I'm scum on Bai Yueguang's head

No matter how reluctant Xie Xingan was, the day to go to Suzhou still came.

"An An!"

The bright silver luxury car stopped at the entrance of the villa, and a woman dressed in exquisite and simple yet extravagant style stepped on high heels and stepped down from the back seat of the car, hugging Xie Xingan who was waiting at the entrance of the villa.

"Oh, has An An grown taller again?" An Zhiyi touched his son's face, thinking that this face is so pretty, and he didn't know who it was.

Then he looked back at his husband who got out of the car a step behind him, and snorted, it was impossible to follow him anyway.

Then you can only follow yourself!

"Mom." Xie Xing'an called out lightly, then glanced at the tall man who was coming, "Dad."

He and his parents haven't seen each other for almost half a year. Although the parents yelled without pressure, they were still a little alienated.

Xie Qin, that is, Xie Xingan's father, nodded towards his son, and stretched out a hand out of habit.

After this action, he himself finds it funny, this is a business deal.

"Old Xie, put away your tricks when you get home!" An Zhiyi slapped off her husband's hand, put her arms around her son's arm and walked into the villa. Xie Qin scratched her head behind her and raised her heels.

As soon as An Zhiyi got home, she looked here and there and touched it, like a guest, not a hostess at all.

But only in this way can she speak a few words with her son whom she doesn't see several times throughout the year, making the atmosphere less embarrassing.

In fact, Xie Xing'an is not bad, although his parents are often away from home, but he is not the lonely and cold only child of a wealthy family as mentioned in various TV dramas, and his relationship with his parents is not very rigid.

It's just that he didn't know what to talk about, so he didn't say anything.

"An An, you're still used to college life." An Zhiyi was peeling an imperial tangerine for Xie Xing'an in a strange way, while looking for topics to talk about.

Xie Xing'an nodded, his mother would ask this question every holiday.

Although he is a sophomore at the beginning of school.

"It's good to get used to it. Parents are not around, you have to learn to take care of yourself." An Zhiyi handed the half-damaged Emperor Mandarin in front of Xie Xingan, took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

Xie Xing'an reached out to take it, but didn't eat it, and stared at the ugly mandarin.

He has taken care of himself for ten years.

Xie Qin sat down on the sofa with a teacup in his hand and asked, "How's your grade?"

"Old thank you!" An knowingly patted her husband reproachfully, "It's already a holiday, so why ask questions?"

"4.2, there's nothing wrong with the insurance research." Xie Xing'an said while holding the mandarin.

"Oh. That's good." Father Xie nodded.

The family of three sat and fell into silence again.

Xie Xingan crossed his feet, clasped his hands between his knees, and stared at the ground without speaking.

An Zhiyi and his wife wanted to chat with their son, but found that they didn't know him at all, and couldn't even find a topic. They were anxious and frustrated at the same time.

I am really incompetent as a mother/dad.

"An'an." An Zhiyi thought for a while and asked, "Did you make any good friends at school?"

Xie Xing'an lowered his eyes and said, "The only grandson of the chairman of the Xue Group, the younger brother of the president of the Lihe Group, and the son of the couple from Qianyuan Pharmaceutical."

All are listed companies.

"These friends can be friends." After Xie Qin finished speaking, his wife pinched him severely, and he gasped.

An Zhiyi quickly said: "An'an, mom and dad don't restrict you from making friends, as long as you get along with them happily, you don't have to force yourself to get along with any kind of people."

"It doesn't matter." Xie Xing'an shook his head. He and Xue Yunlie were indeed similar in personality, and they only knew the situation of each other's family after they got to know each other well.

But Xie Xing'an didn't explain, An Zhiyi thought he was upset, wanted to explain a few words, but couldn't start.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

Just when the situation in the living room was about to reach freezing point, the doorbell of the villa was rang.

An Zhiyi got up and went to open the door, Xie Qin wanted to talk to his son but didn't know how to speak, so he pinched the cup and pretended to drink tea, taking the opportunity to peek at whether his son was getting fat or thin.

Xie Xingan sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of his mother's footsteps going away in a daze, and with the crisp sound of the door opening, he heard An Zhiyi's voice.

"An'an, Xiaohan is here to see you!"

Xie Xing'an stood up from the sofa and looked at the tall figure at the door.

"Brother Han?!"

