Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

After speaking, Fu Qianxun hung up the phone.

An Chen was drinking milk tea, a little surprised: "According to He Yanshu's personality, he would actually come to you for reconciliation a second time?"

Fu Qianxun said: "He Yanshu is not very ambitious. It is probably not for Su Huachen. It doesn't matter whether he is the head of the He family or not."

"Compared to power, he values ​​feelings more. This is why he couldn't let go of Su Huachen even though he knew there was something wrong with him."

"Emotions are his weakness and also his breaking point."

An Chen looked at him and asked, "Can you handle it?"

Fu Qianxun lowered her head and kissed An Chen on the lips, saying, "You must trust your husband."

An Chen's face suddenly turned red, he reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about."

Fu Qianxun's voice was somewhat moved, and he asked, "An An, when this is over, can we get married?"

An Chen bit the straw and looked at Fu Qianxun, wishing he could give him a chestnut.

That's how he proposed?

Nothing was prepared, not even a ring, not even flowers.

The devil agreed to him.

An Chen was about to refuse him, but when he saw Fu Qianxun's expectant eyes, An Chen's heart softened all of a sudden.

Thinking of the scene when Fu Qianxun blamed himself to the point of falling ill after they separated all those years ago, An Chen couldn't bear to see him sad.

"it is good."

An Chen responded softly.

Fu Qianxun had a stern face, deep eyes with starlight, and a bit of disbelief.

Just now he just spoke because the mood was right.

He regretted it after he said it. What if An Chen rejected him?

I didn't expect An Chen to agree so easily.

Fu Qianxun excitedly hugged An Chen and kissed him hard on the face twice. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he kissed him two more times, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

"You, let me go, let me go, the milk tea is all spilled, ah ah ..."

An Chen tried to stop and resist, but then the chair couldn't bear the weight and balance, and the two of them fell backwards.

They both fell to the ground.

Half of the milk tea spilled on the ground, and the other half splashed on the two of them.

An Chen looked at his disheveled appearance, with milk tea dripping down his clothes.

An Chen looked at the other person in silence, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.

Fu Qianxun pursed his lips, gently wiped An Chen's clothes with the sleeve of his suit worth tens of thousands, and reminded him weakly: "You agreed to get married, and you can't regret it even if you are angry."

An Chen: “…”

*

After the call was hung up, He Yanshu had already expected this outcome, so he was not too angry or unwilling.

His call was also a test of attitude.

If the situation between him and Fu Qianxun could not be reconciled, then he would not be able to start the dispute for the head of the family no matter what.

In this case, He Yanshu has to think of other ways out.

A plan slowly formed in his mind.

At this time, the doorbell rang. He Yanshu knew without even looking who would come over at this time.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, I saw He Youan's smiling face.

"Brother, look what delicious food I brought you today." He Youan changed his shoes as soon as he entered the house, then put the lunch box on the dining table, took out the dishes inside and said, "Brother, come over for dinner. My mother cooked your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs today. See how it tastes?"

He Yanshu put his hands in his pockets and asked, "How do you know that I like sweet and sour pork ribs?"

He Youan said: "You said that yesterday? Have you forgotten?"

He Yanshu thought about it and remembered that he did mention that when He Youan came yesterday.

These days, He Youan comes to bring him meals every day.

From being uncomfortable at first, I have gradually gotten used to his presence.

He Youan is like a little sun, chattering all day long as if he has endless things to say, and even wants to share with him how many farts he has let out today.

As long as I don't respond, he will keep talking.

Yesterday, I couldn't stand his nagging anymore, so I just said, "Do you talk so much in school?"

He Youan said at the time: "No, they are just classmates, not relatives, why should I share things in my life with them?"

At that time, He Yanshu casually replied, "We are not relatives either."

As a result, this sentence directly made He Youan furious. He was a grown man, but tears really flowed as soon as he heard it.

She cried and accused herself, "I've sent you meals for so many days, and you actually said we are not relatives? Brother, do you still have a conscience?"

He Yanshu stroked his forehead and said, "Don't cry."

"Even Chen Shimei isn't as cruel as you."

“That’s not how the metaphor works.”

"I'm already so sad, I don't care how it's used."

In the end, in order to stop He Youan from crying, He Yanshu could only try to talk about some of his own behavioral habits, including his love for sweet and sour pork ribs.

I didn't expect that a casual remark would be remembered by He Youan.

He Yanshu felt that his heart, which had long been cold, was slowly warming up, as if something was stirring the surface of the lake, which had been like a stagnant pool of water.

He Youan arranged the dishes one by one. Seeing He Yanshu still standing there, he walked over and took his hand to the table, saying excitedly, "Brother, why are you still standing there? Come here quickly."

After arranging the dishes for He Yanshu, He Youan looked at him expectantly and said, "Brother, try it. If it doesn't taste right, tell me and I'll go back and ask mom to improve it."

As the other party was expecting him, He Yanshu picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, then frowned slightly.

Seeing this, He Youan asked, "What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"

He Yanshu said: "No, it's delicious."

It tasted exactly as he remembered.

He Yanshu had not had a good appetite these past few days because of company matters, but he ate a lot at dinner today.

When I left with the lunch box, it started raining heavily outside.

He Youan looked at the heavy rain outside the window and started to worry. He said, "The weather forecast didn't say it would rain today."

He turned to look at He Yanshu and asked, "Brother, can you lend me an umbrella?"

He Yanshu glanced at the door behind the entrance and said, "There's an umbrella in there, take it yourself."

After He Youan got an umbrella, he happily carried the lunch box and said, "Brother, I'll leave first and bring you dinner tomorrow."

As he said this, he opened his umbrella and ran into the rain.

When He Yanshu returned, he saw He Youan's cell phone left on the table and frowned slightly.

If you want to ignore it, just wait for him to come and get it tomorrow.

Just then I saw a text message coming in.

【Tomorrow the whole class will gather at 6:00 a.m. to discuss the direction of the group project.】

The text message popped up and He Yanshu saw it at a glance.

He put his hands in his pockets and continued walking, pretending he didn't see it.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, sighed, picked up his cell phone and umbrella, and chased after him.