Can't help but be moved

Chapter 2 The little girl has grown up
Returning to China was a temporary decision. Jian Nian only told her brother Jian Yan, but did not tell her parents.

So when Jian Nian dragged her suitcase into the house, Bai Lu was so surprised that she froze on the spot.

"Mom, why do you have this expression? Are you unhappy when I'm back?"

Jian Nian walked over and hugged Bai Lu's arm affectionately, shaking her like a baby.

Bai Lu blinked blankly, and it took several seconds to react.

"Nini is back?! My baby Nini, why did she come back all of a sudden, without telling Mom, so Mom can get someone to pick you up."

Bai Lu hadn't seen her daughter for two years, and when this daughter appeared in front of her eyes, the circles of her eyes turned red for a moment.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. If I can come back by myself, I don't need you to send someone to pick me up."

Hearing this, Bai Lu held her hand and said seriously: "It's not like you don't know, when you were young..."

Seeing that Bai Lu was about to talk about her abduction when she was a child, Jian Nian hurriedly said: "Mom, Mom! Actually, I have already told my brother about returning to China in advance."

"Your brother?" Bai Lu glanced outside the door, then turned her gaze back to Jian Nian suspiciously, "Your brother went to pick you up? What about others?"

"Eh..." Jian Nian let go of Bai Lu's arm, raised her hand and scratched the broken hair on her forehead, "My brother is busy, so the one who picked me up at the airport was... Uncle Feng Xuan."

"Secretary?"

Bai Lu frowned: "What about others?"

"Uncle Feng Wang sent me to the door and left."

Bai Lu pinched the soft flesh on Jian Nian's face, and preached: "Feng Huang sent you back, and you just let him go? You didn't even say let him come in and sit down, let's have dinner together. You kid is abroad After staying for a few years, how did I learn how to be polite?"

Jian Nian curled her lips to defend herself: "I mentioned to him that I asked him to come in and have a meal, but he refused. Then I can't drag him in."

"You always have something to say." Bai Lu's expression gradually became gentle, "You must be exhausted after flying all day. Go back to your room and rest for a while, and I'll call you after dinner."

Jian Nian giggled, and kissed Bai Lu on the cheek: "Thank you, Mom."

Bai Lu didn't notice anything until Jian Nian entered her room.

This Nini, didn't she always call Feng Huang brother in the past, and she would not be happy if anyone asked her to call her uncle, why is she calling her uncle now?

The furnishings of Jian Nian's room are still the same as before she left, and haven't changed at all.

She put the suitcase next to the closet, and limply fell into her big bed as if she had no strength left.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw the guitar standing beside the desk.

Guitar……

The first time I saw Feng Wang, she was only 12 years old, and Feng Wang was 20 years old.

There is no big difference between the 20-year-old and the 28-year-old, and they are equally as good-looking.

The three-dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows, and profile contours are like sketches, clear and handsome yet soft.

The only difference, probably, is that when Feng Wang was 20 years old, he exuded a youthful spirit all over his body.

After eight years of precipitation, he is now mature and restrained, with a gentlemanly demeanor.

And...a little indifference.

Recalling the scene of seeing him today, Jian Nian couldn't help but bury her face in the pillow.

Very good, although she met him unexpectedly, she performed very well.

She didn't show any emotion that she shouldn't have.

She used to be so infatuated with Feng Huang.

secretly.

Everyone doesn't know.

Just because she saw Feng Luan playing the guitar, she worked hard, even if she was clumsy, she also went to learn the guitar.

Maybe it was because she didn't have the talent in this area, so no matter how hard she worked and how hard she worked, she couldn't learn it until her fingers bled.

So stupid, my previous self was really so stupid.

Jian Nian, whose face was buried in the quilt, finally couldn't help crying.

She thought she had let go of this secret love and didn't care anymore.

But when she saw him again, she realized that she was just deceiving herself.

With just one look from him, she can be defeated.

Maybe it's because of being too tired, Jian Nian cried and cried, and actually cried herself to sleep.

In a daze, she had a dream.

She seemed to have returned to the time when she first met Feng Wang.

During that lively banquet, she followed her brother and was brought in front of Feng Lun.

"This is my sister, Jane Nian."

I have never seen such a good-looking person before. The 12-year-old Jian Nian didn't know how to hide her emotions at all, and stared straight at the handsome man in front of her.

The 20-year-old Feng Wang slightly bent down and handed her a piece of strawberry cake.

"In short, she is nothing like you."

"The little girl is so cute."

little girl...

Jian Nian in the dream began to feel sad again.

How could this old man Feng Wang be so bad, even in his dream, he still regarded her as a little girl.

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Bar VIP room.

The waiter pushed open the door, Feng Wang walked in unhurriedly.

"Someone has sent it back for you."

Feng Wang said calmly, took off his coat and sat down on the soft sofa.

Jian Yan leaned back against the sofa, lit a cigarette casually, then threw the lighter to Feng Wang: "Thanks."

Feng Wang took the lighter he threw over, and lighted the cigarette slowly.

"You said you are not free, why do you have time to come here to drink now?"

The man's long legs were crossed, and the cigarette was lazily held between his fingers, not smoking.

Jian Yan raised her eyebrows: "It's true that I didn't have time at the time. I just finished my work and came to relax. Is there a problem?"

After a pause, Jian Yan said again: "In order to thank you for helping me in your busy schedule, I invite you tonight, you can do whatever you want."

Feng Wang raised his eyebrows almost invisible: "Am I old?"

Hearing Jian Yan's words, for some reason, he thought of Jian Nian's "uncle" and "you" today.

The little girl was extremely polite today, and the respectful address gave him the illusion that he was already seventy or eighty years old.

"Aren't you old?" Jian Yan glanced at him, "A 28-year-old man, you think you are a 20-year-old guy."

Feng Wang glanced at him, and reminded him in a neutral voice: "You are the same age as me."

Jian Yan shrugged his shoulders: "Yes, but I didn't say I was young."

When the voice fell, Jian Yan felt something was wrong.

"What's the matter with you, you seem to care about your age today."

Never seen him like this before.

At the age of 28, a man is in the golden stage, why does he suddenly care about this.

"Your sister called me uncle today."

Jian Yan put out the cigarette in his hand, took a sip of wine, and said in a surprised tone: "Oh? Called you uncle? Didn't the little girl refuse to call you before? Well, it seems that she has grown up and become more sensible."

Although Feng Wang is the same age as Jian Yan, he is eight years older than Jian Nian, and because of his seniority in the aristocratic family, Jian Nian should call him uncle.

It's just that Jian Nian didn't want to call before.

The cigarette in his hand was almost burned out, and Feng Wang didn't take a puff.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were deep in color.

grown up?
The little girl has a bright face, a tall and slim figure, a pair of long white and thin legs, and her words and deeds are polite and decent.

Really, delicate and seductive.

She was indeed very different from the childish little girl in my impression.

Hmm - grown up.

(End of this chapter)