The Most Beautiful Years Met You 【Fifteen】Don't look like that next time
When she was about to get up, the sleeping man suddenly opened his eyes, and his slightly distracted gaze was fixed on her face.
The two looked at each other.
Ye Hehuan was surprised that he was not asleep. Thinking about his words and deeds just now, his face turned red as if burning.
For a moment I forgot how to react.
Just like this, under the orange light, leaning on the long lounge chair, staring at him with big eyes.
She even smelled a strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of tobacco, as if lingering in her mouth and nose.
Yu Zhongxiao lay on the chair, maintaining the original posture, looking at her quietly.
His eyes lost the confusion they had when they first opened, and became a little tipsy. There was no smile or judgment on his face, he just looked at her quietly.
The cigarette between his fingers has burned down to the butt.
The light white ash fell off and scattered on the shag carpet.
Ye Hehuan's mind flashed back to the scene when she gave the military green Wrangler her middle finger that night. Under his calm and deep gaze, her disguise seemed to have nowhere to hide. From now on, she could no longer do whatever she wanted. She couldn't
I like the feeling of being held by someone.
And this person will watch her various performances like a monkey show, and may still despise her and laugh at her in his heart.
She was at an age where she refused to admit defeat in anything and was unwilling to be controlled by others. Thinking of his cold demeanor at the door of the funeral home and his indifferent appearance in the car, the little bit of shame in her heart began to sprout and gradually turned into a boldness.
Weird emotions.
She pinched the quilt with her slender fingers and pulled it up. She smiled and said, "Uncle, if you sleep here, don't cover yourself with a quilt. You may catch a cold."
Ye Hehuan did not take his hand back immediately.
As if inadvertently, cold fingers reached in through the gap between the quilt and the couch, covering the man's solid and warm chest, and said innocent words: "The weather is really cold, uncle, you
Why don’t you turn on the air conditioner?”
She raised her head to look at him and found that he was staring deeply at her.
He didn't speak, and he no longer shook her hand away as he had done a few days ago. This change was different from what she expected.
There was a faint panic in her heart, and she wanted to withdraw her hand immediately, but the real situation was - she didn't do that, and the smile on her lips became even brighter: "Sister-in-law Tang said you went out to dinner with friends, what kind of friends are they?
, you were drunk and couldn’t drive, did they send you back?”
Yu Zhongxiao's eyes were calm and he didn't say a word, looking at her intently.
He might be waiting for her to retreat, waiting for her to realize the shame of her behavior, waiting for her to run away in the next second.
This panic unexpectedly turned into stubbornness.
She looked at him without fear.
His hands slid up and down along the buttons of his shirt, and he penetrated through the collar. There was no longer any barrier, and his slightly cool palms pressed against his muscular chest with clear texture.
She locked her eyes with his, trying to see the panic that made her proud.
"Uncle, your body is so hot, is it fever?" She had a worried look on her face, but her hands were restlessly rubbing back and forth.
When her fingertips swept over the small particles, she became nervous and bent her fingers slightly.
Yu Zhongxiao's profound black eyes stared directly at the unscrupulous girl in front of him.
Her eyes were a little evasive, her damp long hair was spread around her waist, slightly curled, and a little messy, making her cheeks white and rosy. Her lips were reddish, and the corners of her lips were curved, half true and half false.
With a sarcastic smile, there was a faint floral fragrance of shampoo and shower gel in her hair and body...
She was wearing long pants and long-sleeved sportswear, with a high collar that even covered her neck, for fear of being taken advantage of.
But she does look pretty.
Late at night, in this room with no third person, this realization suddenly popped into Yu Zhongxiao's mind, directly and without any cover-up.
It purely belongs to the way men look at women.
He attributed this to the chain reaction of being drunk. His temples began to swell and hurt again, and he suddenly grabbed her errant hand through the quilt.
"Ah~" Ye Hehuan whispered, his hand was firmly held, and the man's long arm tugged.
