So, is he wrong?

An Yu was a little embarrassed.

No, where do you like it for no reason?

Although An Yu didn't want to admit it, there was one thing that he most minded.

That's Lin Chu's current situation. His An Yu is simply not worthy of it, even as Lin Che said, there is nothing in his body that makes Lin Che like.

Not to mention foster care ...

An Yu felt sad and gave up.

"Favorite — 5"

Once before returning to the revolution, it was so.

Xia Qiu listened to the reminder in her head, and felt that her hammer was almost the same. If she continued to weight it, An Yu could not stand it.

With a smile, Ling Lips bent, the charming woman leaned up on the table, pressed her palm against the table, her slender hand suddenly pinched on An Yu's chin, raised his face and forced him to look at himself.

"An Yu ~"

Watery black eyes looked at An Yu, leaned down and looked at An Yu, Xia Qiu smiled brightly.

"But no matter what kind of An Yu you are, I want to give you the best and let you have a better life."

"You shouldn't be imprisoned by poverty, but you should stand on a higher basis and look at a wider and wider world."

"I believe that in the future I can see An Yu, who is flying soaring. He will have the same status as his pride, instead of relying on camouflage."

The woman smiled brightly and warmly, just as An Yu looked at her dress and skirt, still the red she always liked.

Lin Che drew his lips and stared at him, like a fire.

The rampage rushed towards him.

"Why?" An Yu didn't know how to react. The whole person was surrounded by the fire, and what he had been thinking about but didn't dare to say, was said so lightly by Xia Qiu.

An Yu's inner desire was aroused.

The saddest thing in this world is that your identity doesn't deserve your ambition.

An Yu said these words, and she felt ridiculous.

But speaking from Lin Che's mouth, An Yu felt that she was sketching him as if he were the blueprint for his future.

He didn't believe in himself, what could she do?

"I like you, An Yu." Xia Qiu's smile was clear and warm.

Looking straight at An Yu, word by word.

"So please accept my help."

Snapped--

Something fell to the ground, making a loud noise in the quiet cafe.

Su Liang was standing beside him, apparently shocked.

He held the coffee they ordered in his hand, and fell to the ground with the tray, and the splashed coffee stains struck his leg.

An Yu turned back, and immediately leaned back, avoiding Xia Qiu's hand.

Xia Qiu naturally retracted his hand and sat back in his seat.

A quietly onlooking clerk rushed forward, carefully looking at Xia Qiu and An Yu, while packing up the mess on the ground.

After all, Su Liang had gone through storms and rains, and he quickly recovered.

The look was a little dignified.

He looked at Xia Qiu, and then looked at An Yu.

These two people really don't match.

IMHO, this Miss Lin looks very much like a rich woman's mistress. Now, this move is more like a mistress who wants to raise a male student ...

If Xia Qiu hadn't assessed Su Liang's family beforehand, I'm afraid that Su Liang has already fulfilled this conjecture in his heart.

"An Yu, this is how ..."

Su Liang sat back and took out the documents carefully.

In fact, he really wanted to load the files back, but reasonably told him that if An Yu agreed, this would be a particularly good thing for An Yu.

The document was pushed in front of An Yu.