I'm scum on Bai Yueguang's head

Seeing Xie Xing'an's words, Fu Tinghan's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

All night to yourself?

Is that right, you can do anything...

Xie Xing'an hadn't realized what he said, and was still immersed in the happiness of being able to go out to dinner with Fu Tinghan tonight. He didn't even think about whether his words were ambiguous, whether they would misunderstand the person opposite to a heartbeat.

The two made an appointment to meet at night. Xie Xing'an looked at the time and planned to take a bath. He had to dress up tonight before meeting Fu Tinghan.

"Brother Han seems to like the smell last time..." Xie Xing'an pondered for a while with his fingertips in his mouth, and picked out the whole set of grapefruit-scented shampoo, hair mask, and shower gel, even the plastic packaging. The fresh and bright orange-red color makes people feel energetic when they look at it.

The phone on the desk rang.

Xie Xingan, who was walking towards the bathroom with his clothes in his arms, stopped, glanced at the table from a distance, and saw the notes on it clearly.

After a while, he came back from the bathroom empty-handed.

The phone is still ringing.

Not answering or hanging up for 20 seconds seems to be a very important thing.

"Hey, Mom."

"Baby, are you on vacation?" An Zhiyi didn't hear his son's voice for a long time, and he missed him very much.

Xie Xingan hummed sullenly, "I just finished my high math class this afternoon."

"Then remember to do your homework. You can only rely on yourself in college, and your parents can't see your situation." An Zhiyi said gently.

Xie Xing'an said hello, and looked outside the balcony of the dormitory.

He didn't have any advanced math class this afternoon.

But forget it, get used to it.

"Mom, what do you want from me? Just tell me." Xie Xing'an knew that his parents were busy and would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, so he was also in a hurry to take a shower and wash his hair, not wanting to waste the time of both parties.

An Zhiyi obviously paused, and then smiled: "An An, do you still remember your Uncle Su's family?"

"Su..." Xie Xing'an thought for a while, "Over there in Jiangsu, is that the one who owns real estate and sells silk at home?"

"Yes, it's them." An Zhiyi said immediately.

Xie Xingan: "What's wrong?"

"There is a son in their family, who is one year younger than you. In the past two months, he transferred to the No. [-] Middle School where you are studying, and he is in the third year of high school. They say that he is a bit out of control in his studies."

Xie Xing'an listened indifferently with his eyes downcast, reached out to take a figurine of "The Feather of Heaven" given to him by Fu Tinghan from the cabinet next to him, and played with it, and became a little more patient.

"You also know that the third year of high school is very important. It's only a few months before the college entrance examination." An Zhiyi said, "Xiao An, if you have time, why don't you talk to him?"

Xie Xingan pressed his phone to his ear in silence, and after a long time spit out a word: "Okay."

"Okay! Then mom will send your WeChat to Uncle Su in a while, and you have a good chat with their children." An Zhiyi said a few more words to be careful not to catch a cold in the spring, then hung up the phone and went to work on business matters .

Xie Xing'an put the phone aside, turned and went into the bathroom.

In fact, he wasn't too unhappy, after all, he was used to the way his parents stayed around from the beginning to the end of the year, never entering the house three times.

But not around, more or less feel a little strange.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

It should be that junior... Xie Xing said in relief.

In the end, he picked up his phone and found that it was Fu Tinghan.

Immediately he lost all other thoughts, Xie Xingan hurriedly clicked into the small window.

[H: Is Xiaoan going to wear those Nikes tonight? ]

[☆: Yes! ]

[H: That together? ]

[☆: Good! ]

Fifteen minutes later, Xie Xing'an came out of the bathroom with the aroma of grapefruit all over his body. After drying his hair according to Fu Tinghan's instructions, he began to rummage through the cabinets to find clothes.

I wore this one when I met Brother Han last week...

This one is from last year...

Brother Han doesn't seem to wear red clothes very much...

Xie Xingan rummaged through it, only thinking that none of them were good, and was a little irritable when he saw a white sleeve protruding from the bottom of the wardrobe.

Um?How come this seems to have never been seen.

Xie Xing'an pulled the dress out from under the other clothes, and saw that it was a white hooded short-sleeved sweater with a colorful ink smudge print printed in the middle of the dress.

Seeing this piece, Xie Xingan remembered it, it was given to him by his mother during the Chinese New Year, Xie Xingan didn’t remember what An Zhiyi said at the time, it seemed like who had the same style?

It seems that some star has the same style or something?At that time, it was said that it was like six or seven thousand pieces.

Xie Xing'an took it and didn't care, he just threw it into the suitcase and brought it back to school.

Moreover, his parents never accompanied him to buy clothes or anything, they basically paid for it, and the size they bought probably wasn't right.

But looking at the clothes, Xie Xing'an was silent for a while, and put them on anyway.

Unexpected fit.

The time was coming, and he didn't care too much. He looked in the mirror and thought it seemed to be pretty good. He was a little surprised by his mother's eyes.

He slipped on a pair of slacks, put on the same pair of Nikes as Fu Tinghan, and went out.

Xie Xingan looked down at his phone and walked all the way to the north gate of the school.

Along the way, he felt something was wrong.

It seems that many people are talking about him.

There are quite a few people who usually stare at Xie Xingan. After all, he is good-looking, and he will feel better if he looks at him twice a day.

But Xie Xing'an's character is not very easy to get close to, everyone is watching secretly, even if they want to discuss it, they go too far to discuss it, how can it be like today.

And from the constant flow of people, Xie Xingan also discovered a pattern.

Almost all the people who whispered about him came from the direction of the north gate.

Xie Xing'an was puzzled, and there was a sudden warmth between his brows.

When he turned his head, he saw Fu Tinghan smiling at him, his slender and cold index finger gently tapping the center of his brow.

"You still look at your phone while walking, aren't you afraid of falling?"

Xie Xing'an put the phone into the pocket of the sweater, raised his face and smiled sweetly, and his voice softened a bit, "Brother Han!"

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he stared at Fu Tinghan in front of him and was stunned.

At the same time, I also understood why those passers-by just stared at him.

As they agreed, Fu Tinghan wore the same pair of Nikes on his feet, and he also took good care of the shoes without any trace of dirt.

Apart from the shoes, the trousers are seven to eight minutes alike. They are all black casual cropped trousers, revealing a sexy and thin ankle bone.

But the most important thing is that Fu Tinghan's white printed sweater dyed with colored ink is exactly the same as the one on him except for the size!

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