chapter04

"Little guy, forget I helped you last night, huh?"

The man's smiled eyes fell on the girl's face, and the tears mole beside the corners of his eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

Rong Huan suddenly stopped and let out a soft breath, pretending to be calm: "What happened last night... I don't remember."

This kid.

It's really easy to tell lies.

He laughed instead of anger, and his voice pressed over: "Huanhuan has such a bad memory. You probably don't remember the one who knocked someone's head with a wine bottle last night."

“…?!”

Rong Huan was completely stunned.

Didn’t it mean that the surveillance video is broken?!

She turned her gaze, Bai Ruo's transparent fingertips pinched on the hem of her skirt, thinking about something, and after a while, she slowly replied: "He was the one who came to harass me last night."

What she meant was understandable.

Emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and rubbed her soft hair gently. His voice mixed with a smile fell into her heart: "Well, you did it right."

She was stunned, and when she met his gaze, she saw his thin lips slightly open, and continued, "But you, a girl, it's very dangerous to do that, and you will hurt yourself if you accidentally, do you know?"

The warm halo of the balcony fell down, accompanied by the breeze in the sky, soft and gentle.

It seemed like there was a small drum stick that knocked it in her heart.

She didn't expect him to say "She did it right".

When she was a child, she was bullied by a boy at school. The boy sat at the back table, poked her back and pulled her hair. Rong Huan couldn't help but hit him. The boy cried and looked for the teacher, but the teacher criticized her for being uneducated, saying that she shouldn't hit someone no matter what, and forced her to apologize to the boy.

However, he was not such a person. He also understood her situation at that time after listening to her explanation.

She nodded and suddenly said, "Thank you..."

Thank you for your help last night and this morning.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and asked her softly: "What are you going to call me?"

Her body was slightly stiff, her lips moved, her watery eyes were pressed by her thin and long eyelashes, and her green onion fingertips were wrapped together.

Opening, the sound is very light:

"Uncle Fu."

Fu Siyan was stunned, and a part of his heart collapsed. His tongue swept across his palate and responded silently: "Yes."

At this time, the cell phone in my pocket rang again. Fu Siyan came to his senses, frowned slightly, and stood up.

Rong Huan took a step back and said, "Then I'll go back to my room."

He nodded, Rong Huan turned around, and the moment he left, he heard Fu Siyan reaching the other end of the phone, as if he had called "Bai Ning", and his voice stopped talking to her.

Rong Huan returned to the room and looked at his red face in the mirror.

Still a little confused.

Is she nervous or...shy?

She looked out the window full of stars and took a breath.

Fu Siyan was different from what she imagined.

-

A few days later, Rong Kangda set out to go abroad for recuperation as planned.

Before leaving, he called Fu Siyan to the study. In the room, the Pu'er tea placed in front of the old man was still steaming. He put his hands on the mahogany chair with a dark face. He mentioned the person he was most concerned about: "Siyan, I am not here for this time, please help me take good care of Huanhuan. She is also pitiful. Without her parents, I am leaving now..."

His words were bitter, and Fu Siyan immediately comforted him: "Uncle Rong, you can rest assured, I will take care of you."

"She is very well-behaved, I'm afraid she will suffer grievances and be bullied." The old man waved his hand helplessly.

Fu Siyan thought of something and suddenly curled his lips, feeling that the old man sometimes didn't understand Rong Huan enough.

He raised his eyes, but said:

——

"I won't let her suffer any grievances."

Rong Kangda went downstairs and Rong welcomed him up. The grandfather and grandson shook hands and spoke all the way to the door. The driver had already put his luggage and was waiting here respectfully.

Fu Siyan and others stood behind and did not step forward to disturb him.

Rong Huan hugged Rong Kangda: "Grandpa, you're here to call me."

"Good grandson..." The old man sighed, "Grandpa is cured and will come back soon. Huanhuan wants to wait for grandpa to come back properly, okay?"

"good."

