Sheng Xiao Han Yu

After tossing and turning until the early morning, Ouyang Hanyu went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, changed into pajamas and went to bed, not approaching the little girl. He watched the little girl sleeping peacefully, as quiet as before. Her drunken personality was suitable for her age. Although she was over 18, she was still a vibrant freshman in college. He was usually a little self-conscious and afraid to talk to people, which might be related to the little girl's life experience. Thinking of this, he felt sad and fell asleep while thinking about it.

In the early morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains. Hua Sheng fluttered his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes. Everything around him began to become clear, but his mind was still in chaos, and he felt dizzy and heavy. He wanted to sit up, but felt something wrapped around his waist. He looked over and his eyes widened. He was so scared that he almost screamed and quickly covered his mouth. Why, why is it the young master? Where is this? With trembling hands, he gently took away the delicate hands and quietly got out of bed. Seeing that this was an unfamiliar room, he hurriedly found his shoes and put them on. He tiptoed to the door, opened it, went out, and gently closed the door. He quietly went downstairs, not daring to go to the dormitory, and went directly to the small garden.

"Master, are you up yet?" Uncle Meng was surprised that the Master hadn't come down to eat breakfast so late today. The Master was usually very self-disciplined and should have finished breakfast and gone to the group by now.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ouyang Hanyu opened his eyes and glanced to the side, but there was no one there, the little girl had already run away. Ouyang Hanyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, which meant that it was irresponsible for her to force a kiss on him. He got up from the bed and opened the door, and saw Uncle Meng raising his hand to knock on the door again. "Master, are you feeling unwell?" Uncle Meng saw that the young master had messy hair, his pajamas were not properly put on, and he looked like he had not woken up yet. He had never seen such a sloppy young master. The young master always dressed calmly and meticulously. Being stared at by Uncle Meng like this, Ouyang Hanyu felt a little uncomfortable. He did not sleep well last night because of the torment of the little girl, and when he looked closely, he saw bloodshot in his eyes.

"No, you go down first. I'll go down later!" Ouyang Hanyu's ears were a little red, and after he said that, he closed the door and walked into the bathroom.

The butler looked at the closed door. Did he see that the young master was shy, or maybe it was just his own hallucination? The butler shook his head and went downstairs without figuring it out, and went to arrange breakfast for the young master.

Ouyang Hanyu tidied himself up and went downstairs. He was wearing a classic black coat, and the straight lines gave people a simple and powerful feeling. The white shirt and tie inside, as well as the black leather shoes on his feet, all silently told of his calmness and competence. He returned to the elegant, calm and handsome number one in Lincheng. He walked to the dining table and sat down to eat breakfast elegantly. He took a sip of milk and then took a bite of the sandwich. After finishing breakfast, he took a tissue to wipe his mouth. He looked at Xiaojuan who was passing by the restaurant, "Where is Hua Sheng?"

"Hua Sheng might be in that small garden, right? I haven't seen her since I woke up this morning." Xiao Juan answered, wondering why the young master suddenly asked about Hua Sheng. Hua Sheng rarely comes here, so she might have met her in the garden. The young master attaches great importance to that garden. Remembering that she didn't see Hua Sheng last night, she complained, "I didn't see her last night, and she didn't have dinner. She didn't have breakfast this morning either. I wonder what she's doing? I wonder if she worked today."

Ouyang Hanyu felt annoyed when he heard the little girl hadn't eaten breakfast. He didn't understand Xiaojuan's deeper meaning. He wondered if she could grow taller without breakfast, even though she was so small. With this thought, his feet involuntarily walked towards the plane tree-lined path leading to the small garden. He paused halfway and walked back. He forced himself to go to work at the group.

In the garden, Hua Sheng's mood was like being fried in oil. He really didn't know what to do. He just worked hard, worked hard, and worked hard to drive away the helplessness, panic, and frustration in his heart. Why did he run into the young master's bed last night? How would he face everyone in the future? How would he explain his whereabouts to everyone in the dormitory last night? He really wanted to find a shell to hide in.