An Ci poured himself another bowl of soup and smiled, "I can't help it if you don't believe me."
Eric glared at her angrily and said through gritted teeth, "You'll get fat if you eat so much."
An Ci ignored the childish man and concentrated on drinking his soup.
"Are you really not going to sympathize with me?" Eric looked at her miserably.
An Ci smiled softly, "I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."
Eric raised his hand and gestured to stop, saying, "Alright, let's end our friendship."
After three days of fugitive-like life on the deserted island, An Ci and Eric were exhausted. As soon as they finished dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest.
She slept until the next day, and it was already eight o'clock when Aunt Hong came to wake her up.
"Auntie Hong, I'll only be back for three or four days, so I don't need to bring any luggage." An Ci poked his head out of the bathroom while brushing his teeth. There was foam at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was unclear.
"I'll just take a backpack."
Aunt Hong said she knew, then put her computer and tablet into her backpack.
"Will Fugui follow me back?"
An Ci's voice came from the bathroom, "Follow him, Fugui hasn't been home for a long time, and if I don't let him follow me, he'll make trouble with me."
Aunt Hong smiled, helped her pack her backpack, and then went to get her clothes.
"Is my cousin awake?" An Ci wiped his face and walked out of the bathroom.
"He's awake." Aunt Hong said, "He just came downstairs. The head of the family is here too."
Hearing that An Zhenxiong was downstairs, An Ci quickly changed her clothes and went downstairs, with Fugui running behind her.
In the dining room, Eric supported himself on the table with one hand, his eyes half closed, looking as if he had not yet woken up.
Across from him, An Zhenxiong raised his eyelids and gave him a cold glance. "It's just three days of training, is it that tiring?"
"Of course..." Eric responded subconsciously, then realized something the next second and changed his mind immediately, "No, I'm not tired, not at all."
Before he finished speaking, An Ci walked in slowly.
"Grandpa, good morning."
"Is it still early?" An Zhenxiong glanced at her, "What time is it?"
An Ci pulled out the chair next to Eric and sat down, her peach blossom eyes smiling, "Grandpa, I'll leave after breakfast."
An Zhenxiong took a sip of tea and looked up at her. "Are you in such a hurry?"
"Grandpa, she's afraid you'll change your mind." Eric deliberately made trouble.
Meeting An Zhenxiong's gaze, An Ci quickly said, "Grandpa, he's talking nonsense. Don't listen to him. I just want to go early and come back early so I can attend class."
An Zhenxiong smiled with an ambiguous smile.
It's just her, coming back early for class?
She probably didn't even believe it herself.
An Ci smiled awkwardly, turned around and punched Eric in the arm.
She snapped, "Drink your coffee."
Eric smiled with a look of triumph, "Grandpa, look, she's getting angry out of shame."
The breakfast ended with the two of them "hurting each other". Eric was picked up by the people sent by Andy, and An Ci boarded the plane back to the capital.
The difference is that this time Aunt Hong didn't go back with her.
For a moment, the manor became deserted again...
After more than half a year, An Ci returned to the imperial capital. He walked out of the airport and looked at the strange yet familiar environment around him, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.
Next to her, Fugui was rubbing her legs.
An Ci lowered his head and reached out to rub its furry head, a bright smile flashing in his eyes, "Fugui, you are happy too, right?"
As if he understood what she said, Fugui rubbed his head against her palm.
"Young Master, please get in the car." The bodyguard opened the car door.
An Ci patted Fugui's head and retracted his hand, "Let's go, Fugui."
The man and the beast got in the car. An Ci put his backpack aside and took out his phone to send a message to Shi Che.
[Uncle Che, is Shen Mo at home? ]
However, no matter how well she kept the secret, there was always a loophole. When she sent the message, Shi Che happened to have gastroenteritis, and Shen Mo was taking care of him.
Hearing her cell phone ringing, Shi Che asked Shen Mo to help pick it up. Coincidentally, Shen Mo saw the message she sent.
He stared at the message for a few seconds, his ink-black eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, he handed the phone to Shi Che without any change of expression.
Shi Che leaned back on the bed, took the phone, tapped the screen with his slender fingers, and was stunned when he saw the message from An Ci the next second.
Then, he looked up at Shen Mo, suppressing a smile, "Did you see it?"
Shen Mo said "hmm" lightly.
He was honest. Shi Che looked at him with amusement and felt that An Ci was a little unlucky.
"How do you want me to respond?"
Shen Mo stood beside the bed, lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the screen of his mobile phone.
Eight years have passed and the boy has changed a lot.
He was only sixteen years old, but his height had already reached 1.85 meters, forcing An Ci to look up every time she talked to him. Every time she came back at the end of the year, she would complain that he was growing too fast and didn't know how to wait for her.
It’s been half a year since they last saw each other. I wonder if “Spoiled Boy” has grown a bit taller.
There was a subtle light in Shen Mo's eyes, but his face showed no emotion. "Whatever."
Shi Che raised his eyebrows. Since he said it was casual, then he really replied casually.
He raised the corner of his mouth and typed a reply quickly.
[Uncle Che: Yes, why do you suddenly ask this? ]
After pressing the send button, he pretended to accidentally expose his phone to Shen Mo's sight.
Shen Mo lowered his eyes, and the other party quickly replied.
What is he doing?
There were ripples in Shen Mo's eyes, and he vaguely guessed something.
Shi Che glanced at Shen Mo, had evil thoughts in mind, and quickly typed a line of words and sent it out.
Uncle Che: He is sick and has been resting at home for the past two days.
This time he held the phone close so that Shen Mo couldn't see what he sent.
Shen Mo frowned, but said nothing.
On the other side, when An Ci saw Shi Che's reply, the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared and was replaced by worry.
She replied immediately——【What happened to him?】
Soon, the other party replied "Gastroenteritis". An Ci's face darkened slightly, and he looked up at the driver in front, "Uncle, please drive faster."
The driver said, "Yes, young master."
An Ci continued to look back at his phone and sent several messages to Shi Che.
Is it serious?
【Have you gone to the hospital to see a doctor? 】
How could he have gastroenteritis? Didn’t he eat on time?
The phone vibrated three times in a row. Shi Che clicked it open and couldn't help laughing.
Shen Mo looked at him and smiled like a flower, and he felt that something was fishy.
"Uncle Che, what did you send her?" he asked tentatively.
Shi Che's thin lips curled slightly, "Didn't you ask me to reply casually? I just replied casually."
Shen Mo couldn't help it after all, "Is the cub back?"
Shi Che laughed even louder and jokingly said, "Hey, I thought you were so calm. Didn't you act like you didn't care about anything just now?"
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