little lover

Han Qiaoye and Long Yu went to buy flowers together, Long Yu carefully selected them there, and Han Qiaoye accompanied him as a consultant.

Long Yu listened to him and chose some roses. Han Qiaoye stood aside and took one to play with, twirled it around twice, and asked him, "What flower does Yifan like?"

Long Yu lowered his head to choose, and said quietly: "I don't know."

Han Qiaoye asked him again: "When is his birthday?"

Long Yu raised his head to look at him.

Han Qiaoye immediately said, "Flowers are matched according to birthday and month. I don't mean anything else, just ask casually."

Long Yu said: "I've never seen you live so casually before."

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Waiting for Long Yu to choose, Han Qiaoye told him again: "Write a card, otherwise people will think it is a gift from a fan! Teacher Fang has a lot of girls who are obsessed with him."

Long Yu thought for a while holding the card, and signed his name.

Han Qiaoye wanted to laugh, but he didn't stop it. It was quite interesting, just like the youthful love in his youth, not so perfect, but also with unskilled clumsy seriousness.

After Long Yu finished it, he thought about it for a while, but he was probably still worried, so he asked Han Qiaoye to visit for him.

Han Qiaoye thought that he hadn't seen Zhuo Yifan for a few days, and it would be nice to visit the child by the way, so he agreed.

He took the flowers and went to Fang Jingyao's house, and sent a message to Zhuo Yifan downstairs, deliberately scaring him: "You haven't seen me for a few days?"

Zhuo Yifan replied quickly: "There is something at home."

Han Qiaoye was sour: "What about me? I'm a sick patient. I can't do what you promised? Come back with me. I haven't been eating well for the past few days, which seriously affects my normal work."

Zhuo Yifan said: "Don't make trouble! My master is very sad!"

Han Qiaoye made an unreasonable look while going upstairs, and typed to him: "I don't care, I'm going up!"

He just arrived at the door after sending it out. He put the phone in his pocket, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

When Zhuo Yifan came to open the door, his eyes widened. He looked at him, and at the bouquet of flowers in his hand, and said in a daze, "Are you really here?"

Han Qiaoye flicked the flowers in his hands, and said with a smile, "Get out of the way, I'll talk to your master about something."

Zhuo Yifan looked at him with vigilance.

Han Qiaoye leaned into his ear, blew, and said, "Things that children can't hear."

Zhuo Yifan stood away covering his ears, but still stared at him.