parents, they finally have time on their own, and said they would take me on vacation."

"Vacation! Is it the Bali you said last time you wanted to go to?"

Xie Rou was stunned and shrugged: "That...my parents said that I would take me there for the New Year this year. I would be unhappy to go to Bali on the National Day. If I want to stay, I have to go there for ten days and half a month."

"I didn't expect that one day I would be so close to Bai Fumei. Xie Rou, I envy you so much, unlike me who would just lie on the corpse when I go home."

"It's okay, I'll bring you souvenirs." Xie Rou looked at Rong Huan, who was silently tidying up her luggage. Seeing that she had no reaction, Xie Rou took the initiative to ask: "Rong Huan, how did you arrange the 11th?"

"I'll go home."

"Don't your family take you out to play?" Xie Rou fiddled with her nails.

Rong Huan shook his head and said in a low voice: "Eleven is so crowded, are you going out to see people?"

"..." Xie Rou then smiled and said to herself: "Fortunately I went to a high-end resort villa, not just anyone can go there."

Rong Huan didn't pay attention to what she said at all, and was attracted by the information coming in from her phone.

[What class will be tomorrow afternoon? Come and pick you up home. - Fu Siyan]

Rong Huan raised the corners of his mouth gently and replied: [Just the first two sections.]

-

The next afternoon, Rong Huan took her luggage down and put it behind the class. She planned to take her luggage and leave after she took it a while, so she didn't have to go back to the dormitory.

After class, everyone walked out of the class. Rong Huan pushed a suitcase and suppressed the joy of seeing someone in his heart. He had long been unwilling to pay attention to the sound in his ears.

Xie Rou followed her, thinking in her heart.

After walking out of the teaching building, Rong Huan noticed that Fu Siyan's car was parked under the camphor tree not far away. She happily turned her head and said to her roommate: "I'm leaving, bye."

Xie Rou saw Rong Huan walking towards the most eye-catching Maserati GT and got in the car. Xie Rou was stunned.

The black girl was surprised: "That car looks so cool!"

"Yes, Rong Huan is also a rich woman..."

Xie Rou tightly tightened her chin and snorted for a while, "Maserati, I have one at home."

-

Rong Huan walked to the side of the car, Ji Chen helped her open the door and said respectfully: "Miss Rong, please get in the car."

She stepped into the car with a little excitement, but her head tilted, but she saw that the back seat was empty. She stared at Ji Chen in a daze, "Where is Uncle Fu?"

"Mr. Fu has something to do at home, so let me pick you up."

When she heard this, she looked like a child who couldn't get the candy, and her eyes flashed with a sense of loss and her smile gradually disappeared.

She hid her emotions and pretended to be fine, but at the end of her age, she naturally couldn't hide it from Ji Chen, who was good at observing words and expressions all year round.

He smiled, said nothing, and helped her close the car door.

-

The car drove to the villa, Rong Huan got out of the car and entered the door, and Aunt Jing was greeted.

"Huanhuan is back, come in quickly." She happily took the suitcase and put the slippers at her feet.

Rong Huan glanced at the entrance with a pair of white Givenchy high heels, and asked, "Are you a guest at home?"

Aunt Jing nodded, "Miss Bai is here, and she is chatting with Mr. Fu in the study upstairs."

“…Miss Bai?”

"It's Mr. Fu's friend. I've been to the house several times before. Huanhuan, Aunt Jing stew some chicken soup for you, so you can drink some."

Rong Huan followed Aunt Jing to the kitchen. After drinking the soup absent-mindedly, she said she wanted to go upstairs to rest.

She stepped on the stairs and her thoughts were empty, as if someone had kneaded her heart like dough, mixed feelings. When she came to her senses, she found herself standing outside the study door.

She didn't want to go back to the bedroom, why did she get here...

She looked at the closed door, feeling confused, wanting to walk but unable to move.

The next moment, as if driven by her heart, she stroked her hand to the door and slowly pressed her ears on her, wanting to listen to the sound inside.

Sure enough, I heard a pretty female voice: "Brother Siyan, can you stop joking about me?"

Then there was Fu Siyan's laughter.

Rong Huan's ears seemed to be burned, and she stood up quickly and ran back to her room like a thief.

