Her Little Sweet Lover

Early the next morning, He Youting sent Xiaomi to the kindergarten on time.

He got out of the driving seat, opened the back door and unbuttoned the child safety chair for Xiaomi, hung a small schoolbag on her body, and led her to the yard.

I don't know what kind of kindergarten every morning, but it seems to be too lively today.

The children who had already arrived gathered around the west of the yard, three floors inside and three floors outside, one by one, very excited. Xiaomi was never absent from this kind of thing. He broke away from He Youting's hand and rushed over. The small schoolbag buckled behind her.

Yu Xinghe knelt down on the ground.

She didn't wear a coat, only a loose beige sweater with a soft texture. The sleeves were rolled up, the folds were piled on the elbows, the drain nets on the ground were taken apart, her shoulders sank, and her face was almost on the ground, slender and white. With his arm stretched in and out, a lot of mud has been rubbed against it.

From time to time, the cat's cry came from the water pipe, weak and pitiful.

Probably the arm was not long enough, and the hair was not touched. Suddenly, a tall figure came over, and Yu Xinghe's arm was pulled out with carelessness. There was a hoarse voice in his ear that was unique to early morning, "I'm here."

The man's fingers are slender and beautiful, pinching her small arm, the palm of his hand is warm, and he releases it in just a few seconds.

She was squeezed aside and saw the angular face, the stinky face that hadn't received feedback after reporting her name yesterday.

She pursed her lips quietly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

He Youting took off his coat and stuffed it to Yu Xinghe. The woolen coat was thick and stuffed into a big ball. Yu Xinghe hugged and smelled the faint smell of laundry detergent on his clothes.

He Youting rolled his arms up his sleeves, supported the ground with one hand, and touched the kitten when he went in three fishes and two fishes with the other hand. The kitten screamed sharply, not knowing whether it was pinched by his hands or scratched by something else.

Yu Xinghe blurted out: "You be lighter."

He Youting paused, then turned to look at her, and Xiaomi asked, "Uncle, have you caught it?"

The man turned his head, lowered his body and snorted, his arm gradually retracted, and a small white and gray cat was brought up in his palm.

The wild cat that came from nowhere was stuck in the sewer pipe. It was thin and dirty. Xiaomi wanted to take it with excitement. He Youting raised his hand to a high place, "wash and hug."

Xiaomi pouted, looked up, and uttered, "Uncle, your hands are bleeding."

He Youting glanced sideways. There was a hole under the thumb of his right palm, which was probably pierced by a rock or iron wire below.

He was pretty indifferent, "It's okay."

Two teachers came out and brought the children in. There were only two people left in the yard. Yu Xinghe pointed to his wound, "I have a medicine box, or go to my place to get some medicine."

He Youting glanced at her and raised the cat in his hand, "What about it?"

"Leave it to me." She wanted to take it, and He Youting hid, "Dirty, just tell me where to put it."

Yu Xinghe looked around, went to the corner to turn out a small cardboard box, went in and took out an old mat, and temporarily placed it in the corner of the yard.

He Youting followed her to the piano room.

Yu Xinghe has her own office, but she still stays in the piano room most of the time. He Youting found a seat and sat down, watching her rummaged in the small cabinet, and took out a small medicine box.

She sat opposite him, looking for the disinfectant and ointment inside, "I will give you a simple treatment first. You should go for a tetanus injection when you have time. I don't know if there is rust underneath."

He Youting placed his left hand on the table casually, tapped his index finger on the table, and looked at her faintly.

The scar on the back of his hand was so obvious that he deliberately dangled in front of her eyes.

Yu Xinghe found hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs, but didn't see the same.

She really seemed to have forgotten him.

That winter twelve years ago, they were in the sixth grade of elementary school.

In the first snow of that year, the fluorescence was dazzling, a thick layer fell, the dust was suppressed, and the air seemed to be much better.

The school organizes senior students to sweep snow.

Yu Xinghe's face was red with cold, wearing a knitted hat, a scarf, and thick cotton shoes. She stepped on it with one foot, the snow covered her ankles, and a few pieces of snowflakes leaked into the stockings, cooling the silk, she raised the shovel, a little bit uncomfortable. She: "It's a pity that all such beautiful snow has been cleaned up."

He Youting stood beside her, bending over to work.

This small area was assigned by the teacher to both of them. After he finished scanning, she didn't need to scan it.

"My backyard is more beautiful than here. If you like it, I will take you there." The boy developed late, when he was a little shorter than Yu Xinghe.

Yu Xinghe smiled, his eyes bent like crescent moons.

Not long after, the little girl raised her hand and accidentally knocked the shovel on the back of He Youting's hand. The blood drenched immediately, and she was frightened, teardrops crackling and falling down.

He Youting endured the pain, with a serious face, comforting her with a serious face like a little adult: "It doesn't hurt at all."

He was afraid that the teacher would criticize Yu Xinghe, so he didn't tell the teacher that the two sneaked back to the classroom.

Yu Xinghe pushed him on the chair, "You wait, I'll buy medicine."

He Youting lowered his head, the back of his hand was bleeding.

When he looked up again, the person was gone, and there was a pink hairpin lying on the ground. He picked it up, wiped it off, and put it in his pocket.

