Can't help but be moved

Chapter 4

In short, he came by car.

Because of being scolded, I was upset, drank too much wine, and was a little confused, so I couldn't drive back by myself.

Feng Wang originally wanted to leave the drunkard in the box, anyway, this bar is one of the properties owned by Jian's family.

But somehow he thought of something, Feng Wang finally helped the drunk man up and brought him into his car.

"Go to Jane's house."

After the man calmly said this to the driver, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, ignoring the drunk man beside him who was already sprawling.

It was past midnight when Feng Wang sent Jian Yan back to Jian's house.

When Jian Mingli and Bai Lu saw their son who was being helped by Feng Wang to enter the door and couldn't even stand upright, they were so angry that they almost wanted to wake him up with a basin of water on the spot.

But due to Feng Wang's presence, he still resisted the urge.

"Feng Wang, it's really hard for you to send us Jianyan back so late. Come, come, sit down."

Bai Lu beckoned Feng Wang to sit down, and at the same time asked Jian Mingli to pour a glass of water.

"Come here, drink water."

Feng Wan got up slightly, dragged the bottom of the cup with one hand, held the body of the cup with the other, took the water that Jian Mingli handed over with both hands.

"Thank you, Uncle Jane."

Jian Mingli smiled: "What's your name Uncle Jian? To be honest, you have to call me Brother Sheng."

The Jian family and the Feng family are family friends.

Feng Wang is an old man, so in terms of seniority, he and Jian Mingli are considered to be of the same generation.

But because Feng Wang and Jian Yan were born in the same year, they played together since childhood, so this generation is a bit strange for both families.

Feng Wang had never called Uncle Jian before, and of course Brother Jian was even less likely.

Feng Wang suddenly opened his mouth tonight, Jian Mingli felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't think much about it.

Feng Huayu's tone was calm and polite: "No, I should call you Uncle Sheng no matter in terms of age or etiquette."

Bai Lu was a little puzzled.

In terms of etiquette...it's obviously the elder brother's generation.

Where does the etiquette in this presumptuous mouth refer to?
Jian Mingli didn't care about these trivial matters.

In fact, it's good to be called Uncle.

At his age, being called brother by a young man who is as old as his own son, thinking about it, he feels quite uncomfortable.

The drunk Jian Yan lay on the sofa and kept yelling that he was thirsty, but no one paid any attention to him.

Bai Lu and Jian Mingli only cared about talking to Feng Wang.

"Feng Wang, speaking of it, I have to thank you for sending our family Nini back today."

Feng Wang knew who Nini was referring to.

Feng Wang put down the water glass, pressed down the wrinkled and wrinkled clothes with one hand, with a faint smile on his face: "This is what I should do."

Jian Mingli looked up at the European clock hanging in the living room, and said: "It's getting late, Feng Wang, you have to go to work tomorrow, right. Then Uncle Jian won't keep you anymore, go back and rest early."

Bai Lu followed suit and said, "Come to our house for dinner tomorrow. You have helped us both today. You and I must thank you very much, Uncle Jian."

Feng Wan got up slowly: "Thank you, Aunt Bai, but I already have an appointment with someone tomorrow."

Jian Mingli and Bai Lu also stood up, and were about to say something more, when there was movement in the stairwell.

The three of them looked over together, only to see a white rabbit-eared slipper Gululu rolling down the stairs.

Bai Lu: "Nini?"

Jian Nian, who was hiding behind the wall, patted her head angrily.

Jian Nian, forget it if you're stupid!
Jian Mingli also said: "Nini, what are you doing, why are you still awake?"

Seeing that she could no longer pretend to be dead, Jian Nian, who was squatting behind, could only slowly pop her head out: "I, I just heard someone talking, so I got curious and took a look..."

As she spoke, she quickly ran downstairs and put on the white rabbit ear slippers that rolled down: "Mom and Dad, I didn't mean to disturb you, I just..."

She was interrupted by her father before she finished speaking: "The little girl is not sensible, so why don't you come over and call someone?"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Jian Nian lowered her head and bit the corner of her lips, and walked towards Feng Lu.

"Uncle Feng Wang, good evening."

Seeing the reluctant look of the little girl in front of him, Feng Wang was inexplicably in a good mood.

"Well, good evening."

Feng Lu's gaze has been on her ever since she appeared.

The little girl in front of him was wearing a pink nightdress with suspenders. The suspenders were about a finger's width away. Her fair and small shoulders and delicate collarbone were exposed in front of him at close range. Her delicate skin was faintly visible under the loose black hair.

The man's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

Looking away from Jian Nian, Feng Wang said: "Uncle Jian, I'm going back now."

Jian Mingli nodded: "Go."

Bai Lu pushed Jian Nian who was standing there like a little wooden chicken: "Nini, send you off to Uncle Feng Wan."

"mom……"

Jane was reluctant.

She didn't want to be alone with Feng Wang.

When she came back this time, she had made up her mind to give up on him and completely forgot about him.

Therefore, it should be avoided.

Seeing Jian Nian's reluctance, Feng Wang said: "It's fine, don't send it away."

In the end, Jian Nian was forced out of the door by her own mother.

It was already dark, and the yard was lit, and the orange light elongated the figures of the two walking on the gravel road in the front yard.

The two figures, one in front and one behind, walked slowly.

Suddenly, the figure in front stopped.

Jian Nian, who kept her head down, didn't notice that the man in front had stopped, and bumped into him.

"Ouch."

She snorted softly and staggered back two steps, Feng Xuan lightly grabbed her wrist to prevent her from falling.

"Be careful."

The man held her wrist and whispered, the delicate touch under his palm made him a little dazed, and he couldn't help wanting to rub it carefully.

But afraid of scaring the little girl, Feng Wang finally restrained his emotions and let go of her hand very quickly.

Standing still, Jian Nian realized that she had a brief physical contact with Feng Wang just now, the tips of her ears suddenly became red and hot, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

The man in front of her was the one she had been secretly in love with for eight years.

Although he has made up his mind to give up this secret love, how can it be possible to forget the relationship immediately.

It was impossible for her to feel nothing when she had contact with him.

Fortunately, it was dark now, and her hair was down, so he couldn't see his ears that were so red that they were about to bleed.

Otherwise, she would really feel ashamed.

Just as Jian Nian was rejoicing, her vision suddenly went dark.

A shadow came down.

With his back to the light, the man bent slightly to approach her face.

At that moment, Jian Nian couldn't even breathe unconsciously, and a pair of small hands hanging by her side tightly clenched the hem of the skirt.

After a while, Feng Wan straightened up, and said in a low voice as if sighing: "When you bump it lightly, your forehead turns red, it really is very delicate."

Jian Nian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard him say that she was squeamish, she felt a little unhappy: "I'm not very squeamish."

Feng Lu raised his eyebrows, with a slight upward curve in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on her for a while to size up.

Jian Nian felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and silently took a step back: "What are you looking at?"

When the voice fell, she heard a low laugh.

(End of this chapter)