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

The words that I dared to say after mustering up enough courage were swallowed back after being interrupted like this.

Quan Yu pretended not to know: "Eat the dumplings, they will get cold later."

Cui Sanning was annoyed in her heart, Third Uncle, you are so annoying.

Do you know what you interrupted?

so stupid!

Quan Yu saw her angrily eating dumplings, his eyes were deep and lingering when she couldn't see him.

How could he not know, but there are some things that she shouldn't say.

Sangsang, just wait, there will be some soon.

He reached out and took away the chopsticks in her hand, and pulled her right hand over.

Cui Sanning didn't know what he was going to do, but he didn't refuse.

Quan Yu's fingertips landed on the cinnabar bracelet on her wrist, and then he took it off again and again.

Revealing the scar that had been covered up. Put your fingertips on it and rub it gently.

Parts that have barely been touched are particularly sensitive.

Cui Sanning couldn't help but wince.

But Quan Yu paused and asked her, "Did it hurt at that time?"

He remembered that after the person was arrested, the interrogation revealed that he had used the knife with the intention of killing her.

If I hadn't arrived, I don't know what I would have done to her.

Cui Sanning watched him stare at his scar and said briskly: "It doesn't hurt now."

At that time, she thought her hand would become useless, but now she is very lucky.

How desperate she would be if she could no longer repair calligraphy and paintings at the age of nineteen.

Quan Yu didn't speak. Cui Sanning saw that his face looked ugly and continued: "I don't care about this scar. I just covered it up because I was afraid that my family would be sad to see it. My mother asked for this bracelet in the temple. "

There are always people who think too much after seeing it.

To avoid trouble, I just covered it up.

I don't know how many times Quan Yu regretted it in his heart. It would have been better if he had found her earlier.

She wouldn't have to suffer these consequences.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the contents.

He opened it under her gaze, took out the new cinnabar bracelet and wrapped it around it, holding her wrist and saying, "Birthday gift."

Cui Sanning was puzzled: "You have given me a bracelet before."

Quan Yu raised the corners of his mouth: "That's not a birthday gift."

Cui Sanning said in her heart, I knew it wasn't your mother's gift.

Quan Yu forgot the lie he had told before, and rubbed his fingertips through the cinnabar bracelet against her scar, explaining: "I made it myself, but I also asked the master to recite sutras and bless it."

"You can wear it interchangeably with the one your mother gave you."

Cui Sanning watched his movements quietly, and then uttered one word: "Okay."

What should I do? I wanted to say the words that he just interrupted again.

Quan Yu put her original bracelet into the box and said, "Eat it. I'll take you home after eating."

Cui Sanning was eating dumplings, and before he knew it, the small jar of sweet-scented osmanthus winter wine had reached its bottom.

Three or four degrees of sweet wine was not intoxicating, so Quan Yu didn't care about her.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he stood up, stretched out his hand towards her and said, "I'll take you home."

Cui Sanning was not drunk, but her face was a little red.

As soon as she got in the car, she leaned her head against the window and looked at the receding buildings outside.

After being silent all the way, Quan Yu thought she was uncomfortable and glanced at her from time to time.

While waiting at the red light, he touched her head: "What's wrong?"

Cui Sanning did not look back at him, but said dullly: "I'm fine, I'm just thinking about something."

Parking the car downstairs, Quan Yu unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car to help her open the door.

"I'll take you up."

In the elevator, Cui Sanning had his hands in his coat pockets, half of his face hidden in his scarf, and his back was leaning against the elevator wall.

Quan Yu stood in front of her, and she looked up at his tall back.

When he arrived at the door, Quan Yu said, "Get some rest early, I'll leave first."

Cui Sanning watched him turn around and mustered up the courage all the way, but suddenly exploded when she saw him turn around and leave.

"Uncle Three."

Quan Yu, who had almost reached the elevator entrance, heard her calling him, stopped and turned around, saying gently: "What's wrong?"

"Do you know how to say "I like you" in Suzhou dialect?"

Quan Yu's hand hanging by his side was slightly bent into a fist, his eyes bottomless.

"I'm happy for you." She said softly but firmly.

When he heard her say this, a voice flashed in Quan Yu's mind, saying: It's over!

Cui Sanning looked at him nervously, clenching her hands because of uneasiness, waiting for his answer in hope and panic.

For a long time, the person opposite remained silent, and the hope in his bright eyes slowly faded away, becoming tinged with grievance.

What does it mean not to speak.

Finally he spoke, his dumb voice filled with helplessness and restraint: "Why are you so disobedient?"

The grievance suddenly overflowed from my heart, and my eyes filled with tears.

Cui Sanning desperately held back her tears and said sorry with a trembling voice.

Turning around, his hand fell on the door lock, wanting to escape from this place.

After the sound, hurried footsteps approached, and a hand held down her hand that was on the door lock, preventing her from entering.

He took her hand and turned her around. Seeing her wet eyes, he said hoarsely: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you crying?"

Cui Sanning looked up at him, his aggrieved voice still wet: "You said it."

The more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved, and tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

Quan Yu held her face, put his fingertips on the corners of his eyes, and wiped away tears: "Isn't that just disobedient?"

"The confession plan I worked so hard to prepare was interrupted by you."

After a pause, he added, "I should be the one to say this."

He stood still aggrievedly, looking at him uncertainly, as if he suspected that he had heard wrongly.

He looked angry just now, and she thought she was being sentimental.

It was the first time that I confessed my love to someone and was ignored for a long time. No little girl could bear it and wouldn't think too much about it.

Unable to hold back, Quan Yu lowered his head and placed his lips on her trembling eyelashes.

He pulled away and asked her, "Do you believe it?"

He rubbed the end of her eyes with his fingertips: "Stop crying, it's dangerous."

Cui Sanning suddenly felt embarrassed, but only for a moment.

Her attention was still on what he just said about his confession plan.

She took a small step back and said seriously: "How about you just pretend that I didn't say anything just now."

Quan Yu chuckled softly and lowered his eyes to look at her face. His eyes moved down to her moist and plump lips. He could still smell the scent of osmanthus wine there. His eyes were dark, like a wild beast locking its prey, greedy and eager. And it is inevitable to win.

He lowered his head and placed the tip of his nose against her forehead slowly, and asked her, "What do you think?"

Intrigued by the strong desire in his eyes, Cui Sanning backed away, pressing his back against the door, reaching behind his back to unlock it, and said in a panic, "I drank too much."

The big palm grabbed her waist without any refusal, and pulled her chest tightly, feeling the softness on her chest, and pressed it against her ear: "Three or four degrees of wine, what nonsense are you talking about?"