Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Fang Mu is undoubtedly beautiful.

Risveglio.

This was Mr. Sui’s former WeChat nickname, meaning “awakening,” and his sharp personality was revealed in the details.

After they fell in love, even a career-oriented man like him was softened by her affection. He gradually got used to treating his girlfriend as half of his world and worked hard to cultivate his ability to love step by step.

As the media said, a qualified man must balance career and family.

Sui Yi always hopes to do his best.

Because of this, he began to feel that the nickname was too "sharp" and thought about changing it.

"Just change it to your real name." Wen Qingyang suggested without looking up from the keyboard. "I've never had the habit of adding special names to notes. It would be more convenient if you change it to your real name. Otherwise, what if I say something sweet to the wrong person?"

So, as the anchor Qing'er left the Internet, the name Risveglio gradually disappeared, but ww remained the same.

[ww: I'm having dinner with Song'er right now. It might be 11 or 12 o'clock by the time we get back. If you're tired, go to bed early and don't wait for me~]

【ww：［Picture］】

It's normal for my boyfriend to ask me about my life when I get home late on weekend nights.

Wen Qingyang tried hard to suppress the ripples in his heart, bit the straw, took a photo of the two sisters clinking glasses, and sent it to him.

"Hey, my boyfriend's checking up on me?" After all, it was mainly thanks to Mr. Sui that Song Weirui had a wonderful life with thirty years less of hard work, and she was quite cooperative.

"Um."

This short word made Fang Mu feel that the water droplets attached to his skin seemed to seep into his body along his skin texture, and gathered into a sticky and undulating feeling of dampness in his body.

He lowered his eyes, pretending not to hear the conversation, and smiled, "They said there will be a punishment for the last place. I wonder what punishment you plan to give me?"

There was no mention of rewards or punishments just now, only that it was just fun, probably the result of a group of men scheming against each other.

"The first place winner hasn't even claimed the jackpot yet, why are you so anxious?" Song Weirui, still remembering their breakup, casually mocked her, "Why, the waitress didn't even call you 'sister'? Aren't you, number 7, a little too unprofessional?"

Fang Mu's face turned pale for a moment.

The guests could just change their clothes after swimming, but he couldn't do that freely. He had to ask for the guests' consent before going anywhere. So he couldn't help shivering in his wet clothes.

Wen Qingyang curled his lips and tilted his head to give him a look.

The other party stopped talking at the right time and said, "Forget about the punishment. Our Zhou Zhou is second to last, and I don't want him to be unhappy."

Fang Mu saw this, and the flame of hope secretly burned a little brighter, and some of his ideas became more firm.

Number 12 came forward and said, "Sisters, Number 7 didn't mean it. After all, he's older than me, so it's really hard for him to swim fast! Sister Wen, please don't worry about him. I haven't let you down. Can you give me a little reward?"

Humph, the old man is still flirting and pretending to be noble, but in fact his mind is not on the competition, but on how to seduce others.

The little boy glanced at him with disdain, then quickly changed his expression to innocence before the distinguished guest looked over. He bent down deeply, his Adam's apple barely visible, and said, "Sister Wen, did you see that I was the first one to swim back?"

The little boy is good-looking and can talk. Even if he smells of tea from time to time, he is still cute - as long as he is willing to spend time on me.

Wen Qingyang knew this very well, but he still raised his hand and touched his head, circling his fingers behind his Adam's apple: "What do you want?"

"Would you like me to come visit you later?"

This kind of proposal is cleverly positioned within the customer's acceptance level and generally will not be rejected. It can also leave a good impression on the customer that you are not materialistic or greedy.

Sui Yi: Remember to ask the driver to pick you up when the time comes. Don't drive yourself.

Wen Qingyang smiled and pinched his face. Before he could say anything, he saw another message pop up on WeChat.

【ww: Good [love]】

She put down her phone and didn't take it seriously.

Just as she was about to signal Song Weirui to go and complete the lost bet, the half-dressed man in front of her suddenly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Can I, can I talk to you alone for a few minutes? Please! It won't take you long!"

Fang Mu couldn't help but feel anxious, fearing that No. 12 would attract all her attention and make him miss this opportunity and then lose hope.

Her round amber eyes were filled with pleading, and her fingers were not completely dry but clenched tightly, leaving very faint wet marks on her cuffs.

Wen Qingyang took a glimpse, took off his cardigan, put it on his arm, and stared at him from top to bottom and inside and outside for a long time.

It lasted so long that even the few people who had just landed thought she was going to reject them mercilessly, and they all held their breath waiting for the atmosphere to reach its freezing point.

"Can."

Wen Qingyang stood up first and walked back to the box.

Under the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier, Fang Mu felt vaguely that his despicable thoughts were exposed.

But, he really didn't want her to misunderstand him as a playboy seeking wealth and fame.

He took a deep breath, knelt on the carpet as before, and whispered: "Qingyang, it's been four years since we last met. Didn't you expect me to appear here?"

Wen Qingyang was playing with the cup in his hand, with no intention of talking.

