Fei Jiayu was a little absent-minded, and her eyes turned to Yan Ge's delicate white and greasy hand again and again, and she really wanted to hold her hand again.

Just as he reached out her hand, she suddenly hurried forward.

There is a small shelf in front, selling some knitwear.

"What would you say if I knitted a hat for him?" She happily turned to ask his opinion: "You said, would he like it?"

"I will definitely like it." Fei Jiayu froze. "It should be troublesome. Your time is so precious, but it is not necessary ..."

Yange interrupted him: "Give it to the beloved, it doesn't matter if you take the time, it can better express my feelings, what do you think?"

Fei Jiayu nodded joyfully: "Well, that's fine."

Fei Jiayu finalized the color, the style of the song selection, and a scarf took more than half a day for two people.

But fortunately, each other felt that they had learned a lot, and happily went out of the mall.

Yan Ge asked Fei Jiayu to send himself to the school and got out of the car. He rarely asked Fei Jiayu to drive slowly when you go back.

This is about caring about him. Fei Jiayu nodded and told her: "Sleep early at night, don't stay up late to study."

Yan Ge nodded and waved at him before walking towards the campus.

Fei Jiayu kept watching her entering the school, and then she reluctantly retreated.

On her birthday, she will give him a scarf. Will she confess to him?

He suddenly thought, maybe that day, he could confess to her first.

Girls like her should be spoiled.

To take this step, he should come first.

It wasn't long before Yan Ge returned to the dormitory, and Fei Yunze called.

Yan Ge's phone is muted. Except for calling Father Xu and Mother Xu, she has no habit of talking to others. This call by Fei Yunze is also destined to be left unanswered.

So the next day when I went to Fei's make-up class, I saw Fayun Ze, who was sitting in the living room with a dark face, as soon as I entered the door.

Yange stood scared and didn't move, or Zhang's mother was busy explaining: "Ms. Xu is here, I have cut fruit here, and Mr. Xu should eat some fruit first?"

Yan Ge shook his head, nodded slightly toward Fei Yunze, said hello, and walked upstairs against the wall.

Fei Yunze glared at her back with a cigarette, and gritted his teeth.

Yange knocked on Fei Jiayu's door, but instead of opening the door as before, the man shouted in the room, "Is this Teacher Xu? Come in!"

Yange pushed in, and saw Fei Jiayu lying on his back in bed.

She asked in surprise: "Did you catch a cold?"

As I walked in, I put my schoolbag on the table, reached out and touched his forehead: "No fever? What's wrong?"

Before he could respond, her soft, warm hands touched his forehead.

Accompanied by the faint fragrance of her body.

The smell fluttered his face and wrapped him in a moment, making his brain stuck for a moment, and his face rose unknowingly.

His shoulder had been dragged by her: "No fever pretending to be sick? Hurry up!"

With this drag, he screamed immediately.

Yan Ge looked at him with a puzzled look.

Fei Jiayu tilted her head and said unnaturally, "It's my second uncle. He hit me."

He paused, and he was very embarrassed and grieved: "My second uncle even treated me like a three-year-old child. You don't know how hard he started, too hard."