693. Chapter 693 The Confessions of a Foot-Picking Man 8
She looked at it and said, "Xiaoya, you make the decision."
Xu Xiaoya was surprised.
She explained: "I'm going to the United States."
Xu Xiaoya was startled: "Didn't you say you wouldn't go until August? Why are you going so early?"
"It's getting late, so I think it doesn't matter if you go a little earlier. After all, you're going to an unfamiliar place, so go early and get used to it."
"Are you going alone?"
She laughed and said, "It's not like you're going to study for anything else, why are so many people going together?"
"Third Young Master won't accompany you?"
Xu Xiaoya immediately became nervous: "Xixi, you haven't been out before. It's not possible to walk so far alone. It's better to let Third Young Master take you there..."
She said as if nothing had happened: "You underestimate me too much. Do I need someone to accompany me when I go to school? These days, are you still afraid of getting lost? Well, I have to prepare my luggage for leaving these days. The store is here
It’s all up to you.”
"Tell me... How about I accompany you? It's better for two of you. Although I can't help you much, I can at least give you courage."
"fool!"
She patted Xu Xiaoya's hand and said with a smile: "You have to run your business well. Harvard tuition is very expensive, and various expenses are also huge. In the past few years of studying, I have to rely on you to support me. You have a big responsibility.
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Xu Xiaoya also laughed: "Don't worry, I promise to run it well so that you can have enough food and clothing."
When the taxi stopped at the gate of the community, Yan Xixi happened to see another sprinkler truck roaring past.
She burst into laughter.
I couldn't help but take out my phone and look at it again. Then I paused for a moment, but I still blocked the "foot-picking guy".
When she raised her head again, she saw Wang Donglin standing in front of her.
This time, he was much neater, he had shaved his beard, and his expression was no longer haggard. He wore a snow-white shirt and regained his former graceful demeanor. She suddenly felt a little heartbeat and stood there slowly.
"Carefully..."
His voice was surprisingly gentle.
He stretched out his hand, and she was about to retract it, but somehow she let him hold it.
Inside the house, nothing has changed.
Wang Donglin stood on the terrace and breathed in the summer air comfortably. However, the exposure in the past few days could not even bring fresh breath to such a lush forest park, making it look very dull and depressing.
In the kitchen, there was the sound of boiling water, and then the aroma of coffee spread in the air. After a while, Yan Xixian came out with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of him: "Drink."
He picked up the coffee and took a sip. He always felt that something was wrong. After finishing the cup of coffee, he suddenly realized that something was wrong: it was polite!
She was extremely polite to him.
So polite that it's almost alienating.
Just like in the first two years of being together, whenever he came home from a trip, she would always be respectful. However, she called him "Mr. Wang" at that time - now, she doesn't call him anything.
She no longer insists on calling her a "foot-picking big man".
"Xixi, have you had dinner?"
She didn't answer but asked: "Are you hungry?"
"A little hungry."
"I'm going to make some side dishes for you. Just sit down for a while and I'll make them soon."
He wanted to stop her, but he still didn't speak.
In less than an hour, the food was served. Rice from the rice cooker, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a seaweed soup. She served the rice and still said respectfully: "Eat it."
He sat opposite her, enjoying the long-lost meal time between the two of them.
