Shen Huaixu subconsciously tucked her dried hair behind her ears and joked, "Really? I thought you would be disappointed."
Jiang Fan's hand paused, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and he didn't dare to look at him: "You are busy with work, I will understand."
She was just a little bit disappointed, but she could still regulate her emotions.
When she said this, she felt like an unreasonable little resentful woman.
Wait, something seems a little bit wrong.
"Well, she's quite considerate." Shen Huaixu smiled silently.
"If you are generous and generous, you will always be happy in your heart. If you are generous, everyone will be happy." Jiang Fan glanced at him and didn't care at all even though he was getting wet more. He also took out a few tissues and handed them to him, " You should wipe it too."
Shen Huaixu smiled and took the tissue handed over by Jiang Fan. Unlike the gentle wipe he gave to Jiang Fan, the wipe he gave himself was very casual.
She seemed far more interesting than he had imagined.
It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when we returned to the hotel after dinner, and Shen Huaixu sent people to the door of the room.
Jiang Fan glanced at the closed door and said to Shen Huaixu, "Then I'll go in first. Good night."
When eating just now, seeing that Jiang Fan accidentally touched the burn wound yesterday and didn't dare to eat more, Shen Huaixu couldn't help but remind him: "Well, remember to spray the medicine again before going to bed."
Jiang Fan nodded and said softly: "Okay."
After closing the door, Jiang Fan walked directly to the sofa, put his bag on the table, and then sunk himself into it.
After a while, she covered her feverish face again, recalling her recent interactions with Shen Huaixu.
Although Shen Huaixu looks cold and difficult to get along with, sometimes his words can go straight to the heart.
But after getting to know him, I found that he actually still has a careful and gentle side, as if he doesn't have to worry about anything with him.
Jiang Fan had to admit that his caring and gentleness, talent, outlook, appearance and respect for her could really make her like him.
She has never been in love and doesn't know what true love feels like.
What she only knows now is that she doesn't hate Shen Huaixu. Sometimes she still wants to care about him for no reason, and her heart will speed up when facing him.
Where is Shen Huaixu?
How do you feel about her now?
She is afraid.
He was afraid that he would sink in, but in the end he was still very sober, and he still got what he wanted from this marriage...
The college asked the teachers to rest for two days before arranging to return to Beijing together.
Jiang Fan teaches freshmen professional courses. First-year students have relatively few professional courses, and most of them are public courses. She has no schedule this semester except for classes on Wednesday and Thursday in the morning and afternoon and Friday afternoon and evening.
The courses that were delayed for more than a week had to be made up at a later time. After all, the freshmen's daily courses were very full and could not be scheduled at all.
The day when the work ended happened to be Friday. Jiang Fan planned to stay in Nanheng for one or two more days to learn more about the city before returning to Beijing on Tuesday afternoon.
Walking alone on the streets of Nanheng, feeling the atmosphere of autumn and the city.
From time to time, one or two leaves of the phoenix tree beside the street would fall off. After a while, the street was covered with the unique "coat" of autumn.
Jiang Fan took off the golden phoenix leaves that fell on his shoulders and walked to the corner of the street. There was a small wonton shop. White mist curled over the pot and the boss.
Those who eat here are all nearby neighbors, including children, old people, and young couples...
They sat at the table and chatted about their parents' affairs.
The lively atmosphere makes this bleak street rendered by autumn filled with the happiness and warmth that only belongs here.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but stop here, picked up his mobile phone and scanned the QR code for payment next to him: "Boss, I want a crab roe wonton."
While the boss was busy cooking the wontons in the pot, he nodded enthusiastically to Jiang Fan in a Nanheng native accent and responded: "Okay, beauty, find a seat and sit down. It will be ready in a moment."
Jiang Fan found a seat and sat down.
The boss served the meal very quickly, and within a short while, a portion of steaming and fragrant wontons was brought to the table.
The wontons are generous, and the white soup base with chopped green onions, coriander and dried shrimps looks very tempting.
Jiang Fan scooped one up with a spoon, blew on it before carefully putting it into his mouth.
The fresh aroma of crab roe instantly invades the entire throat, and the sense of satisfaction reaches its highest point at this moment.
"Little beauty, how delicious is it?" A grandma sitting at the table next to her asked kindly.
Jiang Fan finished chewing the food in his mouth, then nodded and replied: "Yeah, it's delicious."
"Is it Fa? We have been eating here for decades, and his wontons are like this." As she said this, grandma gave a thumbs up.
Jiang Fan's eyebrows were crooked, and he smiled and gave a thumbs up: "I think so too."
Grandma: "Little beauty, judging by your accent, you shouldn't be a local, right?"
Jiang Fan shook his head and scooped up the next wonton, "No, I'm from northern Beijing and came here on a business trip."
Grandma began to introduce enthusiastically: "He's from Beijing. My grandson also works in Beijing. He is a doctor. His current income is very stable, and his height and appearance are not bad."
Jiang Fan could still hear this.
She curved her lips and smiled, and replied objectively: "Your grandson is excellent."