"Come on, Xiaohan, eat some snacks. My uncle and aunt bought them when they returned to China this time." An Zhiyi put the brewed black tea and the freshly taken snacks on the coffee table, "Xiaoan also eats."

Just now, her mind was so full of sons that she forgot about dim sum.

Fu Tinghan thanked him, stretched out his hand to take a piece, didn't eat it, but handed it to Xie Xingan beside him first.

Xie Xingan looked at the dim sum lying on the cold white wide palm, reached out to take it, and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" An Zhiyi asked hurriedly.

This dessert is filled with mango. It is not the kind of blended mango jam, but fresh mango. The shelf life is not long, but the taste is very fresh.

Xie Xing'an hummed, Fu Tinghan also tasted a piece, smiled and nodded.

"As long as you like it, Xiaohan will bring some back to your parents later, there are still many at Auntie's house." An Zhiyi said.

Fu Tinghan was very good at getting along with adults, so he nodded: "Then thank you uncle and aunt first."

An Zhiyi looked at the two children with a smile, and at the same time, out of the corner of her eye, she landed on the Emperor Tangerine that Xie Xing'an had left untouched, and sighed softly.

Fu Tinghan chatted with Xie's father and mother a lot. From Xie Xingan's basic necessities of life to studying and competing, he remembered almost all the little habits and details. An Zhiyi and Xie Qin's eyes widened when they heard it, and they wished they could get a notebook. Memorize all the "test points".

Xie Xing'an was also a little distracted while listening. Brother Han really remembered everything, even he disliked the size label on the back of the clothes and scratched his skin, so he had to cut that label off every time.

He decided to pour a glass of water to calm himself down and stop thinking about it.

After Xie Xing'an left, both husband and wife started to complain to Fu Tinghan.

"Hey, our husband and wife are busy outside from the beginning to the end of the year, and we don't have time to accompany An'an." Xie Qin sighed while holding his eyebrows.

An Zhiyi also said: "Yes, I have suffered for this child for so many years."

"Uncle and aunt are busy with their careers, so this is helpless." Fu Tinghan smiled and comforted the two of them, "Actually, my parents are also quite busy, and Xiao An is also good at taking care of herself. Your second eldest can rest assured."

The two looked at each other with emotion, and An Zhiyi said: "Xiaohan, uncle and aunt have a heartless request, and I want to ask you."

"Auntie, tell me." Fu Tinghan said with a thought.

"You also know that uncles and aunts can't go home several times a year, and we don't know much about An An's situation." An Zhiyi sighed, "This child has been clinging to you since he was a child, and even during the rebellious period, he only listened to you .”

"So, we want to entrust you to take care of An An in college for the past few years." An Zhiyi said this with embarrassment, and added, "Uncle and aunt have no other intentions, just want to ask you, we also know Xiao Han You have reached the age of falling in love, if..."

"It's okay." Fu Tinghan interrupted An Zhiyi's words.

An Zhiyi looked at him in surprise.

"It's okay, I'm willing." Fu Tinghan smiled, and there seemed to be a different emotion in his smile, "Take care of Xiao An."

If possible, he hopes that this care is not limited to the four years of college.

He also wanted to take care of Xie Xingan for the rest of his life.

An Zhiyi and Xie Qin didn't expect things to go so smoothly, they were overjoyed and insisted on letting Fu Tinghan stay for dinner.

While the two adults were away, Xie Xing'an, who returned after pouring water, stretched out his hand to pull Fu Tinghan's clothes.

"Xiao An?" Fu Tinghan leaned slightly, leaning his ear to Xie Xingan's side, "What's wrong?"

He had a smile on his face, every time he got closer, Xie Xing'an could almost count Fu Tinghan's slender eyelashes.

And Xie Xing'an especially liked Fu Tinghan's action of listening to him seriously from the bottom of his heart.

This made him feel that the person in front of him thought he was important.

"Brother Han, isn't he busy with a project?" Xie Xing'an asked, why did he come to his house suddenly.

Fu Tinghan pursed his lips and smiled, "Xiao An won't welcome you, right?"

"How could it be!" Xie Xing'an immediately denied, but it was just a little unexpected.

Fu Tinghan rubbed his head, "I was worried that you wouldn't eat dinner so I asked to come and see, but I didn't expect my uncle and aunt to come back."

There was another reason, which Fu Tinghan didn't mention.