However, after a while, she came over again.

She comforted herself, and she was embarrassed about anything she was just curious, wanting to know what this "Miss Bai" looked like.

She bit her red lips, raised her hand for a while, and mustered up the courage to knock on the door twice.

Hearing "come in", Rong Huan slowly pressed the door handle, as if he was about to open the Pandora ink cartridge.

Then, Rong Huan saw a beautiful woman standing by the window. She was wearing a light blue chiffon long dress, her hair was tied, and the sunlight fell on her, giving her soft light and shadow on her beautiful face.

Her dark smile eyes were imprinted on her fair face, dignified and gentle as a fairy.

Fu Siyan sat on the wooden chair beside him, holding a teacup in his hand, looking leisurely.

When the woman saw Rong Huan, she raised her eyebrows and walked towards her: "This should be your little niece, right? She's so beautiful."

Without Fu Siyan's introduction, the woman introduced herself: "I am Bai Ning, your uncle's friend, what's your name?"

The little girl was stunned, "Rong Huan, Bai... Hello Aunt Bai."

Bai Ning smiled, but didn't look angry: "You want to call me sister." She turned to look at Fu Siyan: "It's really cute."

Rong Huan and Fu Siyan looked at each other, and she quickly "calmed" and explained: "I... I just came in to get a book."

She walked to the bookcase and took a book called "Flowers' Collection" as if she was decent.

Fu Siyan raised his eyebrows, suppressed his smile, and waved to Rong Huan: "Little guy, come here for Uncle."

Rong Huan walked over and handed her the freshly brewed Biluochun in his hand, "Can you taste it good?"

The edge of the cup was a little hot, and the tea aroma was strong and she took a few sips to make her throat sweet.

She nodded, and Fu Siyan smiled, "Do you want another drink?"

"No need... I'm afraid I can't sleep at night." She drank less tea on weekdays.

Bai Ning sat down next to him, "Huanhuan, like me, can't drink tea."

Rong Huan glanced at Bai Ning, returned the cup to Fu Siyan, and then said softly: "Uncle Fu, I'll go back to my room first."

He rubbed her head, "Go."

After she left, Bai Ning looked at someone and said, "Look at you, do you really like this little niece? I have never seen you be so gentle to any girl."

Hearing this, Fu Siyan's eyebrows and eyes were closed, and a slutty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke leisurely:

"She is so obedient, so how can she not be gentle."

-

Rong Huan returned to the room, sat by the bed, staring at the sunset outside the window in a daze.

No wonder he was not in the car this afternoon because Bai Ning was at home.

She recalled the laughter and joy between Bai Ning and Fu Siyan just now, and Bai Ning was so beautiful, for some reason, her heart began to feel sour. It seemed that someone had opened her honey jar without authorization and stuffed a lemon into it.

She fell on the bed irritably and rolled around, trying to suppress the irritability on her chest when she heard a knock on the door.

"Happy to open the door."

It was Fu Siyan's voice.

She quickly calmed down her emotions, got up and opened the door lock, and saw him standing alone outside the door.

"...Where is Sister Bai Ning?" She looked puzzled.

"She left first, what is Huanhuan doing?"

Rong Huan took a step back and let him in, and then she said, "I'm reading a book."

Fu Siyan's eyes fell on her desktop "Huajian Ji". As soon as he moved his eyes, he moved to the album in the corner. Then he picked it up and looked around casually, raising his eyebrows: "Do you like Xiao Chengzhi?"

She has a collection of any albums made by Xiao Chengzhi.

Rong Huan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he knew Xiao Chengzhi as well. She nodded decisively.

Fu Siyan looked at the face of the girl with a faint expression and instantly had her admiration for her idol. A trace of emotion flashed through his eyes. He put the album on the table, folded his hands, and was interested: "What do you like him? He is handsome?"

Rong Huan pursed her lips, thinking that he questioned her preferences, and was a little dissatisfied, "...can't it be?" Not only was he handsome, but he sang well!

He smiled, walked closer to her, curled up a beautiful curve in the corner of his lips, and asked her in a low voice: "That uncle is also handsome, why don't Huanhuan like it?"

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Chapter completed!