Caught off guard, she fell forward, her knees hitting the chair and causing pain, and she fell directly on Yu Zhongxiao's body.
Ye Hehuan fell on his chest and screamed like that just now, with her mouth slightly open, her lips just touching his protruding Adam's apple, her teeth also knocking up, her face buried in his neck, her breathing filled with
It was a strong masculine scent, and the heartbeat was uncontrollably chaotic.
She put her hands on the chair, but she was still as bold as before. She wanted to get up, but the big hands on her lower back pushed her back down.
I have never been so panicked...
Yu Zhongxiao watched her trembling coldly for a while, then moved forward, his thin lips close to her ear, and said in a very low voice: "Next time, don't look at people like this again. Remember, I am your uncle."
After saying that, he let go and looked away at the black screen outside the window: "Get out."
Just like the tone an elder should have.
Ye Hehuan endured the pain in his knees and stood up. He felt aggrieved and panicked, and suddenly wanted to cry, like a child who had been scolded by an adult.
After she left, Yu Zhongxiao lifted the quilt and sat up.
His long legs fell on the carpet, and he sat beside the chair, slender fingers twisting his eyebrows. After a moment, he took the cigarette case and lighter.
Light blue flames shot up from the hole in the lighter.
He lit another cigarette and held the cigarette between his fingers. The curling smoke dissipated between the cracks in the window like a silent sigh.
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When he woke up in the morning, Ye Hehuan stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his two "panda eyes". He would be lying if he said he was not upset.
What happened last night was out of her control.
She knew who to mess with and who to avoid, but she didn't expect that she would steal the chicken but lose the rice.
Yu Zhongxiao didn't agree with her, and maybe he would be annoyed by it, so he told his grandfather verbatim about her going to the bar.
After washing his face with a heavy heart, Ye Hehuan opened the bathroom door and came out. He heard footsteps coming from the stairs. He turned his head and saw Yu Zhongxiao coming up with a water glass. He felt lingering fears about him and last night.
, almost subconsciously ran back to his room.
She hid in her room. After a while, she heard the sound of the door slamming, so she opened the door and walked out cautiously.
Han Jingqiu's bedroom door was closed tightly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Hehuan straightened his spine and went downstairs.
Mr. Han was reading the newspaper in the living room with his reading glasses on. When he heard the noise, he looked up, saw her, and smiled kindly: "Are you up?"
"Yeah." Ye Hehuan went to the restaurant to get a steamed bun, threw off his slippers, and sat cross-legged next to Mr. Han.
Mr. Han took off his glasses and said, "Take advantage of today to go to the nursing home and see your mother."
"I have other plans today."
Ye Hehuan tore off a corner of the steamed bun and threw it into his mouth. While chewing, he said vaguely: "Aunt Qin asked me to accompany her to the flower and bird market to buy birds."
"Now, in your heart, a bird is more important than your mother?" Mr. Han's expression became serious.
At least the birds I raise won't bite me back...
Ye Hehuan muttered in his heart, but did not say this out loud. He lowered his eyes slightly, said nothing, and continued to eat his steamed buns.
"That's it."
Mr. Han turned over a page of the newspaper and shook his head, not allowing her to refuse, "Wait a minute, I'll ask Zhong Xiao to take you there."
When Ye Hehuan heard Yu Zhongxiao's name, he immediately thought of him hugging her to his chest last night. His face felt a little hot and he felt conflicted. He lay on Mr. Han's shoulder and said, "Let your orderly take me there."
"My uncle is so busy, how can I trouble him?"
"I have to go out later for something, and I need a car. Your uncle has a few days off, so it doesn't count as a special trip to see you off. He also happens to have to go to work nearby."
Knowing that what his grandfather had finalized would not change, Ye Hehuan stopped saying anything and ate the remaining steamed buns one bite at a time.
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After a while, Yu Zhongxiao came down from the second floor.