Rong Kangda did not let Rong Huan accompany the airport. She was afraid that she would cry, so she only asked Fu Siyan to accompany her.

After grandpa got into the car, Rong Huan stood there, crying, watching the black Bentley slowly drive out until it disappears from the end of his vision.

-

Rong Huan thought that after grandpa left, the time would pass peacefully in just half a month before school started.

Unexpectedly, the next morning, Rong Huan woke up and went downstairs, and saw Aunt Jing standing in front of Fu Siyan who was having breakfast, and her tone was anxious:

"Mr. Fu, my family is very anxious and I hope I will go back quickly, but you and Miss Rong cannot be taken care of..."

Rong Huan paused when she heard this, but her voice had been caught by Fu Siyan and Aunt Jing.

Aunt Jing's face turned awkward, "Miss Rong, you are awake, come and have breakfast."

Rong Huan walked forward and politely called "Uncle Fu".

The latter raised his eyes and his eyes fell on her beautiful melon-shaped face, and then responded with a whisper, curling his thin lips.

She lowered her eyebrows and sat down opposite him. She was originally sitting in this position, but Fu Siyan happened to be sitting opposite her, so she couldn't deliberately move her position, which seemed too unnatural.

In the beautiful white porcelain plate in front of her, there was a delicate breakfast, a small roasted whole wheat toast, a few slices of bacon and ham, and a paired with eggs and fruit salad. However, she was not interested in knives and forks, and only remembered what the person who made the breakfast said just now.

"Aunt Jing, what happened to your family?" she couldn't help asking.

It turned out that Aunt Jing's second sister was seriously ill and needed medical expenses in urgent need. She called an emergency call this morning and hoped that she would go home to check in.

Aunt Jing felt guilty. Originally, the old man went abroad and Rong Huan's diet and daily life were all under her charge, but now she is going to go there, I don't know how many days it will take.

Rong Huan responded obediently: "Aunt Jing, you don't have to worry about me, I can take care of myself."

Rong Huan looked opposite. The man's hand holding the knife and fork was slender and distinct, with beautiful joints. He went up and pursed his thin lips. When he didn't smile, his face turned cold, making people feel difficult to get close to.

The man suddenly looked up and collided with her vision.

He gradually curled his lips, and Rong Huan was so guilty that he was about to bury his head when his voice came from the opposite side: "Then do you need to hire another nanny these days?"

She looked up and found that the person he was looking at was her.

Rong Huan was stunned slightly, shook his head, Fu Siyan muttered and said to Aunt Jing: "Then go back now. If you have anything to help, you can contact me."

"As for Rong Huan..."

The man turned his eyes to the person mentioned, and his tone rose slightly: "I can take care of him."

Rong Huan: "..."

Aunt Jing's voice trembled with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

After Aunt Jing left, there were only two people left in the dining room. The air was silent, with only the sound of knife and fork rubbing on the porcelain plate, and the subtle ticking of the clock hanging in the living room.

Rong Huan lowered his head and chewed, silently.

She got up late this morning and guessed that she would not be able to touch him after breakfast. Who knew...

Just as she was about to finish her breakfast and go upstairs, Fu Siyan's phone number on the table began to vibrate.

He glanced at the caller and answered.

"What time is it evening?"

“…”

"Well, I'll go after the school work."

While Rong Huan drank the last sip of milk, Fu Siyan finished the call. She was about to leave, but he stopped her: "Little guy."

Rong Huan: "???"

Why did he call her that... Once or twice, he still got addicted?

But she still raised her head, her amber eyes glowing with a little confusion. She saw him gently pulling the corner of his mouth, putting down the knife and fork, turning the watch in his hand, and making a lighter voice:

"I'm not at home tonight, can you be alone?"

Rong Huan's heart moved and felt that a kaleidoscope had beautiful colors in her eyes, which made people feel inexplicably better.

She nodded with a serious look on her face, afraid that he would not believe it.
To be continued...