So now, Su Qiao was not sure if she was dazzled again. She rubbed her eyes violently several times.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked over and saw Fu Yanxiu. It was real, living Fu Yanxiu.

The man held the car door with one hand, holding the door frame with his fingers helplessly, and asked softly, "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

As if he was worried that she would refuse, he added, "It's getting worse and it's hard to take a taxi here."

Su Qiao was still stuck in the emotion just now. He looked at Fu Yanxiu blankly, still unable to believe that the person in front of him was the real Fu Yanxiu.

Seeing her like this, the man simply stepped forward, pulled her to the car, put her into the car, closed the door, and patted the car. The other person said, "Send him back."

Fangzheng couldn't see it and asked, "Where are you, Second Young Master?"

"I'll call a car to pick him up later. Let's go quickly." Fu Yanxiu patted the car again. Fang Zheng didn't dare to disobey, so he could only drive away.

Su Qiao's eyes suddenly turned red. She turned her head and looked out of the rear window. Fu Yan had a slender figure and looked a little bleak.

Seeing the taillights of the Maybach disappearing at the next intersection, Fu Yanxiu lazily looked back, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and held it in his mouth without lighting it.

Playing with the lighter in his hand, he lowered his eyes and looked over, his hands still shaking.

He smiled self-deprecatingly. Who would have thought that Fu Yanxiu, who was all-powerful in the shopping mall, would be so nervous when he saw the person he liked.

He slowly leaned against a tree on the street, looking lazily at the withered branches. When he raised his hand to light a cigarette, he noticed from the corner of his eye that a familiar car drove over and stopped in front of him.

He held his hands in front of his face and continued to light the cigarette. He watched the car window fall and Su Qiao's little face was exposed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Didn't you say you would send me off?" Su Qiao looked at him, his eyes slightly averted, as if he mustered up the courage to say this.

Yes, let's see her off. How can we see her off if she doesn't get in the car?

Does he understand correctly? Right?

No matter if it’s right or not!

Fu Yanxiu chuckled lightly, stepped forward and opened the door to get in the car. His movements were so fast that Su Qiao didn't have time to move to the side, and the two of them were almost next to each other.

Fu Yanxiu held down Su Qiao's coat, and she couldn't move. She twisted her hands together and said in a very low voice, "You are holding down my clothes."

Fu Yanxiu was so excited that he didn't hear what she said clearly. He unconsciously lowered his head and leaned towards her, his ear almost touching her mouth.

In Fangzheng's opinion, this was about kissing, so he silently and kindly raised the baffle.

In the silent carriage, the atmosphere of ambiguity suddenly rose. Su Qiao pushed him, but Fu Yanxiu didn't move at all and turned his head slightly to look at Su Qiao.

The two of them were so close that their breaths were intertwined.

Fu Yanxiu's eyes fell on Su Qiao's warm lips, which were as delicate as flowers. He really wanted to kiss her. The two hadn't seen each other for more than a month.

Fu Yanxiu couldn't help it when they suddenly met in such an exciting and erotic scene. He took a deep breath and wanted to avoid it, but the fragrance of Su Qiao lingered on the tip of his nose.

Su Qiao bit her lip gently, her pure white teeth forming a sharp contrast with her red lips.

Fu Yanxiu was almost done, but he held back at the last moment, bowed slightly, and let go of Su Qiao's coat. She was free, but she felt empty in her heart.

Su Qiao moved to the side, and Fu Yanxiu kept his eyes on her, "Are you going to see Teacher Wang?"

Teacher Wang is Su Qiao's Chinese teacher. Su Qiao admitted, "Yeah."

Fu Yanxiu nodded understandingly, as if he wasn't surprised that Su Qiao went to see Teacher Wang.

Su Qiao thought of Teacher Wang and said that Fu Yanxiu had visited her in recent years and asked her about Su Qiao's situation.

Su Qiao's heart ached, "Teacher Wang also mentioned you." After speaking, he looked at Fu Yanxiu.

"Really?" Fu Yanxiu had a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but he seemed to be asking casually.

Su Qiao pursed her lips and hesitated for a while before saying, "When I was in high school... thank you."

Under Fu Yanxiu's probing eyes, Su Qiao continued, "Thank you for bringing me food, and thank you for sponsoring my schooling."

Fu Yanxiu's eyes paused slightly and he chuckled, "Did Teacher Wang tell you everything?"

"Um."

Fu Yanxiu nodded, "High school is the time when you are growing up. You just eat a steamed bun every day. How can that be done?"

Long body? Su Qiao's mind almost instantly thought that Fu Yanxiu had said before when he held her that she was well developed and of a moderate size.

My cheeks were burning.

Su Qiao unconsciously raised her hand to fan herself.

"Is it hot?" Fu Yanxiu looked sideways at her and helped her adjust the air conditioner temperature.

When he raised his eyes again, Fu Yanxiu saw Su Qiao's blushing cheeks and seemed to understand something. It wasn't because of the heat.

Almost instinctively, Fu Yanxiu raised his fingers and rubbed her cheek, teasing her, "Buckwheat, what are you thinking about?"

When his fingers touched Su Qiao's creamy skin, Fu Yanxiu's fingers felt like electricity. He was so greedy for such a touch that he thought Su Qiao would avoid it.

But not this time, which fueled his greed. He leaned over and carefully took Su Qiao into his arms.

She still didn't hide.

Fu Yanxiu rested his chin on Su Qiao's head and rubbed it gently, "Qiao Qiao, have you thought about it?"

Otherwise, why did you get into his car, why did you blush when he spoke, and why didn't you avoid his touch.

Su Qiao didn't answer his question, but asked him, "When did you start liking me?"

Having mentioned what Teacher Wang said just now, Fu Yanxiu knew that Su Qiao would ask. She was so smart, of course she would think of the reason why Fu Yanxiu helped her.

"I want to say that I liked you from the first time I met you. Do you think I'm a bit exaggerated?" Fu Yanxiu chuckled, "But at that time, I didn't realize it. When I really realized it, it was probably in high school. Later."

Did you like it the first time you met? Su Qiao didn't understand. When she first arrived at Fu's house, she was like a skinny monkey, not even pretty.

"I'm like a little beggar, what is it that you like about me?"

Fu Yanxiu paused with his fingers, then raised her chin, his eyes full of seriousness, "You are not like a beggar, you are so weak and thin, but your eyes are as strong as grass."

No matter how much praise he received, Fu Yanxiu couldn't express it. He was already slow to express his emotions.

But he knew very well that although he was high, he was never free.

Su Qiao obviously had nothing, but there was always light in her eyes.

Although her life is so sloppy, her vitality is so tenacious.

Su Qiao didn't speak anymore. Fu Yanxiu lowered his head slightly and kissed her forehead, then moved it gently to the tip of her nose, and finally to her lips. Just as he touched the corner of her lips, Su Qiao made a slight dodge movement.

Fu Yanxiu didn't continue and just held him in his arms. She was willing to let him hold her, which was already a big concession.

He takes his time.