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Chapter 47 You seem to have a crush on me?
Fu Hanshen passed by this rented apartment after get off work, and since Song Yan ran away that day, he has been urged by Jing Chen to apologize to her and so on.

I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but in the past two days, I overheard Jing Chen saying that she lived here, so she stopped the car and came up as she happened to be passing by.

And the reason why he knew that Song Yan's room was in this room was easier to say. Someone came out from the next door, and he asked a little, and he easily found out which room they lived in.

Originally, Jingchen had given him her number that day, but it was obviously impossible for him to take the initiative to call and dawdle with someone on the phone.

However, the doorbell rang for so long, but no one came to open the door.

Isn't it there?

Fu Han frowned deeply, his perfect face showed no trace of emotion, his light, upright figure stood at the door, his suit was straight and just right, making him more perfect, and his calm demeanor, he was not surprised or spared , don't panic.

In fact, from the moment he pressed the doorbell, he felt something was wrong.

If her family and parents came to open the door, how would he explain his motivation for appearing here?How to explain his relationship with that woman?
Seeing that no one came to open the door for a long time, he didn't feel anything, everything seemed so casual, and he turned around leisurely.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was a sudden movement at the door behind him.

Turning his head back, he caught a glimpse of the door in front of him being carefully opened from the inside. Soon, a little boy's head was exposed, which was a bit weird...

It's kind of weird.

Fu Han stared sideways at the little guy inside the door, and the little guy inside the door was also staring at him, the eyes of one big and one small collided with each other, the big eyes were deep, and the small eyes were bright.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and he looked at him with mysterious deep eyes. His slender and tall figure had a sense of overlooking from a high position, revealing an arrogance and dignity that cannot be ignored.

It was Song Xiaoyuan who was inside the door who spoke first, blinked his innocent black agate eyes, and asked him knowingly, "Who are you looking for?"

Fu Han stared at him deeply. The reason why he felt weird was that the little guy inside the door was wearing a green turban on his head, which well covered most of his little nose and face, making him I can't see his complete facial features clearly, and I don't know where I found this thing.

Moreover, a little guy who is only half as tall as him is wearing a green turban, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel weird.

Pointing to his small head, his eyes are dark, his thin lips are slowly opened, his deep and pleasant voice is like the most beautiful voice on a cello, the volume is not too loud, steady and moderate, "Why are you wearing this?"

"I asked you first." Song Xiaoyuan didn't answer him, why did he wear it?

However, during the answer, Song Xiaoyuan sized up the man in front of him with small eyes. His fingers were clean and slender, and his bones were good-looking. Although his face was not the type that would surprise you at first sight, it was better in that the more you looked at it, the more attractive it was, and the more comfortable it was. The more you look the better.

This is a man who doesn't seem amazing at first glance, but in fact, as long as he pays too much attention, it is difficult to look away. He is the best of the best, the best of the best.

This was Song Xiaoyuan's inner thoughts when he faced this man head-on for the first time.

If you want to give this man an impression score, it will be roughly between 95 and [-] points.

After all, Fu Hanshen was also No. 2 on his list. [-].

Fu Hanshen did not expect that a little boy with a big fart would actually know how to calculate the priority with him, and he would not be convinced at all, but he found it interesting at first sight.

very fresh.

His brows raised slightly, Fu Hanshen turned around, and faced him directly, his dark eyes were burning, and his lips slightly curled up, "I'm passing by."

"..."

cut.

Just passing by his house?

Song Xiaoyuan expressed contempt in his heart, straightened his small body, raised his head, and squinted at him, "You just ring someone's doorbell when you pass by, what's your intention? I can call the police and arrest you, you weirdo."

"You wanted to call the police to arrest me, but you opened the door anyway. What's your intention?" Fu Han raised his eyebrows deeply, "Believe it or not, I can sue you for luring someone into the house for plotting to commit crimes?"

Song Xiaoyuan, "..."

He still managed him!

Song Xiaoyuan expressed dissatisfaction, he was more tactful than IQ, he was the best among his peers, how could he be defeated so easily?
Spreading his hands, shrugging his shoulders, Song Xiaoyuan said innocently, "I'm too young, I don't know what it means to plot something."

"That's right, you want to invite me in for tea." Pushing aside his small body, Fu Han took a step forward, walked in arrogantly, glanced casually at this small home layout, and then Turning around, he raised his eyebrows at Pidianpidian who was following up, and reminded him friendly, "Also, if you want to call the police and arrest someone, you must first have a phone."

Song Xiaoyuan was embarrassed.

Well, he also thinks it might be much more convenient to set up a landline at home, or to equip him with a mobile phone.

I randomly looked at the layout of this house. Although it is not big, compared with his house, it is about the size of a toilet, but the good thing is that it is clean, tidy and warm.

