C11

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Fu Xingchen slightly raised his head. Tang YiJue was standing by her side. He looked out of the pavilion, seemingly dissatisfied with the sudden change in the weather.

Because of his height, she could only see his hard jaw.

It was unknown whether it was due to the closeness of the distance or the fact that Fu Xingchen was wearing his clothes, but Fu Xingchen felt that his breath was filled with his aura.

"Let's go." Tang Yijue naturally took her hand and walked out.

"Mm …"

"Yes." Fu Xingchen replied. His eyes were fixed on the two people's interlocked hands, and he had an expression on his face that was unknown.

The wind blew her hair gently against her delicate face, beautiful yet reserved.

Tang Yijue brought Fu Xingchen along for a while, but did not discover that his actions had caused a certain woman to …

"Easy..." Mr. Tang, I can walk by myself. "

A somewhat uncomfortable voice came from behind him.

Tang Yijue stopped and turned to look at her, his face expressionless. "You can try to change the way you address me."

"Huh?"

Tang Yijue smiled and went forward to help her carry her coat, then continued to lead her forward.

The man in front of her still had a reserved and cold temperament to him.

Seeing that he was completely unaware of it and was even seriously asking her to correct the address, she simply did not know how to defend herself.

They walked all the way to the entrance of the hall, and Tang Yijue let go of her hand.

When the two of them entered the hall, the two old men were still chatting with relish.

Without even thinking, Fu Xingchen knew what the two of them were talking about.

Hearing the commotion, the two old men looked up.

Bai Xi Hai was the first to react, his face covered in the scars of time was truly interesting.

"It's going to rain soon, it's a little cold outside."

Fu Xingchen fell into a daze as he didn't understand the meaning behind those words. It was just that her personality was rather reserved, and she felt slightly uncomfortable under the gazes of the two elders.

"Outside …"

"It's going to rain." Fu Xingchen hadn't finished speaking when Tang Yijue spoke. He then looked at Fu Xingchen and said, "It is indeed cold in Jiangcheng."

Bai Xi Hai looked at Tang Zhong, who had just come back to his senses. The two old men's eyes met in excitement, then they squinted their eyes, revealing a smile.

"You've come at the right time. The dishes have just been prepared. Come, sit down and eat."

Although Tang Zhong said these words to the two standing, his eyes were beaming as he looked at Fu Xingchen.

"Alright, thank you, Grandpa Tang." The corners of Fu Xingchen's lips curled up.

Fu Xingchen glared at Tang YiJue before taking off his coat silently and naturally.

Putting the coat into Tang Yijue's hands, Fu Xingchen finally felt free from the burden of a thousand gold coins.

Seeing the coat in his hands, Tang Yijue's elegant face raised. He turned to look at the two smiling women sitting next to the old man and sat down as well.

The two elders also tried to test the two young men's thoughts, so they used the time to finish their meal. By the time they finished, it was already dark, but each of them had their own path to take.

"..."

Sitting in the car, Fu Xingchen finished his call and said to Bai Xi Hai, "Grandfather, Jin Jin and I have some business today. We'll go back with you tomorrow."

"What can happen to that girl?" Bai Xi Hai was slightly dissatisfied, but he did not stop Fu Xingchen. He said, "Go, go. You youngsters still enjoy tormenting us so late at night."

Fu Xingchen smiled helplessly and said to Uncle Lin, "Uncle Lin, let's go to the Blue Season."

"Yes, miss." Uncle Lin replied.

Not long after the car left, Bai Xi Hai, who had his eyes closed, suddenly said something that caught Fu Xingchen off guard, "That kid from the Tang Clan treats you well."

You even put on your own coat when you first met her.

Fu Xingchen was stunned.

"Love at first sight?" He shook his head and said, "You youngsters!"

"…" Fu Xingchen felt as if a few crows were flying over his head.