Xie Xingan is going to Suzhou tomorrow, and he wants to stay with Xie Xingan for a while longer.

"Then, since they're back, won't you come?" Xie Xing'an asked softly.

Fu Tinghan's eyes were bent, as if there were broken stars under the light, making him look even more charming.

"As long as Xiaoan needs me, I will come."

Xie Xing'an didn't say anything after hearing this, but quietly lowered his head.

Under the shadow of the light, Fu Tinghan could clearly see the corners of Xie Xingan's lips curled up quietly.

After dinner, Xie Xing'an sent Fu Tinghan out.

He was a little disappointed. He thought Brother Han would stay with him for a while, but he was about to leave after dinner.

"Xiao An."

Xie Xingan raised his head.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll come back after I get my clothes." Fu Tinghan leaned against the door frame, with the moonlight behind his back, and looked at Xie Xing'an with a smile.

Xie Xing'an stretched out his hand to hold him: "Take the clothes?"

"Well, uncle and aunt told me to stay for one night. It just so happens that my parents are not at home tonight, and isn't Xiao An leaving tomorrow?" Fu Tinghan looked as usual, looked at Xie Xingan with a surprised expression, and added, " By the way, help Xiao An do some ideological work."

"What ideological work?" Xie Xing'an vaguely guessed something.

Fu Tinghan pondered for a while: "Uncle and aunt said that Xiao An doesn't seem to want to go to Suzhou."

Of course Xie Xingan didn't want to.

"Then I'll be back soon?" Fu Tinghan said.

Xie Xing'an nodded and watched Fu Tinghan go out.

As for the two living very close together, there's no need for Fu Tinghan to run around with his clothes, he can come here after taking a shower...

Xie Xingan didn't think about it at all.

Fu Tinghan pretended not to remember.

"An An."

Xie Xing'an turned his head and saw his mother hiding behind the cabinet in the entrance, looking at him.

"Has Xiaohan gone back?" An Zhi asked.

Xie Xingan nodded, walked over.

An Zhiyi nervously watched her son walking towards her, and the next moment, she fell into a warm embrace.

"Thank you, Mommy!" Xie Xingan said with a smile.

An Zhiyi stayed where she was until Xie Xingan went upstairs and returned to her room, then mechanically raised her hand and pinched her own face.

Then she rushed back to the master bedroom and threw herself into the arms of her husband on the bed.

"What's wrong?" Xie Qin looked at his hyperactive wife.

An Zhiyi's eyes sparkled: "An An just took the initiative to hug me!"

"What!" Xie Qin's long and narrow eyes widened.

Once again, the couple dived into the conversation about how adorable their son is.

In Xie Xing'an's room, Fu Tinghan was sitting on the rattan chair by the bay window, looking at the moonlight outside the window.

Behind him was the faint sound of a shower, and the drops of water fell on the marble floor, sometimes light and heavy, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent.

Fu Tinghan looked at the sky, and really wanted to turn around and say something to the person he had on top of his heart.

The moonlight is really beautiful tonight.

The door of the bathroom was opened from the inside, and Xie Xing'an came out wearing a silk pajamas, the fabric reflected the moonlight coming in from the window, and there were small stars printed on it.

"Brother Han, I'm done washing." Xie Xing'an wiped his wet hair with a towel, and sat on another wicker chair next to Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan said hello, and took his clothes into the bathroom.

Before entering the door, he turned around and reminded him as usual: "Xiao An, remember to blow-dry your hair."

With his back turned to him, Xie Xing'an rolled his eyes, and after hearing the sound of the bathroom door being latched, he threw away the towel in his hand, and his half-wiped hair was hanging wetly by his ears.

As for why the Xie family is so big and there are so many guest rooms, Xie Xing'an and Fu Tinghan still use one bedroom.

This is another question that no one takes the initiative to ask.

Anyway, I had an experience in a hotel before!

About half an hour later, Fu Tinghan came out of the bathroom with the same refreshing grapefruit body wash scent as Xie Xingan.

His eyes fell on the towel beside him, he looked at Xie Xingan's wet hair, and said nothing.

Xie Xing'an didn't hear Fu Tinghan's gentle voice in the past, and he couldn't help being a little nervous when he said with a smile why he didn't wipe his hair.

At this moment, the top of the hair suddenly softened.

The towel, which he had left aside in the cold, fell on top of his head again, held by both hands, and gently wiped the wet hair.