It can be seen that the woman is a woman who can do housework, which is in stark contrast to her greeting him with a broom and slap in the bathroom.

Thinking of that slap, Fu Hanshen felt his cheeks ache again...

"Usually you live with your sister?" Wuzi sat down on the small sofa, and Fu Hanshen glanced at the little man who was walking towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, just the two of us." Said Song Dayan belonged to his sister, but this man, he didn't say anything, so he wasn't lying.

"Where are your parents?" Fu Hanshen asked again.

Song Xiaoyuan's immature voice came from the kitchen, "Song Dayan said my father is dead."

"..."

Hearing a child say that his father was dead in a nonchalant tone, Fu Hanshen suddenly had the feeling that everyone often says now, and felt stuffy.

Full, inexplicable, stuffy.

How did that woman educate her children?To tell such a young child that his father is dead?

Considering his mood problems, Fu Hanshen didn't intend to continue to ask about his parents. He sat on the sofa, his suit was clean and tidy, elegant and calm, and there was an inherent arrogance that inadvertently exuded , easily become a pleasing and beautiful landscape.

Soon, Song Xiaoyuan came out of the kitchen, holding a cup in both hands, walked up to him on two short legs, and handed the cup to him, "Here, there is no tea, but there is boiled water."

This kid is so sensible and polite that people can't pay attention to him.

The deep eyes paused on his face for a moment, and he didn't know if it was because the green turban on his head was too funny, or for some other reason, Fu Hanshen quickly retracted his deep gaze, stretched out his slender and clean fingers, and took the cup with one hand , took a shallow sip, then put the cup on the coffee table, and then said slowly, "Children, don't do these things, you shouldn't do them."

"Then you drank it with peace of mind and didn't refuse it?" People who drank the water he poured have no right to say such things, right?

Fu Han said lazily, "Because the water you poured makes me take it for granted."

"You are not my father."

His voice was like a fly chewing on these words. He thought that Fu Hanshen would not hear it, but this guy had surprisingly good ears, so he suddenly replied, "Not now, maybe later."

Song Xiaoyuan was stunned, his white and tender face was full of astonishment.

What he meant was that he wanted to be his father?
After answering that sentence, Fu Hanshen was also taken aback for a while.

It was out of instinctive teasing of this little guy, but when he didn't pay attention, he seemed to casually mention a very sensitive topic.

Even though he knew that he had touched on a certain sensitive topic, a certain person still kept his expression unchanged, without feeling guilty at all. Instead, he raised his eyebrows, leaning against the sofa, and the old god was scanning the little guy sitting on the opposite sofa, talking eloquently Said, "You seem to have a good impression of me?"

Song Xiaoyuan curled his lips and looked at him up and down, "Which eye did you see?"

"Two."

Serving tea and water can only say that the little guy is well-mannered and polite, but letting him in and not driving him out is a bit interesting.

After all, they were strangers meeting for the first time now. A child with a serious sense of danger and safety would not let a stranger into the house easily.

But what he was thinking, Fu Hanshen hadn't figured it out yet.

Because one thing I have to admit is that this little guy seems to have one thing in common with him, that is, he will never take the initiative to express his intentions before the other party has expressed his intentions.

At such a young age, he is thoughtful and knows how to go around. When he grows up, he must be a good material for a businessman, and it is a rare one.

But a child is still a child after all, no matter how smart Song Xiaoyuan is, he can't play with him, a 32-year-old man who has been in the mall for many years and is calm.

Being stared at by his pair of penetrating eyes, Song Xiaoyuan quickly felt guilty.

Who told him to be NO. What about 2?
"You're too cunning, I don't want to play with you anymore." Sliding off the sofa, Song Xiaoyuan pointed at the door with his little finger, obviously chasing away guests, "The door is over there, don't see you off."

Fu Han smiled deeply. Facts have proved that Song Xiaoyuan does have a crush on him.

He still doesn't know where this good feeling comes from, but what he knows is that there is still something between them.

Judging from the previous conversations, he even noticed that Song Xiaoyuan seemed to be hiding a lot of his inner thoughts when he had a good impression of him.

Although he is mature and experienced, he is not yet capable of hollowing out a child's mind.

Lips hooked into a smile, Fu Hanshen stood up, and was about to speak to leave, but at this moment, Song Xiaoyuan, who was standing on the ground, suddenly swayed, his whole body's strength seemed to be pulled away from his body, and his eyes folded to the point of collapse. Together, they swayed and fell to the ground.

"..."

At this moment, Fu Hanshen was unable to make a sound, but he could clearly feel that something seemed to jump out of his chest following his swaying and falling body...

(End of this chapter)