I didn't calculate how far I ran along the bank of the Tester River.

It was not until they were tired of running that Yang Huan and Lin Yuner stopped panting.

Both of them bent over and were still smiling.

Especially Lin Yuner, her laughter is particularly crisp.

When she was pulled forward by Yang Huan just now, she really felt a sense of safety and stability protected by others.

"Come on, wipe it."

Yang Huan seemed to be a trick, took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, took out a few pieces and handed them to Lin Yuner.

"It's such a cold day, I'm sweating all over. If I don't wipe it quickly, it's easy to catch a cold."

Lin Yuner obediently took out a tissue, gently wiped her forehead and face, and fiddled with the hair wet with sweat. Her movements were very gentle and elegant, with a kind of reserve as a woman.

Yang Huan is not as particular as her. She took a few pictures and folded them in half, rubbing her head and face.

In Lin Yuner's opinion, such an action that is indescribable to a gentleman is indescribable.

"Young Master Huan." Lin Yuner raised her head and looked at Yang Huan with a firm and vivid eyes.

"What's the matter?" Yang Huan also raised his head and looked at her.

Looking at each other, both of them seemed to notice what was going to happen.

"I like you!" Lin Yuner said these four words almost with all her strength.

Moreover, she still uses Chinese.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that it was so difficult to say such four simple words.

So what about answering these four words? Isn’t it also not easy?

But after hearing this, Yang Huan grinned and laughed, "I understand."

"Do you know?" The confession atmosphere that Lin Yuner had originally worked hard to create was completely diluted by Yang Huan's understatement smile.

Yang Huan smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'll know what you said just now."

"Oh." Lin Yun'er was obedient and shy, and lowered her head slightly.

She really wanted to ask, what is your attitude?

But in the end she didn't dare to ask because she was afraid that she would not get the answer she wanted.

At the very least, it has been a progress to make Yang Huan understand her feelings.

Yang Huan is not a prodigal son in love, and he has no emotional experience. He thought to himself, since you didn’t ask, I won’t answer.

When you encounter something like being shown love, it is better to be more reserved.

Haven’t you seen those women always be more shy than men when they receive love letters?

“Hey, there’s a cinema in front.”

Lin Yuner raised her head and followed Yang Huan's gesture. There was really a cinema.

"Let's go and watch a movie."

Lin Yuner nodded and followed Yang Huan toward the cinema.

In front of the poster at the entrance of the cinema, there are a pair of young men and women hugging each other.

After Yang Huan and the others approached a little, they could vaguely hear the conversation between them.

"What should I see?" the woman asked in a tingling voice.

"Of course I'm watching movies that no one watches." The man smiled ambiguously.

"You are really bad. Just watch movies, what's the point?"

The man smiled, "Why is it boring? I haven't tried it in the cinema yet..."

The sound of YD laughter then came with a tacit tone.

"Which movie is no one watching?" The woman looked hot and kept harassing the man with one hand behind her.

"It's better to just watch the King's speech. This movie has just been released and it's an art film. I guess no one watches it."

"I heard that this movie is boring." The woman pouted.

"What does it matter? Anyway, what I want to watch is not a movie."

"Then what do you want to see?" the woman teased ambiguously.

"What I want to see, don't you know yet?"

The woman pouted, "But I don't like watching this movie."

"Why..."

Yang Huan held Lin Yuner's hand behind her, listening to the two people in front of her whispering, and couldn't tell whether they were discussing or flirting, and even sometimes there were some harassing actions that were not suitable for public occasions.

Seeing Lin Yuner was even more shy and thought to herself, did Young Master Huan want to come to the cinema?

"Hey, have you made a choice?" Yang Huan was a little impatient to wait behind.

I hate this guy who occupies the pit and does not get diarrhea the most!

Didn’t you choose a movie before?

Isn’t this a waste of other people’s time to stand in front of the ticket sales site?

Don’t they know that Mr. Lu Xun said that wasting other people’s time is equivalent to killing money?

We should really let these British people learn Chinese culture well.

"What are you anxious about? If you talk a little longer, I will..."

The man in front heard someone urging him behind him and turned around suddenly, looking very fierce and wanted to beat someone up.

"Ah, it's you?" The man was so shocked that his chin was about to fall off when he saw Yang Huan.

It turns out that it is Stephen Thompson, a rich second-generation student at the University of Southampton!

"Oh, it's you!" Yang Huan looked calm when he saw him.

Stephen Thompson couldn't calm down. He was humiliated too badly last time and had a psychological shadow on Yang Huan.

"What's wrong? Who is he?" Stephen Thompson recognized Yang Huan, but his female companion didn't know him. He still looked arrogant and domineering as a little girl, pointing at Yang Huan, "What are you? What are you shouting? Believe me or not..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a slap and his cheek hurt. It turned out that he was slapped by Stephen Thompson.

"Shut up!" Stephen Thompson's legs became weak as soon as he saw Yang Huan.

Now he is unwilling to provoke this evil star if he is beaten to death.

It's so scary that I'm not on the same weight class as him at all.

"Master Huan, are you watching the movie?" Stephen Thompson laughed, hunched, and asked respectfully.

"Nonsense!" Yang Huan didn't look at him directly, and he hadn't forgotten what had happened before.

"Then you please, you please!"

Stephen Thompson pulled away his female companion and gave up the ticket gate.

Yang Huan was not polite either, and took Lin Yuner's hand and walked forward.

"Hello, what movie do you want to watch?" the ticket seller in the window asked politely.

"The King's Speech." Yang Huan said without hesitation.

He watched this movie on a computer in his previous life, which was pretty good.

Moreover, there are no good movies to watch now.

"The latest game is five minutes later, is it OK?"

"Yes." Yang Huan nodded.

"Oh, by the way, I'll book this game five minutes later, so don't sell tickets to the public anymore."

As soon as these words were said, not only the ticket seller was shocked, but even Lin Yuner was shocked.

Set up a venue? Does he really want to be in the cinema...

"Sir, sorry, we need to make an appointment for the reservation, but now..."

Yang Huan smiled, "This is simple. I have bought all the tickets."

Stephen Thompson beside him was a little surprised.

I have seen many rich people, but this is the first time I have seen such a rich man.

I have seen many people who have booked movies, but I have never seen anyone who booked movies in this way.

The ticket seller was as dumbfounded as Stephen Thompson, she had never encountered such a situation.

As a last resort, he immediately called the cinema manager over.

"Sir, do you want to buy all the movie tickets for the whole show?" The cinema manager was also surprised.
To be continued...