Since then, he has never seen her again.

Later, I heard that she was picked up by her family that day and went abroad.

Was walking away crying.

He suddenly felt cold on his hand, and He Youting recovered. Yu Xinghe leaned closer, placing his fingers on his palm lightly, "Don't move, I will clean up the dirty things."

Her fingers were slender and soft, and a bit cold. When he got close, He Youting could smell the unique body scent of the girl, a little bit of toffee.

Yu Xinghe looked down and helped him clean the sludge on the outside of the wound. He changed a cotton swab, soaked it with hydrogen peroxide, and applied it to the wound.

He Youting stared into her eyes.

This girl seems to be different from before. At the end of get out of class, she would run out, jumping rubber bands, pocketing, and plaiding. There was no quiet time.

Probably it's the eighteenth woman.

It's a lot quieter now, and the volume of speech is reduced.

"Alright." Yu Xinghe cut a piece of gauze, simply fixed it to the wound, and raised his head: "It's best not to get wet in these two days."

He Youting retracted his gaze and said, "Thank you."

Yu Xinghe glanced at the time, it was not too early, she walked to the side and took his coat over, and found a few places dirty. The mud on her arm accidentally rubbed it up. She rubbed it slightly with her hands, but didn't get it. Clean, looked up at him: "I'm sorry, my clothes are dirty."

He Youting glanced at her head and didn't care too much: "It's okay."

Yu Xinghe was still a bit sorry, "Why don't I wash it for you." In fact, it was just a polite remark, but he did not expect that he actually agreed: "Okay."

He took out his mobile phone, clicked a few times, transferred to the dial interface and handed it to her: "Enter the phone, notify me after washing, and I will pick it up."

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The day’s meeting was over. It was already five o’clock in the afternoon. The old sister He Siling had already returned. Xiaomi didn’t need He Youting to pick him up. He didn’t worry about leaving get off work. He stayed in the office for a while and received a call from Qin Hao.

Same place.

The person Qin Hao asked about, he himself was late.

When he pushed the door in, He Youting was already inside, and there were a few buddies who often played together.

There is a private room for their fixed use in the Dynasty KTV. A few buddies gather here at intervals. Outside are all human-looking young masters and public figures. There is no special exception for entering the house. You will be fined three cups for being late.

He Youting sat in the corner, with his long legs folded on the low table, half leaning against the sofa, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, his arms casually placed on the backrest behind him, and the whole person looked relaxed and comfortable.

Two years after graduating, he was vigorous and vigorous. He had his own set of rules for doing things. It seemed like a model of success. Only he himself knew what it was like.

The He clan's various people, seemingly peaceful and prosperous, but undercurrents are in fact turbulent. Why does he, a 20-year-old boy, take over a hugely profitable website? Just because the old man likes it?

His lack of real ability is not enough to calm everyone's anger.

Only in front of this group of buddies who have been mixed up since junior high school, can he let go of the tight strings.

Qin Hao was forced to punish him by the crowd. He said that he drove the car, or if he drank a large glass of lemon bitter gourd juice before getting out, squeezed to He Youting's side, speaking with a bitter gourd smell, and elbow him: " What are you thinking about, so absorbed."

He Youting narrowed his eyes slightly, bit the cigarette in his mouth, and said after a while, "I miss a girl."

Qin Hao was taken aback for a moment: "I rely on it? What is the situation, which girl is so powerful and can handle Mr. He."

He Youting smiled faintly, tilted his head and took out the lighter, lit the cigarette, and took a sip. The smoke surrounded his nose and lips, shrouded him in the hazy, it seemed that the whole person was a bit unreal, he said: "Don't tell you."

Qin Hao cursed, and then saw the two scratches on his side face, which were actually not obvious anymore, but He Youting's skin was clean and his complexion was very healthy, not as rough as the elders, so there were some traces.

"What's wrong with you, girl scratching?"

"Fuck off." He rubbed his eyebrows: "The old man smashed his book with a book."

Qin Hao snorted, gloating, "Does he know about that?"

"Um."

Qin Hao rejoiced, "My old man, my body is strong enough to clean up you without ambiguity." He also lit a cigarette for himself, "By the way, you are so merciless and bullish, that man and your second uncle The relationship is very close, now you are determined to offend your second uncle."

He Youting didn't say a word, he extinguished his cigarette after two mouthfuls, and took out the phone and checked WeChat.

For three days, Yu Xinghe didn't contact him. He couldn't hold back at noon today, searched the phone number and added her WeChat, but it hasn't passed yet.

Qin Hao couldn't sit still, and ran over there to sing in a while. He Youting touched the can of beer by himself, and the phone rang after opening it before drinking it.

He Siling is always up and running, and speaks quickly: "Are you busy?"

"No, Dynasty."

He Siling: "That's right. I'm at the cafe in Xinjie. The millet painting class is over for half an hour. It's the one near the Dynasty. You can pick it up for me and send it over. I'll take her back to Grandpa's in the evening."

He Youting put the beer back on the table, "Why don't you go by yourself."

"Meet an old friend, reminisce about the past."

He Siling mysteriously said, "You know, too, you must be happy to see her."

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