If Mo Han and Chen Da really counted, there would still be some small "grudges".

At that time, Mo Han was already a senior. Although A University still provided accommodation for senior interns, Mo Han did not like to waste too much time back and forth.

The intern company she found was about an hour away from A.

The problem of having a boyfriend who is two years younger than him is reflected in this. The two people in love, especially Fu Yuchen, said that they were completely inseparable from Mo Han.

At that time, Fu Yuchen was the representative of the Sunshine Young Master. He was young and energetic. There were many ideas. In order to stop him from giving her any random ideas, Mo Han reluctantly agreed to rent a house near the company.

It also indirectly satisfied her little boyfriend's thoughts.

They live together.

Although Fu Yuchen was only a sophomore, he had almost finished all the courses. He told her that he wanted to study for graduate school.

The lover's eyes were full of charms. In Mo Han's eyes, Fu Yuchen was the smartest child in the world.

Although Fu Yuchen was obsessed with his age, they could always blush at the question of "who is a child".

That day, for example, Mo Han teased him about his childish temperament.

"Fu Yuchen, Fu Yuchen, I was wrong. Don't be angry." Mo Han had a feast last night and forgot to inform the poor Fu Yuchen who was waiting for his wife to come back for dinner.

"Hmph."

Fu Yuchen continued to flip through the postgraduate examination materials in his hand, ignoring her.

"Aiya, it's been a day and night." Mo Han circled behind the sofa and gently hugged Fu Yuchen's head, placing her chin on Fu Yuchen's hair.

The youth's scent was delicate, and the faint fragrance of the shower gel they shared was still present on his body.

"Huh? Don't be angry." Mo Han wrapped her hands around the young man's face, "It's like a child." She pinched the young man's face, which had not been tempered by the years.

Fu Yuchen finally looked up at her. Mo Han's warm breath sprayed on his eyelashes.

"Child?"

"Huh?" Mo Han continued without fear of death, "Isn't it just a child's temper? How could an adult be so angry for so long?"

"Didn't you meet an adult? A child forgets."

"Are you an adult, huh?" Mo Han felt that Fu Yuchen was extremely cute.

"I'm an adult." Fu Yuchen turned his gaze back to the book and grabbed her hands, wanting to take them away.

"How old are you, Lord Huang?"

Mo Han, who made Fu Yuchen forget everything, did not realize that danger was coming.

"Where is it big?" Fu Yuchen paused and threw the book on the coffee table. "Don't you know?"

"Huh?" Fu Yuchen suddenly turned his head to look at her seriously, but Mo Han had yet to react.

"What, what?"

"Ahhhh, fuck!"

Fu Yuchen exerted a bit of force on Mo Han and was carried over from behind the sofa.

"Fuck, what are you doing..."

"Don't you know how big it is?"

Fu Yuchen let Mo Han sit on his lap.

"Let you feel it."

"That's not what I meant," Mo Han's face flushed red. "I mean, I... Oh."

The knock on the door was ignored.

Chen Da pressed the knob strangely. Fu Yuchen had just said that he was at home.

"F*ck!" The handle is pressed down and the door is unlocked.

Chen Da thought that Fu Yuchen had deliberately left the door for him, so he opened it and went in.

"Nobody?"

Chen Da muttered softly, and then he heard a voice from behind the sofa with his back facing him.

"Fu Yuchen?" Chen Da walked over and said, "You actually didn't come out to welcome Ben... Ah!"

A pink slipper flew out from behind the sofa and smashed towards Chen Da's face.

"Peng!"

Then, two loud sounds of falling to the ground resounded.

Chen Da and Fu Yuchen sat on the ground and looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Mo Han got up from the sofa, her lipstick was kissed and her clothes were untidy.

She pulled up the clothes that had slipped onto her arms and looked at them expressionlessly.

'"..."

'"..."

***

After Fu Yuchen sent Chen Da back to the hotel, he did not go back to school. He was thinking that Mo Han might have been sick just now, so he changed the car and went home.

In the end, he couldn't completely ignore Mo Han's influence on him.

When she was still in college, Mo Han's health wasn't very good.

She is two years older than him, and the first time we met was when students would recruit new students. It was still sultry in September. She wore a mask alone and was not very eye-catching amongst the many senior brothers and sisters.