Xie Xing'an pursed his lips, and Fu Tinghan continued his movements. One of them looked down at the person in front of his arms, and the other looked at the tall figure in the glass through the window in front of him.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped, and Fu Tinghan rubbed the ends of his hair that were still warm.

"Xiao An went to bed early."

To Fu Tinghan's surprise, Xie Xing'an did not lie down on the bed after standing up, but walked behind him.

Two small and soft hands climbed onto his shoulders from behind, and pressed Fu Tinghan onto the seat.

Xie Xing'an reached for the hair dryer and turned it on.

The air from the hair dryer was very hot, and Xie Xingan's face was also very hot.

Fu Tinghan was stunned for a while, then let out a chuckle.

The voice echoed in the night, and the hearts of the two teenagers coincided with ripples.

Xie Xing'an repeated the movements of his hands almost mechanically, standing on the spot without even moving a step, until his hands were held backwards.

"It's done." Fu Tinghan turned around and stood up.

Fu Tinghan's body temperature slowly spread along the touching palms, and Xie Xingan looked at him blankly.

When he was young, Fu Tinghan was like this too, sitting with him on the carpet in the bedroom.

Outside the opened curtains are the lights of thousands of houses. Looking from a distance, one can see faint figures, bustling, crowded, and full of popularity.

His home was empty and cold.

Only this person in front of him, like a warm candle that appeared in a child's lonely night, with light and nostalgic temperature, was burned in Xie Xing'an's memory.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was whistling, Xie Xingan lay on his side on the bed with the quilt rolled up, feeling a little overwhelmed.

His mind is full of words now.

Brother Han's hand is so comfortable to hold.

He had imagined the scene of holding hands with Fu Tinghan countless times in his mind.

Now that it has come true, although it is only for a short moment, Xie Xing'an can be sure that he is a bit addicted.

The palm of his hand was warm and cold, with a little callus. The fingertips holding his hand were soft, but with a bit of masculine strength.

Full of security.

He was indulging in the memory of the short-term tactile sensation just now, when suddenly that feeling reappeared.

Only, this time it was on the waist.

Xie Xing'an's back immediately went numb, and he didn't even dare to look at Fu Tinghan, his hands and feet tensed instantly, and his heart beat faster.

"Although it's hot, you still have to be careful not to catch a cold in your stomach." Fu Tinghan said softly, pinching the hem of Xie Xingan's pajamas with his fingertips, covering the exposed slender waist.

Looking at the covered spring scenery, Fu Tinghan felt a lot better.

God knows how deadly Xie Xingan's appearance of revealing his lower back and showing his back to him unsuspectingly is.

Xie Xing'an mumbled, turned over and lay on his back on the bed, and glanced in Fu Tinghan's direction.

"Sleeping?" Fu Tinghan reached out to turn off the wall lamp, and darkness immediately swept every corner of the room.

"Sweet dream, Xiaoan."

"Brother Han, good night."

Xie Xing'an closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, and when the sound of breathing in his ears gradually subsided, he quietly opened his eyes.

Fu Tinghan's sleeping face was very calm, with his face slightly sideways, Xie Xing'an looked at him so closely, he couldn't find words to describe his face for a while.

I can only spit out the word "good-looking" in my heart like an illiterate.

Xie Xing'an recalled the sight he saw just before turning off the lights, and based on his memory, he slowly stretched out a hand.

He didn't expect much, even if it was just touching Fu Tinghan's with his fingertips lightly, he would be satisfied.

But Xie Xing'an only moved a little before he touched a warm hand.

This position is wrong!

Xie Xing'an was a little dazed, and before he could figure out what was going on, his hand moved a little quietly, and put a palm that was one size smaller than his own into it. The movement was so light that Xie Xing'an didn't notice anything wrong at all.

Ten fingers crossed lightly, but they didn't clenched tightly.

Xie Xingan's ears warmed up, thinking he had misremembered the location, and anxiously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Fu Tinghan suddenly uttered a low sleepy whisper.

He immediately froze and didn't dare to move, for fear of waking Fu Tinghan.

It was that feeling again.

Reassuring, but also greedy.

Xie Xingan took a deep breath, closed his eyes in the dark night, and his hand was "forced" to fall into Fu Tinghan's palm.

While Xie Xingan calmed down nervously, he didn't notice that the "sleeping" person next to him quietly raised the corners of his lips in a place where he could not see.

