Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

A look of embarrassment appeared on the waiter's face.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, and quickly turned around and handed the rose to Han Yu, "It's more appropriate for you to give it yourself."

"Well," the young man lazily responded, and when he felt the pain of the barbed stems in his palm, he slowly withdrew his arm and said lightly, "Thank you."

The waiter immediately replied: "You're welcome, take your time, both of you." After speaking, he left almost in a state of embarrassment, not even daring to turn his head.

Tang Xia held back her laughter, lowered her voice and said, "What are you doing, embarrassing him so much?"

Her tone was full of reproach, but her eyebrows and eyes were bent, and she was full of smiles.

Han Yu was confident, "Am I right?" He asked back, twisting his fingertips, and the rose stood up, "This flower is really pretty, here, I'll give it to you."

As the boy said, he stretched his hand forward.

The roses are real, not the plastic ones with little drops of water on them. But maybe due to the season, Tang Xia could see a few petals curled up and the edges turned yellow when they got close.

"thanks."

The girl's eyes were bright, and the moment she took the flowers, she smiled beautifully.

"Do you like it?" Han Yu folded his arms, suddenly obsessed with Tang Xia's current appearance.

That kind of contentment and satisfaction.

pleasing to the eye.

"I like it," she nodded vigorously, and then said softly, "This is the first time I have received flowers from a boy."

"nonsense."

As soon as the words fell, Han Yu interrupted unceremoniously.

"Huh?" Tang Xia was taken aback.

The young man seemed a little unhappy, leaned over, squinted his eyes and stared at her, "First time? Huh?"

The girl scratched her head, feeling inexplicably guilty when he saw it, "Did I say something wrong?"

Han Yu laughed angrily, "Teacher's Day, did I give it to you for nothing?"

"You said that," Tang Xia quickly reacted, let out a sigh of relief, and then explained, "That doesn't count. You didn't take advantage of the teacher's holiday to—"

"no."

Before she could finish speaking, Han Yu interrupted again.

Holding the rose in her hand, Tang Xia felt a little uneasy.

"I didn't send you to take advantage of Teacher's Day," the young man paused every word, his eyes burning, "I thought about it a long time ago."

"Oh..." She pursed her lips and lowered her head, not daring to meet Han Yu's fiery eyes, and asked softly, "Will you also send me flowers from now on?"

"Why not?" Han Yu smiled, and it seemed to be a rhetorical question, but to Tang Xia's ears, it sounded like a promise.

At that time, she didn't know that in the long life to come, he really fulfilled the solemn promise he made when he was young.

Han Yu is a person who doesn't pay much attention to rituals, and Tang Xia is also aware of this, so the anniversaries and Valentine's Day that ordinary couples celebrate, when they get along later, they actually spend very little.

It is said that if you love the right person, Valentine's Day is celebrated every day. Tang Xia felt that if it wasn't for these words, she would have felt stuffy too.

Of course, this is not to say that the number of times Han Yu gave Tang Xia gifts can be counted on the fingers, on the contrary, he often buys gifts in different ways to make her happy.

This is true during the love period, and it is also true after marriage.

The gifts are not expensive, but most of them are strange and ironic things.

Tang Xia once suspected that Han Yu's age and mentality were growing backwards.

However, the most frequent thing he sent was flowers.

Just like what was promised on that day of that year.

All kinds of flowers, each bouquet represents a kind of flower language.

Years are like a day.

Even having a baby and being promoted to become a father could not stop Han Yu from sending Tang Xiahua off.

One of them was something she could remember for the rest of her life.

At that time, the baby had just turned 14 months. He could walk and speak simple sentences. When he was obedient, he would sit quietly on the carpet and play with building blocks. His hair, crying heart-piercingly.

"Stinky boy, I warn you, I didn't hit you now because of your mother's face! Don't go too far!"

With a dark face, Han Yu put the baby in his arms on the dining table, with a serious tone like an adult.

The baby was tearful and full of grievances. As soon as his **** touched the table, his soft palms grabbed Han Yu's arm and clung to him like a koala.

"Hug...hug..."

Han Yu tensed his jaw, pretending to be angry, but still couldn't stand the little guy rolling around, so he hugged him helplessly.

The baby was lying on Han Yu's chest, tired from crying, wiping his nose back and forth, and stretched out his finger to point to the bedroom, signaling to go in.

"No, your mother has caught a cold these days and is sleeping. Don't disturb her."

Han Yu refused without thinking.

The baby had stopped crying at first, but now he looked like he was about to cry again, pursed his mouth, and lost his temper.

"I want my mother... I want my mother to hug me!"

"It's the same with Dad!" Han Yu raised his hand and wrapped his short, thick fingers into his fist, then turned around and went to the door to change his shoes, and said in a consulting tone, "Take you to the downstairs community What do you think of walking around the garden?"

With huge teardrops still hanging from the corners of his eyes, the baby suddenly smiled, hugged Han Yu's face and threw himself on him, giving him a soft kiss like a baby.

What a tossing little ancestor...

Han Yu sighed and carried the child all the way downstairs.

The garden environment of the community is good. In the afternoon of the rest day, many parents will take their children there to sit and watch the children play together, while the adults chat.

Han Yu has a dull personality and is not used to getting along with those who chatter about parenting, so he found a flower bed in the corner and sat down, then put the baby in his hand on the lawn.

The little baby of the Han family ran excitedly, took two steps, "slapped", fell and ate shit.

"Get up by yourself." Han Yu looked up and said.

The little arms were propped up vigorously, and the baby pouted its buttocks, finally got up, and ran like a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

The lawn was so small, Han Yu didn't worry that something would happen to him, so he just sat there and didn't move. But after all, he is already a father, and he said he was not worried, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the baby.

He was younger and couldn't play with other children, so he simply squatted by the opposite flower bush, hunched his head and didn't know what he was doing.

Han Yu was curious, but he was too lazy to move, until the little guy ran back with a bunch of crumpled flowers in his hands, giggling, and he asked in surprise, "Are you going to pick flowers?"

Although there is no express prohibition on picking flowers beside the flowers, this behavior should obviously not be advocated.

But the baby is still immature, and no one plays with him. When he sees beautiful and colorful flowers, he naturally wants to pick them back and show them to his father.

"Look, Dad, Huahua." The baby smiled innocently, with a bulging belly, as if waiting for praise.

There are several parents looking in their direction.

Han Yu had no choice but to put on a straight face and "educate" the baby—

"Flowers are alive. Before you pick them, have you ever asked them if they hurt? Will you? Huh?"

After he finished speaking, he secretly squinted at the parents.

The group of people looked away again, and it seemed that they were satisfied with Han Yu's "education".

The baby lowered his head and stared blankly at the flowers in his hands, as if digesting Han Yu's "Chicken Soup for the Soul".

As a result, Han Yu suddenly bent down and leaned close to the baby's ear, and said cautiously—

"Son, be good, go pick two more flowers and give them to your mother." #####Yes~ That's right~ This is how they live after marriage~