Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Duan Qiongyu continued what he had just said: "I have that book, but it's at your third uncle's place now. I'll tell him that you go to his house to get it."

The person on the phone hesitated for a while and then said a nice word.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Qiongyu handed the phone back to Su Mubai, smiling to himself. He was so sleepy that someone sent him a pillow. Quan San, I sent it to you, so don't be timid anymore.

Thinking of his former self, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, otherwise... he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Kowloon Mansion Villa.

Cui Sanning looked up at Quan Yu.

Trying his best to calm his violently beating heart, Quan Yu walked downstairs with a normal expression and stood two or three steps away from her: "Why are you here?"

Cui Sanning's eyes flashed with confusion. Didn't fourth brother Duan tell him?

After explaining, Cui Sanning apologized: "I thought fourth brother had told you."

Knowing that Duan Si deliberately helped him, Quan Yuping said naturally: "He may have forgotten."

After saying that, he turned around and walked upstairs: "The book is up there, follow me."

Cui Sanning didn't pay attention just now, but now she noticed that his voice was a little hoarse.

He raised his feet and followed him into the study.

The study room was very large, with several rows of bookshelves and a large collection of books. Cui Sanning turned his eyes and saw the picture "The Drunkard's Intent" hanging on the wall.

Quan Yu turned around and saw her looking at the painting in a daze, with a faint smile in her voice: "What? Don't you know her?"

Cui Sanning shook his head: "Remember."

This painting was badly damaged when I first got it, and it took a lot of time and complicated processes to restore it to what it looks like now.

Every time I see the splendid civilization reproduced in my own hands, I feel very satisfied and proud of myself.

He moved his eyes away from the painting and looked at Quan Yu, wanting him to give the book to him, but saw that he was half-leaning on the bookshelf with no intention of taking the book.

Just as she was hesitating how to speak, she suddenly heard him calling her

"Sangsang?"

"Huh?" She responded subconsciously, but later realized that she was calling Sangsang and looked at him blankly.

Every time he spoke, his throat hurt like a knife, but Quan Yu didn't care at all and looked straight at her: "Why do you, Duan Si and Xie Jiu, call you brother, but I only call you sir?"

In fact, he wanted to ask more why he was so close to others but only reserved and polite to himself.

Cui Sanning didn't expect him to ask this. He asked straightforwardly and looked at her with deep eyes, as if he was bound for an answer.

The fingers hanging by his side unconsciously twisted the hem of the light blue skirt. He seemed to be asking casually, but his straight eyes were intimidating.

After a while, knowing that he had to give him an explanation today, Cui Sanning organized his words: "I thought you didn't like me very much."

Pretending to be relaxed: "Besides, I grew up in Suzhou, and I'm actually not familiar with you, so my third uncle is suspected of having a relationship."

As for Xie Jiuan and Duan Qiongyu, she dared not say that the sense of oppression from the superiors in them made her have reservations. No one liked to establish an intimate relationship with such people.

She only makes friends with people who make her feel comfortable, and she doesn't seem to be free in front of him.

After saying this, the study fell into silence, and Cui Sanning passively waited for his reaction.

The hoarse voice broke the silence: "Six years ago, I left overnight not because you offended me, nor because I didn't like you. I can't tell you the specific reason now."

"So the first reason you mentioned doesn't hold true."

The opposite of dislike is like. Quan Yu stood up straight and approached her, standing two steps away from her.

"As for the second one, you are Mu Bai's sister, and you can call me uncle better than anyone else."

"This reason is not valid either."

Cui Sanning looked at him. She seemed to understand the meaning of his words. The third uncle was not called as a descendant of the Su family, but as Su Mubai's sister.

He knew her concerns, she didn't want to have anything to do with the Su family.

This time it was Quan Yu who was waiting for her answer, with a dark look of hope in his eyes. His heart was far more uneasy than what appeared on his face. He was not omnipotent, especially when it came to making her like him.

He has never liked anyone, and he doesn't know how to express it. His knowledge in this area is very poor.

But he knew that at least she would no longer be so alienated from him.

Cui Sanning looked up at him. Among northerners, she seemed a bit short.

Quan Yu looked at her face nervously. Suddenly, he saw her eyebrows were smiling, the corners of her mouth were raised, her teeth were slightly exposed, and she was soft and well-behaved: "Third Uncle."

The raised chest was finally released. Quan Yu stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly walked past her towards the door: "I'll get you a drink."

"Just take a look."

The door of the study room was closed, and Quan Yu leaned against the door, out of sight of her, with a face full of spring breeze, like a young boy.

Take a deep breath, Sangsang, we have a long way to go.

Quan Yu came in with milk. Cui Sanning was standing in front of the bookshelf and reading the books. His eyes were full of surprise and envy. He had many books that she had been looking for for a long time but could not find.

Looking up, I suddenly saw a scroll on the shelf. What is this?

Thinking it was some kind of ancient calligraphy and painting, Cui Sanning had no resistance to these things and stood on tiptoes to take them down and take a look.

Quan Yu put the milk on the table. When he turned around, he saw her movements and saw clearly what she wanted to get, and immediately stepped forward quickly.

As soon as Cui Sanning's hand touched the scroll, there was a warm feeling from behind, and his big hand pressed her hand firmly.

His movements were hurried and hurried. Although he slowed down when he got closer, he couldn't bear it and still had inertia. The contact was only brief. Quan Yu quickly opened the distance between the two and took away the food on the shelf. painting.

After Wen Re left, Cui Sanning slowly turned around and leaned against the bookshelf, with the fear still in her eyes.

Everyone's reaction to being frightened is different. Some people yell, some are dumbfounded. Cui Sanning belongs to the latter. She was very frightened just now.

At this moment, she looked up at Quan Yu blankly.

The soft and slender touch on his chest seemed to be burning his heart. Quan Yu raised the scroll in his hand and explained, "You can't look at this."

After thinking for a while, he changed his mind and said, "We can't watch it now."

The fright in his eyes dissipated, Cui Sanning asked: "Can I watch it in the future?"

She still feels that it must be a great treasure.

Amused by the curious inquiry in her eyes, Quan Yu smiled and said, "We'll see how you behave in the future."

A real smile appeared on her little face, with a charm that she didn't even know she had: "Thank you, uncle."

Quan Yu put the painting back up, turned around and walked towards the desk. Cui Sanning followed him, looking back at the painting on the shelf reluctantly: "Uncle Third, which dynasty is it from?"

"Which master does it belong to?"

Quan Yu smiled but didn't answer, his heart was filled with joy. It's your third uncle's masterpiece in the 21st century.

He stopped abruptly, and Cui Sanning, who was following him, didn't notice for a moment and bumped into him without restraint.