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   "No, absolutely not!" Han Xiaoye was very determined.

  Feng Yaqin couldn't hide his disappointment, "Isn't there? No sign at all?"

  Han Xiaoye nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice, "Not at all, my uncle is a gentleman." The gentleman is obviously her boyfriend, but she can't even steal a single incense.

  Han Xiaoye complained. Feng Yaqin is even more sad! Thick melancholy almost overflowed from her well-maintained face, "This elm lump, I thought he was enlightened. Hey, he is a gentleman. When will I be able to hug my grandson."

  Han Xiaoye didn't know what to think, his face was a little hot, "...It will probably take a year or two." She is only in the third year of high school, and she is not yet the legal age for marriage.

  Feng Yaqin didn't notice her abnormality at all, and suddenly asked worriedly, "Xiaoye, do you think your little uncle..."

"Um?"

   "Shouldn't it work?"

   "Pfft—"

  Han Xiaoye choked up with a sip of water, which could not go up or down.

Feng Yaqin was a little embarrassed, took her hand, and helped her smooth her back, "I'm really worried. You think, other men who don't find a partner mostly have to work hard for their career first. Why is the object? He looks good, and he has been very popular with girls in the compound since he was a child. The older he grows, the more old-fashioned he becomes. Not to mention girlfriends, there are not many female friends. Usually Just know that he is busy with work, and it is hard to find a girl to hug him. He always has a face, like someone else's father. I really doubt that he has a problem in that aspect, so he will work all day long. "

   "..." She is Fu Zhiyan's girlfriend! Han Xiaoye was roaring in his heart, but he comforted the tangled beautiful woman, "Aunt Feng, little uncle must be normal. It is estimated that he has met someone he likes, so he is not willing to date other girls. My uncle will bring his girlfriend back sooner or later."

  Feng Yaqin felt a little more comfortable, with beautiful eyes, "Yes, he can't be a bachelor all his life. One day he will surprise me."

  What if it was a fright. Han Xiaoye didn't dare to say a word, and changed the topic without a trace. Together with Feng Yaqin, we happily picked up Saipan's specialties.

  …

   On the other hand, Fu Zhiyan, who had no idea that his mother and girlfriend had already questioned him for a round, was in the middle of an intertwined entertainment with people who could not lift up such a problem that hurts the dignity of men.

  After the first round of dinner, everyone's emotions were high, and they proposed to continue the second stall.

  Fu Zhiyan had been drinking a lot of alcohol, and a thin blush appeared on Bai Yu's face, which made him look more handsome. He unbuttoned his wrists and rolled up his sleeves.

   The police chief Cai You, who was traveling with him, patted him on the shoulder, "Mr. Fu, are you okay? I heard that you just got off the plane, why don't I talk to the secretary later?"

   "I'm fine." Fu Zhiyan pinched the bridge of his tall nose and hooked the corners of his mouth, "Since everyone still wants to play, keep playing. Besides, Uncle Cai, you were brought by me, how can I go first."

   Last time, he abolished Cai You's deputy bureau. Today, he invited guests to dinner, and he couldn't leave first because of reason.

   Sure enough, there was a genuine smile on Cai You's face, "Young Master Fu is very polite."

  Lin Feng is his right-hand man whom he has cultivated for a long time. Usually, Lin Feng helps him to do anything he can't do well. As a result, some time ago, for some unknown reason, Fu Zhiyan suddenly had someone report Lin Feng. He chopped off one of his arms. Cai You felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but with Fu Zhiyan's identity there, he felt uncomfortable and couldn't show it on his face. Not to mention how crazy it is. He didn't expect that Fu Zhiyan would personally invite him to the dinner party. He had just introduced him to the secretary and the mayor at the party, which made him show his face in front of the leaders. The ghost fire in his heart was extinguished at once.

   "Let's go, the secretary and the others are still waiting outside." Fu Zhiyan put on his coat and went out with Cai You.

   The second booth was played until the early morning, when everyone dispersed.

  Fu Zhiyan blushed and got into the car with the help of Cai You. After getting in the car, he opened the car window and blew the night wind for a while to dissipate the alcohol.

  The driver slowly drove back to the old house.

   The lights in the house were still on, but there was no one in the hall.

  Fu Zhiyan poured a cup of hot water, took a sip of water to suppress the alcohol, and went upstairs tiredly.

  There are five rooms on the second floor, except for his room, the remaining four are all guest rooms. Han Xiaoye was found behind, and Mrs. Fu transformed one of them into Han Xiaoye's room, and only the two of them lived upstairs.

   The second floor is quiet at the moment.

   He stood outside the closed pink door for a while before opening his own.

  Unexpectedly, and as expected, he saw a familiar figure lying on her desk sleeping soundly.

  Han Xiaoye was awakened by the sound of the door. She rubbed her eyes and opened them hazy, "Little uncle, you're back. What time is it?"

   "One and a half."

   The smell of alcohol came out, and she was sober, only to realize that the man under the light was blushing rarely. The usually serious phoenix eyes are now also charming because of the alcohol, and the beautiful thin lips are even red as a drop of blood.

   She always knew that Fu Zhiyan was good-looking, but never knew that he could be so good-looking.

   Ya, this man is actually her man! Thinking of this, Han Xiaoye's heart couldn't help but sway.

   "Uncle..."

  Fu Zhiyan has already straightened up and opened the distance between them. Turning his back, he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, slightly irritated, "It's so late, why are you still not sleeping?"

  Han Xiaoye said confidently, "Wait for you. You haven't come back. I'm worried so I can't sleep."

  Fu Zhiyan paused while unbuttoning his hand, and pursed his thin lips, "Can't sleep? Who was drooling on the table just now?"

   "How can I drool?!" Han Xiaoye got a little annoyed and turned around to him, "And I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes."

  Fu Zhiyan undecidedly took off his coat and threw it on the bed, "Now that I'm back, you can go back to your room."

   He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for someone to go out.

  Han Xiaoye not only did not go out, but also put his hand on his forehead.

   So hot.

   She withdrew her hand and quickly touched the man's hot forehead again, "Little uncle, do you have a fever? Your forehead is so hot."

   The coolness of his forehead made him squinting his phoenix eyes comfortably. His long, curly eyelashes smudged out under the light, like a small fan. Fu Zhiyan sighed comfortably. I don't know if it was because of psychological effects, but he actually felt better.