Sheng Xiao Han Yu

Hua Sheng was actually quite hungry at this point. Hearing what Ouyang Hanyu said, he couldn't wait to walk towards the garden archway, having already thrown away the embarrassment just now. After walking a few steps, he turned back and walked over to Ouyang Hanyu, pulling them towards the entrance. Before Ouyang Hanyu could react, he was being led by a small hand. Ouyang Hanyu felt that the touch was not good, very rough. He wondered how much hardship the little hand had gone through at such a young age to make it so rough. An inexplicable feeling flashed through his mind, and Ouyang Hanyu felt a little annoyed.

Hua Sheng was unaware of Ouyang Hanyu's changing mindset, and she was determined to take the uncle with her when she left. While the place wasn't as extravagant as she'd imagined, she couldn't leave outsiders here. During her time at the villa, Hua Sheng had begun to notice a few things. The rest of the villa was planted with elegant trees and flowers, exuding a sense of sophistication. This place, however, was unique, a vibrant riot of color. The housekeeper had even assigned someone to take care of it, indicating its importance and responsibility.

Hua Sheng thought with a sense of justice, completely unaware that her small hand was holding a larger one as they walked along the sycamore path leading to the villa gate. The sycamore trees on both sides of the path swayed gently in the breeze, like a gentle embrace between lovers. Ouyang Hanyu, not knowing what he was thinking, let Hua Sheng lead the way. When they reached the villa gate, they ran into Fangfang, a maid, who was coming out. Hua Sheng greeted her, "Sister Fangfang, are you going out?" Hua Sheng was new, so she greeted and fawned over the villa's maids.

But Fangfang saw that she was instantly panicked and stood up respectfully, "Master, dinner..." Ouyang Hanyu behind her raised the index finger of his other hand and put it to his mouth to silence her!

When Hua Sheng heard the words "young master, dinner", he thought that the young master had returned. He wanted to continue talking, but saw Fang Fang's face with a rich expression, which was very strange.

"Ahem," Ouyang Hanyu coughed his hand against his mouth to remind Hua Sheng that she was still holding his hand. To cover up the embarrassment at the moment, he had somehow made her hold his hand all the way, letting her realize that she still owed this person. But this person's brain was speechless. If he didn't cough to remind her, she would probably remember him only when she was eating with her hands. He was usually the center of attention, but today he was actually messed up by a little girl... Speechless! He was usually mature and steady, never showing his emotions, but today he really annoyed people more than once. But outsiders couldn't see a single thing, he was still the calm and wise number one in Lincheng.

"Ah," Hua Sheng reacted quickly and shook off Ouyang Hanyu's hand, and hurriedly explained: "This, this, this..." She stuttered for a long time, without a complete sentence, because she had no way to explain, she didn't know this person at all. But Fangfang must have misunderstood, because they were holding hands. In their village, men and women holding hands would be gossiped about and they couldn't raise their heads. Hua Sheng's face flushed and she looked like she was about to cry. Ouyang looked at Fangfang and then at the workers' canteen. Fangfang reacted and said to the canteen, "I, I'm going to the canteen, Hua Sheng, come quickly too." Fangfang thought that Hua Sheng's habit of stuttering when he was nervous had infected her, and in fact, she was really nervous at the moment. Hua Sheng brought the young master back, it's not right to say "bring", it was pulled back. Oh my God, I can't try to get away quickly.

"Little Black Charcoal, go eat!" Ouyang saw that Hua Sheng was about to cry, so he called Little Black Charcoal, whom she was bothered about, to ease her mood.

"Okay, have you eaten yet? Or..." She felt a little better, but still a little uncomfortable. It wasn't right for Hua Sheng to eat alone, but it wasn't right to ask others to eat in the cafeteria either. Because the uncle didn't look like their kind of person. He had a kind of elegance and composure, with delicate and three-dimensional features, like a masterpiece sculpted by an artist. Although his outfit was simple and casual, the clothes were cut to fit his body and the material looked very good.