Chapter 632

"Little girl? How old is the little girl? What does it look like? " The year small Mu is anxious to ask, next second, the human actually is more and more cold pulls into the bosom.

Separated her contact with Fanyu with her body.

The voice sank slightly.

"Nian Xiaomu, calm down."

"I'm calm..." Young Mu subconsciously opened his mouth, and then, in response, he just pulled Fanyu's hand and moved it in his arms, muttering, "big vinegar barrel."

"Well?" I picked my eyebrows slightly when I was cold.

Hold her and look at Fanyu again.

Fanyu caught a glimpse of his dark face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a light opening of his lips. "Time has passed for too long, I only vaguely remember that little girl is about your age."

He said, turning to the villa of the van's house.

The distance between the two families is not very far.

Unlike Xingjia, Fanjia's domestic industry is still preserved although it goes abroad.

Including the villa where Fanyu lived.

The villa that has been vacant, there are special people to take care of it, and it doesn't look too old.

Fanyu took them to the small gate in the backyard and pushed it open to go inside.

Soon, I saw a windowsill.

As long as you pad your toes, you can see the scene in the room.

"This is my room. You used to like stepping on the slate, lying on the windowsill, listening to me playing the piano. Sometimes you can just hear me fall asleep." Fanyu pointed to the polished place on the windowsill and said with a smile.

Memories are always gentle.

At that time, she was very young, but she was very young.

Looking at cute and elegant, but as long as no one comes, it's especially boyish.

Climb over the wall, climb trees and drill fences

You can do all the masterpieces.

He made himself into a little cat, and when he appeared on his windowsill, he could still say to him reasonably, "brother Fanyu, I made this for the purpose of meeting you. Don't you play the piano for me to listen to and talk about the past?"

As soon as he played the piano for her, she would be able to sleep as a pig on his windowsill.

Even if he carried her to bed, she would just jab, turn over and go on sleeping.

Sometimes he would drag his sleeve and say in a dream, "brother Fanyu, your piano is really good. I feel sleepy when I hear it..."

When he listened, he just couldn't laugh or cry.

Now in retrospect, how could she easily fall asleep in front of him without absolute trust

Fanyu thought of the problem, more and more cold also thought of.

The handsome face with clear edges and corners, the light and color gradually darkened.

The whole body is filled with the cold air of staying away from strangers.

Holding Nian Xiaomu's hand, but constantly tightening

He's jealous. He's jealous.

Envied that they had such a small and beautiful past, envied her past, he had no time to participate.

If it is not for her to lose her memory, what kind of existence is Fanyu in her heart?

If one day she remembers

The colder I get, the more I frown, the more I look.

"Well, the past is over. You said you wouldn't mind..." Year small Mu rubs to his side, cleared throat, small voice of mouth.

Hearing this, Yu looked at her colder and colder, with deep black eyes on her cool face and thin lips, "Nian Xiaomu, you didn't tell me before, you were so flirtatious when you were a child."

"O (╯ system) O...."

So, does he care about her past now?