He could only slowly and truthfully tell the story: "My mother had been overworked for years and had already developed a chronic illness. When I was a junior in college, she had a sudden illness and... passed away. My father was so heartbroken that his health collapsed, and he had to resign and stay home to recuperate. But the family had to borrow money from many people to pay for my mother's treatment, and the debt was very heavy..."

"I barely finished college and then rushed out to make money. I was so busy that I didn't even have time to go online." Fang Mu pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled sadly. "You know, I don't have your strong abilities and achievements. It's hard to find a high-paying job. I can only come to Xianglin to try a shortcut."

Wen Qingyang stopped what he was doing and looked at him: "Teacher Fang passed away?"

Fang Mu's name comes from a very simple naming idea - his mother's surname is Fang and his father's surname is Mu, so his name is Fang Mu.

Wen Qingyang could still clearly recall that Teacher Fang patted her on the shoulder and said that she was busy recently and wanted her to help copy the lesson plans and would pay her by the hour.

She's not stupid, so how could she not see Teacher Fang's good intentions of worrying that she would be tired from working part-time?

"You're smart. I can explain it to Fang Mu ten times, but it's faster to point you out once. You're my most valued student." The woman smiled casually, and the wrinkles around her eyes that usually looked stern softened. "Don't be embarrassed. Having your help makes me feel more relaxed."

Along the way, she has never forgotten every bit of kindness that she treasures in her heart.

Fang Mu lowered his head and responded softly.

The carpet was soft, and he pulled at it unconsciously, his eyes wandering. "My father has always doted on me, hoping I'd marry into a wealthy family. He told me to respect myself and not date women easily. I was forced to break up with you, and I cried for days looking at the disappearing chat box..."

"My current situation is probably the retribution for my scorn for the poor and my love for the rich."

He did not say that his feelings for her had only grown and not diminished since they had been apart, nor did he say that he had wanted to come to her regardless of anything countless times, nor did he say that he even had the malice to interfere in other people's feelings.

That would be too much.

He knew Wen Qingyang's pride and that she would never go back to him; but he also knew that Wen Qingyang was not a heartless person and perhaps she would change her mind about him.

Wen Qingyang placed the wine glass next to the armrest, and the silver ring on his ring finger made an inexplicable sound.

Her fingertips traced a small patch of discolored material on the band.

Fang Mu is undoubtedly beautiful.

Otherwise, Wen Qingyang would not have agreed to date him.

For a face-obsessed person like her, essentially only a handsome man acting coquettishly or angry can make her feel a little soft-hearted.

Now he was like a kitten that had been caught in a heavy rain, with all his fur wet, but he chose to lie on her knees and cry, begging his former owner to take him home.

The light blue Adam's apple is hidden under the transparent clothes, and the waist dimples are as conspicuous as a locator. The chest-to-hip ratio is not as good as Sui Yi's, but the feeling of fragility is much stronger.

So pitiful.

"Wen Qingyang, is your name Wen Qingyang?"

The boy squeezed over with his homework, staring at her with his round eyes without blinking as she did the questions.

"Mr. Wen, can you teach me how to do these two questions? Let me be clear, it's not that I'm stupid, it's that I really want to improve! Hey, can you be my tutor?"

The boy ignored Song Weirui's laughter and just came to her desk and winked.

"Wen Qingyang, you're such a good student, so falling in love won't affect your studies, right? Then can you date me? I guarantee that no one else is as pretty as me!"

The boy confessed his love boldly, reached out and grabbed her school uniform sleeve and stuffed a love letter into it.

"Qingyang, I'll go with you. I can also help distribute flyers. I promise I won't complain about the hardship or the fatigue!"

The boy hooked his fingers around hers and rubbed them, begging her over and over again.

…

Now, the arrogant school hunk has been smoothed out by the pressure of life and has acquired a bit more mature charm.

She suddenly felt that the two people were somewhat similar.

They are all ordinary people who are in debt, anxious to make money, and working hard in Xianglin.

Her memory of the breakup was already vague. After all, high school was really busy, and she only regarded love as a way to divert herself from boredom.

To be frank, she had already begun to feel a little tired of him. Even after the college entrance examination, she was already planning how to break up gracefully, worried that it would hurt his feelings. Fang Mu solved this problem for her himself, and to be fair, he really didn't feel very sorry for her.

Wen Qingyang pinched his brows and leaned forward slightly: "What do you want to do by telling me all this? It can't be that you want to get back together, right?"

"Of course I don't dare to have any extravagant expectations, but I also don't want you to misunderstand me, and I don't want you to feel that you liked the wrong person before."

He opened his palm, and in it lay a green apple-flavored lollipop with the familiar red little fox on the packaging.

"Do you still like to eat this?"

Can you still forgive me?

Perhaps, the youth we once experienced together will always have great destructive power.

Wen Qingyang didn't answer.

She stood up and turned her back. Fang Mu's eyes were immediately filled with tears, which he tried hard to hold back.

"Where do you live?"

"Ah, I just rented a partitioned room here." He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and raised his head.

"My villa in Shinan is not far from here."

Wen Qingyang paused.

"I don't live there right now. If you're short on money, you can stay there first. I'll take you there later."