Fu Yuchen took their new recruiting manual and turned around to see that there were fewer people in front of her, so he lined up in her line.

Her first impression of her was her eyes.

When Mo Han talked to people, she would often laugh. Her eyes would narrow when she laughed, like a crafty fox.

She was ill that day and her voice was a little hoarse. There were many people in the auditorium. Her voice was noisy. She was afraid that others would not be able to hear her whispering, so she tried her best to maintain a normal volume throughout the morning, causing great damage to her throat.

By the time Fu Yuchen arrived, she was coughing heavily.

Fu Yuchen had very few questions, and there was also a reason why she was uncomfortable. After quickly filling out the form, Fu Yu Chen returned the form and the pen to her.

She is really like a fox, but she is very obedient.

"Thank you." If she took off her mask, everyone who registered with her would receive a smile.

But she didn't, so Fu Yuchen only remembered her eyes.

The car drove into the underground garage and Fu Yuchen got off with the medicine he had just bought from the pharmacy. As he waited for the elevator, he recalled the follow-up.

On that day, Mu Rusheng was tempted to drag Chen Da along and wanted to give it a try, so he gave him a call and asked him to wait for them in the auditorium. Fu Yuchen waited for them for half an hour before he realized that the two of them had lost their way. He turned to the cafeteria and called him to have dinner together.

Fu Yuchen was a little speechless towards these two people. Ever since he went to university, these two people rarely left the dormitory. One was a house and the other was lazy, causing him to be unable to recognize the road until now.

Fu Yuchen sighed helplessly. He asked the students beside him for two more advertisements before leaving. I saw her again at the corner of the auditorium.

She should be out breathing and sitting on the bench drinking water. The mask was still hanging on one side of her ear. Perhaps it was because the weather was too hot that a few acne spots appeared on her face.

Fu Yuchen recognized her from afar, but when he walked in, he could clearly see the slightly flushed and funny acne on her face.

"Senior Sister."

"!"

Like a frightened cat, Mo Han quickly pulled the other end of the mask up.

Fu Yuchen wanted to laugh, but he still wanted to laugh in retrospect.

Mo Han had always cared about her image, so even if it was a few pimples, she had to secretly hide them from others.

Perhaps that was why Fu Yuchen was soft on her.

***

When Fu Yuchen returned home, Mo Han had already run back to sleep.

She was really uncomfortable, and she guessed that she had caught a cold again. His head was dizzy, and the food he had just eaten was just like chewing wax. She coveted Chen Da's bowl of porridge, but she didn't want to show it at all.

She was accustomed to not saying anything and holding on to everything.

When Fu Yuchen took the medicine in, Mo Han was still dreaming. In her dreams, there was the old slate road. Countless familiar and unfamiliar faces, like the zombies in the movies, appeared strange and deformed, rushing towards her. Her hands and feet seemed to be bound by something, unable to break free, unable to escape, she could only helplessly look at them and beg in a voice.

"Aunt Mo, Aunt Mo..."

Fu Yuchen lowered his head to listen carefully to what she was saying. Mo Han had already woken up from her shock.

'"Hu..."

Mo Han hadn't completely escaped from her nightmare. Fu Yuchen's existence seemed to have given her support. Her hand helplessly grabbed onto the corner of Fu Yuchen's clothes.

"Ah Yu..."

"Yes, I'm here." Fu Yuchen rarely saw such a pitiful look in her eyes, even though they were once the closest people to each other.

His heart ached.

Her dreams had affected her for a long time. Perhaps there was also a reason why she was still sick.

Fu Yuchen gently pressed his forehead against her forehead. He did not have a fever, but she was covered in cold sweat.

"Let's go take a shower and change clothes first, and then take some medicine, okay?"

Fu Yuchen touched her hair, his tone as if he was coaxing the child.

"En …"

She's really good.

Fu Yuchen turned around and put the bath water on her. Mo Han lifted the blanket and went down to the ground. The floor turned cold with the air conditioner on and rushed up from her toes to stimulate her nerves.

Mo Han shivered and became a little sober.

Her gaze was solemn as she looked in the direction of the bathroom.

He's back.

She thought he wouldn't come back.