Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"Han Yu."

Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice came from the left.

The boy frowned instantly, but did not turn his head.

It was Tang Xia who looked over first, and there were two women in his eyes. They were dressed in the same beautiful and dignified manner, and their makeup was also exquisite. They possessed the grace and luxury that ordinary middle-aged women of this age did not have.

She recognized the woman standing in front.

"Han Yu," Tang Xia tugged at the corner of Han Yu's clothes indiscriminately, "It's your mother."

Han Yu raised his eyebrows, but still didn't turn his head away.

On the contrary, Tang Xia was a little embarrassed, watching Du Ruo approaching, followed by another woman who looked somewhat similar to her and... Ying Xuefu?

The girl was puzzled for a moment.

"Han Yu." Du Ruo yelled again, and everyone who lined up in front and behind heard the sound and looked over.

The woman was only a few steps away from them. Tang Xia hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head politely, "Hello, Auntie." Her face was burning a little. Why did she have the feeling of... being "caught and raped" for no reason?

Tang Xia was taken aback by her absurd idea.

Obediently, "Catch rape"... What the **** is she thinking!

Tang Xia pinched her arm hard behind her back, raised her head and smiled awkwardly.

Du Ruo was very well-bred, even though his son ignored her, he still nodded slightly at Tang Xia, "Hello, is this classmate Han Yu?"

Tang Xia didn't deny it, "Yes, Auntie." After she finished speaking, she raised her head and turned her eyes to Ying Xuefu and the other woman quietly, thinking about their relationship with Han Yu's mother.

Just as he was thinking, a force suddenly came from his arm.

Han Yu grabbed Tang Xia's arm and dragged her away.

"Han Yu?" Tang Xia was stunned, staggered by the drag, subconsciously turned her head to look at Du Ruo as she walked.

The woman's complexion was ugly, but she endured it very well-bredly, and did not lose her temper on the spot, even though many people around her were watching, whispering about her embarrassment of being ignored by that boy.

Ying Xuefu took Du Ruo's arm, "Auntie..."

Du Ruo clenched her fists tightly, her gaze still following the boy's back.

Han Yu didn't say a word, he took big steps and his face was extremely dark.

Tang Xia had never seen Han Yu with such an expression. In her impression, even before the two of them had conflicts and torn faces, he had never been so cold. His whole body seemed to be covered with frost.

He dragged her all the way, not caring that the girl's steps were much smaller than his own. It wasn't until Tang Xia couldn't keep up with him that he stumbled and almost fell, that Han Yu realized it later and stopped.

Tang Xia hissed and gasped, stretched out his hand and rubbed the arm that Han Yu was holding tightly just now.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Han Yu said hoarsely, with a slightly apologetic expression.

"It's okay." Tang Xia shook her head, opened her mouth to ask, but gave up when her eyes met his expression.

The boy's relationship with his mother...seemed like an inappropriate question.

Tang Xia is not someone who wants to ask the end of the casserole, so she simply changed the subject without mentioning what happened just now, "Look, our team lined up for nothing, what should we do now? Where should we go to pass the time?"

Han Yu seemed to be affected by his mood, and said calmly: "Let's go back, next time I will directly buy it and bring it to you."

"Okay." Tang Xia didn't hesitate. Seeing that Han Yu seemed to be in a low mood, he immediately said as he wanted.

Taking a taxi to send the girl to the entrance of the complex, Han Yu didn't get out of the car, but waved goodbye to her through the car glass, and then asked the driver to turn around and drive away.

Tang Xia frowned slightly as she watched the car driving away.

Han Yu... seems to have many... secrets that she doesn't know.

The boy went home directly, and when he went upstairs to open the door, he found three pairs of women's shoes at the door.

He frowned, took out the key expressionlessly, and opened the door.

Sure enough, Du Ruo, Ying Mu and Ying Xuefu were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the three raised their heads at the same time.

Han Yu just pretended not to see, changed his shoes on his own, and then turned around to go back to the bedroom.

"Stop," Du Ruo maintained a good temper outside, but couldn't help it at home, gritted his teeth and said, "Han Yu, now that you've grown up, don't you think less of my mother? ?”

This son was also born after ten months of her pregnancy. No matter what happened, no matter how unfavored he was in front of his father and husband, it was also the flesh and blood that fell from her body.

Han Yu paused, heard it unexpectedly, and slowly turned his head.

Ying Xuefu saw the young man's face, which was as indifferent as before.

Ever since she could remember, this cousin of the aunt's family has been so indifferent and unapproachable.

"If you don't take you seriously," Han Yu said lightly, "I would have changed the door lock long ago when you and Dad were away." go forward.

"You!" Du Ruo was startled, and understood the meaning of his words in a moment.

Change the lock and they won't be able to get in.

"Han Yu, are you crazy!" Ying's mother couldn't listen anymore, she stood up and cursed, "How can you say that? Are you trying to shut your parents out? Don't forget, who is this house written about?" name!"

"It's not your name anyway." Han Yu didn't turn his head.

Yingmu's complexion changed, and when she regained her senses, she jumped in anger.

"Little sister! Look at your son! How did he become like this!" Ying mother was furious, put her hands on her chest, sat back on the sofa again, and muttered, "It's only a few years old that the wings are hard Well, after this, I have to—"

"Okay," Du Ruo interrupted, heaved a long sigh, picked up his bag and greeted, "Let's go."

She never stayed here overnight, and the house almost belonged to Han Yu now.

Ying Xuefu glanced at Han Yu's closed bedroom door, and silently followed the two women.

The boy was in the room when he heard the door slam shut, and after waiting for a few minutes, he slowly came out of the room. There was no one in the living room, and there were still three glasses on the coffee table, with green tea brewing in the cups, which were almost full and had not been drunk.

Han Yu glanced coldly, walked over, and threw the tea and cup into the trash can in the kitchen. Then he turned back and threw away the slippers worn by the three women.

After doing all of this, he washed his hands and rubbed them with hand sanitizer, as if they were too dirty.

Han Yu slowly lay down on the sofa. A few minutes later, he seemed to think of something again. He raised his eyebrows, stared at the sofa for a while, then turned back to the bedroom to get a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The shower head was turned on, and the water flowed on the face in an instant, with a hint of coldness, which was particularly refreshing.

He is used to bathing in colder water, which can stimulate the nerves, making him know how uncomfortable this cold feeling is every moment.

In fact, when meeting Du Ruo in the past, Han Yu was quite calm, at most he just showed some embarrassment, but today...

The boy closed his eyes, and the water flowed down along his impeccable cheek contours, slowly flowing from the delicate neck to the collarbone, and then along the perfectly textured chest, swirling around the junction of the half body.

He didn't want Tang Xia to see his mother.

There is always a sense of inferiority that I want to hide and don't want to be known by her.

This is nothing to brag about, his family, his loved ones.

He seems to have everything, but in fact has nothing.