"An'an, come and have breakfast!" An Zhiyi, sitting at the dining table, saw her son coming down from the stairs, and immediately waved to him.

"Morning, parents." Xie Xingan greeted and sat down at the dining table.

When he saw Fu Tinghan smiling beside him, he shook his hands quietly.

"Morning Brother Han."

Xie Qin reached out to take a sandwich from his wife, and kissed An Zhiyi's cheek.

Xie Xing'an noticed that the corners of his parents' eyes were slightly black.

Indeed, Xie Qin and his wife didn't sleep well last night.

An Zhiyi was hugged by her son, so excited that she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Xie Papa is sour.

The last time the son called mommy, not daddy.

This time the son hugged Mommy, not Daddy.

Wronged.

"Didn't sleep well?" Xie Xingan asked casually.

"It's okay." An Zhiyi said immediately, "How about An'an, how did you sleep? It's all my fault. I forgot that you and Xiaohan are big children. I still think about how you were when you were young, and forgot to prepare the guest room. Think I'm afraid of waking you up after I wake up, I'm really old..."

She smiled apologetically, and reached out to pour Xie Xingan a glass of milk.

"It's okay, Xiao An sleeps very well." Fu Tinghan smiled and comforted her, and at the same time winked at An Zhiyi, and glanced at the pumpkin and millet porridge in the stew pot.

Xie Xing'an's stomach was not good before, so drinking some millet porridge is better for his stomach.

An Zhiyi immediately understood, and glanced at Fu Tinghan gratefully, put down the cup, and filled a bowl of millet porridge for his son.

Xie Xing'an was still thinking about Fu Tinghan's saying "Xiao'an sleeps very well".

When he woke up, Fu Tinghan was no longer in the bedroom, and he didn't know when he left.

So, did Brother Han see the hands they were holding last night?

Or did I pull my hand back in the middle of the night?

When Xie Xingan was struggling, he gently put down a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge in front of him.

He raised his head and glanced, "Thank you, Mom."

An Zhiyi pinched her husband excitedly, and looked at Fu Tinghan with excited eyes.

Fu Tinghan smiled, and also winked at Xie Qin who was "waiting to be fed".

Custard bun.

"Thank you, Dad." Xie Xingan looked at the custard buns on the plate and the pumpkin and millet porridge on the side, and looked across the table in doubt.

The couple, who were so excited that they were squeezing each other's palms under the table, immediately sat up straight, as if nothing had happened.

Xie Xing'an looked at the calm two people and became even more suspicious.

When did his parents know what he likes?

Fu Tinghan was eating breakfast gracefully beside him, hiding his achievements and fame.

Xie Xing'an took a sip of millet porridge, and another bite of custard bun, looking at Fu Tinghan with probing eyes.

Sensing the gaze from the side, Fu Tinghan put down the spoon in his hand and turned his head.

"Slept well last night?"

Xie Xing'an let out a soft ah, quickly looked away, lowered his head to drink millet porridge, and nodded slightly, "Where's Brother Han?"

"I also slept well." Fu Tinghan said with a smile.

"Hey, you two children have had such a good relationship since childhood." An Zhiyi looked at the two of them with a smile, just like looking at her own two sons.

Fu Tinghan chatted with her a few words and made Xie's mother very happy.

Xie Xing'an looked over and saw Fu Tinghan blinking at him.

Brother Han really has a way of dealing with adults.

The ipad that An Zhiyi put aside suddenly rang, and several people looked at it one after another.

"Oh, that's right!" An Zhiyi put down the chopsticks in his hand, dragged the chair to pick an angle, and pointed the flat screen at the people at the table.

"Xiao Han, Auntie will introduce you. Their family should be familiar with yours. Do you know the surname Su?" An Zhiyi said with a smile.

Fu Tinghan narrowed his eyes slightly, vaguely anticipating something.

Immediately afterwards, Su Qingzhou's face appeared on the screen.

"Hello Uncle Xie, hello Aunt An, I'm Qingzhou." Su Qingzhou greeted An Zhiyi and his wife, and then found Xie Xingan who was behind his sight, and his dog-like smile grew a little bigger, "Xiao An Good morning brother!"

Of course, Su Qingzhou also saw Fu Tinghan who was sitting next to his "Brother Xiao'an" and who had been "fated" several times.

The two looked at each other, and their expressions immediately turned cold.

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