Ye Hehuan noticed that he had changed his clothes. He was not wearing the home clothes just now. He was wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater and dark camel casual pants. He was holding a black coat in his hand. This combination of clothes made him look sharp and sharp.
The facial features look mature and more distinct.
After just one glance, she looked at her nose and mouth and sat obediently next to Mr. Han.
"I'll go out and start the car first." His voice was hoarse than yesterday. He had a serious cold.
Then there was the sound of the door opening and closing.
Ye Hehuan then raised his head and glanced at the door from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, he had already gone out.
Sister-in-law Tang helped her take her coat downstairs.
"Don't cause trouble with your uncle on the way, you know?" Mr. Han explained.
Ye Hehuan put on a bright red short down jacket, raised her head and let Mrs. Tang help her adjust her collar, and said to Mr. Han: "Why don't I and my uncle go our separate ways, so as not to delay his work? You want to
I'm really worried, so I asked Qin Shousheng to drive me there."
"He's giving it to you? Then I'm even more worried." Mr. Han snorted: "His driver's license has not yet been covered with heat. Can he drive in this weather?"
Anyway, it's just one sentence - she must take Yu Zhongxiao's car to the nursing home.
…
Ye Hehuan lingered at the entrance for a while, put on his short boots, and left the house under Mrs. Tang's urging.
It’s still that military green Wrangler.
After starting, it stopped in the yard and made a humming sound.
She gritted her teeth and walked over. Instead of choosing the passenger seat, she opened the back seat door, sat in it, and called "little uncle" with a smile.
Yu Zhongxiao glanced at her in the rearview mirror.
Ye Hehuan was fastening her seat belt, her head lowered, her curled eyelashes were long and dense, casting two beautiful silhouettes on her eyelids. She was wearing a smoky gray velvet hat, and her long silky hair stuck to her face.
, the plain facial features are very delicate and childish.
Sensing his gaze, she raised her head, slightly confused: "Uncle, is something wrong?"
"Give me that document bag." Yu Zhongxiao said, looking away without leaving a trace.
Ye Hehuan groaned and handed him a thick cowhide bag next to him. He took it and threw it on the passenger seat.
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The sanatorium is at the junction of City B and City H. It takes about an hour and a half to get there from the compound.
The two of them had not communicated with each other since the car left the compound.
Because Ye Hehuan had a knot in her heart, she couldn't act coquettishly to please Yu Zhongxiao like she did with other elders, even though he didn't seem to take those things to heart. She took out her mobile phone and played with snakes and eggs for a while. The man in front of her suddenly
He said, "You're still young. It's best to stay away from places like bars."
Ye Hehuan was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking to him. He sat upright and looked at the rearview mirror with a pair of cat eyes: "Don't worry, I won't go there in the future."
Yu Zhongxiao said no more.
She rolled her eyes and said tentatively: "Uncle, will you tell grandpa about this?"
"I have really realized my mistake and will no longer associate with those friends. Moreover, I will return to Vancouver in two days. I don't want to make my grandpa sad before I leave."
Yu Zhongxiao looked at the rearview mirror, where he met a pair of clear cat's eyes, with an expression that showed he would correct his mistakes.
The Wrangler stopped at an intersection waiting for a traffic light.
Seeing that he remained silent, Ye Hehuan felt a little restless. When the car restarted, she heard his low voice: "Whether it's in China or Vancouver, you are not allowed to go to such a place."
Ye Hehuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
When they arrived at the nursing home at 11 o'clock in the morning, Yu Zhongxiao dropped her off and left. He planned to pick her up at 4:30 in the evening.
"Remember to have lunch," he warned before leaving.
Ye Hehuan stood by the car, nodded repeatedly, and finally leaned on the car window and said: "You are the same, uncle. Also, if you have a cold, stop smoking."
Yu Zhongxiao couldn't help but look at her one more time, then he hummed, started the car, and drove away in the dust.
