Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

A week ago, he was waiting for her outside the community with a shivering body, holding a cup of hot tea, his generous and warm chest covering his back, as if to block all the wind and rain, and prop up a piece of sky.

At that time, the boy's breath was close to his ears, so scorching hot, so hot, like a flame licking his skin, inch by inch, almost burning her.

But now, with the cool wind blowing around his neck, without his light breathing, without his pleasant fragrance, everything is depressed and in a trance.

Tang Xia lowered her eyes, feeling complicated.

The road to Mr. Luo's house was really difficult, winding and twisted. Without Han Yu taking her, she could hardly find her way.

It has been more than ten hours since the news of the boy was lost, but Tang Xia felt that it seemed that a century had passed between them. Only now did she realize that she could no longer get used to Han Yu's absence.

He is like a big tree deeply rooted in his heart, the sun and the moon alternate, the roots spread more and more, no one can cut it down, let his branches and leaves occupy his entire heart.

Downstairs from Teacher Luo's house, Tang Xia raised her head, then hugged the bread and soy milk in her arms, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

She hoped that when she entered the room, she could see that Han Yu was already there.

Tang Xia swore that she would never blame him, blame him for leaving without saying goodbye yesterday, blame him for not hearing from him all night, blame him for worrying her all night.

She promises to forgive the boy without complaint.

Can…

Han Yu didn't give Tang Xia this chance.

In the living room of Teacher Luo's house, there were all the waiting classmates, but there was no familiar handsome face.

Someone saw Tang Xia and asked curiously, "Didn't you come with Han Yu?"

The girl was in a daze, and after a moment of reaction, she lowered her head and put on her shoe covers to conceal the deep loss and hesitation in her eyes.

"No, I came by myself. Has he asked for leave?"

Teacher Luo sat opposite, and frowned upon hearing this, "Han Yu didn't say he was going to ask for leave, did he forget?" I just talked to his mother yesterday, and he didn't come to make up lessons today. She wondered if Du Ruo would go home What did you say to Han Yu that made the boy with a strong personality angry and unhappy?

This possibility is quite high, Teacher Luo thought so.

"Forget it, don't wait, let's start first." She waved her hand and said while distributing tutoring materials to the students, "I'll ask later."

Tang Xia was absent-minded, so she randomly found a corner and sat down.

Last time, Teacher Luo said that he would prepare a few more chairs so that everyone could sit comfortably. This time, the space is more spacious, but Tang Xia misses the feeling of leaning against each other last week.

The breakfast she brought from home was put at her feet, and Tang Xia was not in the mood to attend class, so Tang Xia stared at the thermos in a daze.

She wanted to give it to Han Yu.

He never eats breakfast.

If Han Yu came before get out of class ended, she could invite him to her home as a guest.

Same as last time.

Maybe this kind of self-psychological comfort will make the mood feel better, Tang Xia kept chanting silently, and the class passed in a daze.

"Tang Xia, let's have lunch together?" After class, a classmate greeted her, "I remember you said you had something to do last week, so are you free now?"

The girl pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I have something to do today..."

"Hey," the classmate laughed angrily, "what are you busy with all day long? Don't even have time for a meal?"

Tang Xia replied with a smile that was uglier than crying, and she kept walking, probably afraid that her classmates would keep her, so she walked backwards while explaining, "It's very important and urgent, and we must do it."

After she finished speaking, regardless of whether she was polite or not, she turned around and ran away without looking at the surprised eyes of her classmates.

The girl disappeared from sight in an instant, and the traffic covered her anxious and hurried back, like water droplets merging into the sea, making it hard to find.

There is only a clear and beautiful voice gradually drifting away in the wind, which seems to be absent—

"Is it Qihui? Do you have the address of Han Yu's home?"

She was so anxious, so anxious that she wished she had the ability to teleport, so that she could be by his side all of a sudden.

Qi looked puzzled when he received Tang Xia's call. Although he couldn't help but tease a few words, he probably heard the anxiety in the girl's tone, and sent Han Yu's address to Tang Xia in a rare and serious way by text message. summer.

"Did something happen?" Qi Hui finally asked.

In fact, he didn't think much about it, it was because he went online last night to find Han Yu to form a team to play games, but the other party didn't reply abnormally, which made him feel uneasy.

Tang Xia pursed her lips, thought for a moment and said, "I'll explain to you when I find him."

Qi replied without any hesitation, and answered straightforwardly, "Okay."

The girl hung up the phone, took a deep breath, stared at a string of texts in the inbox, and opened the map navigation.

Han Yu's residential area is not far from his home, but now the route from Mr. Luo's side seems a bit complicated. She doesn't know the way very well, but she knows that she has to find out now.

The navigation showed that the bus took about half an hour, Tang Xia gritted her teeth, and in order not to waste time, she simply reached out and took a taxi.

Therefore, the girl soon arrived at the gate of Han Yu's family compound.

The doorman probably felt that Tang Xia was unfamiliar, so he asked casually, "Little girl, which building do you live in? Whose family's child is it?"

Tang Xia was stunned, and her first reaction was to blurt out, "Han Yu's family."

The uncle frowned, and the girl's heart skipped a beat, surprised by her own words.

weird...

"In Building No. 2?" The uncle was deeply impressed by the name Han Yu, to be precise, he was impressed by the family in Room 201 of No. 2.

That family is also weird, with only one child coming in and out. If it wasn't for the resident questionnaire once, he and the cadres of the neighborhood committee came to the door to do the survey. After working here for so many years, he would never have the chance to meet the child's parents.

It seems to be just that once in a few years.

Tang Xia didn't know which building Han Yu's house was in, so she just nodded indiscriminately, "Yeah, I'm his classmate, and I have homework in cram school today, but he didn't go, so I brought it to him."

The uncle said "Oh", "Then you go." After speaking, his head went back through the window pane of the guard room.

Leaving Tang Xia alone was very embarrassing.

She thought the uncle would tell her the number of Han Yu's house...

There was no way, Tang Xia bit the bullet and ran downstairs to Building No. 2, facing the large number of numbers from 101 to 1802 on the electronic gate, wanting to cry without tears.

This is an 18-story building, and she has to try it one by one.

Gritting her teeth, Tang Xia's heart swelled, and she pointed at the digital house number with green lights, and rang all 36 doorbells.

Just one of them will open the door for her.

Although she is thin-skinned, but there are special things, she can ask them one by one with a thick face.

This neighborhood is relatively high-end, and there are surveillance cameras above the electronic door. When someone rings the doorbell, the visitor's face will pop up on the display screen of the other party, which is relatively safe and secure.

Han Yu, who was in a coma, was awakened by the doorbell.