Volume 1 Chapter 3 You Can Just Call Me by My Name
As soon as she asked the question, Song Xi regretted it. This was definitely the behavior of a female hooligan. Which girl would dare to ask like that?
Especially when meeting for the first time.
At this time, the man's voice came into her ears, "Yes."
After hearing this, Song Xi was so excited that he couldn't express it in words. He was as excited as if he had a six-pack after exercising for a long time. He really wanted to touch it.
Just be a gangster to the end.
"Seeing is believing, can you show it to me?"
"cannot."
"Why?"
"My future wife is the one who qualifies."
After hearing this, Song Xi looked at him with even higher regard, thinking that he had a strong sense of male virtue.
In today's society, there are not many good men like this, they are very rare. Or should we take the initiative and marry first and then fall in love, or force love?
No, no, I don’t understand enough.
Although Song Xi likes him, he will not make a hasty decision.
If you dare to get married without any process of love, and you have no emotional foundation and are too eager to go it alone, you will easily fail, and then two people will get hurt, and also two families.
Song Xi cleared his throat. "I used to be your student. I won't introduce myself to you. Now I am an only child, and I am not sure if my parents will give me another brother or sister. I have no house or car, and my monthly salary is not high. I can support myself, and it is not a problem to support two more children. If I can't make four dishes and one soup, I can always have steamed buns for every meal. So I think..."
"What do you think?" The man's curiosity was quickly aroused and he was looking forward to her next words.
Song Xi smiled and said slowly: "I feel that I... am not worthy of you."
Shang Fuyan: “…”
This made the man a little defensive, "How do you know if you don't try?"
Song Xi seemed to be thinking seriously, and every second spent during this period was a bit tormenting for the man.
Seven or eight seconds later, Song Xi responded, "How about we give it a try?"
"Okay. In a way that we're both comfortable with."
Song Xi didn't expect that he would agree. The big fish has been hooked, and he is a little happy.
At this moment, the arc of her mouth was harder to suppress than AK.
After looking at each other, the two moved away, pretending nothing had happened.
The rain has stopped.
Song Xi suggested leaving, and naturally, Shang Fuyan would drive her there.
This was within Song Xi's expectations. Did it mean that Professor Shang had a little bit of affection for her?
Song Xi followed him and took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot.
His car was a black Volvo, the same one as hers, which showed that the level of the two families was not too different.
Song Xi didn't take this matter too seriously. Seeing that he had opened the passenger door, he said "thank you" to him, got in the car, and fastened his seat belt.
Shang Fuyan walked around the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine in an orderly manner.
The car quickly drove out of the underground garage, and the darkness suddenly became bright.
At this time, the sky had cleared up.
Song Xi's attention was all on his hands. When he was in college, he thought his hands were beautiful. Now he thought they were even more beautiful and couldn't bear to look away.
Who doesn’t like beautiful things? People can adapt to them too.
"Where should I send you back?" the man turned around and asked.
Song Xi retracted his attention and said, "My family lives in Zijun Garden."
"The school you teach at is on Fuqian Road, which is a bit far from your home. How do you usually get to work?"
"I rented a house near the school and lived there on weekdays. I only came back on weekends."
The man nodded to show that he understood.
As a courtesy, Song Xi couldn't help but ask, "Where do you usually live?"
"Like you, I also live near the school."
Song Xi thought he also rented it and didn't ask any further questions.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Shang Fuyan turned around and looked at her again, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"I'm going to go back early tomorrow afternoon because I need to prepare for class. The day after tomorrow is Monday, and I don't want to get up so early."
It turns out that I just wanted to sleep in.
Shang Fuyan's eyes showed a hint of tenderness, "I'll take you there tomorrow."
Just when he was about to refuse, Song Xi smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Professor Shang."
"Song Xi, you can just call me by my name."
"This is a bit... outrageous."
The traffic light ahead was red, and the man's eyes were all on her face. "We are not a teacher-student relationship now. You have already graduated and entered the society, so there is no such thing as treason as you said. Teacher Song, am I right?"
Song Xi was impressed by the man's logic. He knew that he had a clear mind and extensive knowledge. He didn't expect that he could show it in his conversations. He was indeed known as the most famous person in the entire Lanzhou University.
"Then what should I call you?"
"You can call me whatever you want."
Song Xi thought about it seriously, "If I call you by your name, can you accept it?"
"Can."
At this moment, the red light just turned green.
The car restarted, merged into the traffic flow, and drove forward steadily and orderly.
Song Xi turned his head to look out the window and laughed quietly.
In fact, when she thought about her college days, she used three words to describe people who liked archaeology: "antiques."
I don’t know what kind of person Shang Fuyan is.
But on the surface, he seems quite old-fashioned and ascetic, even a little unromantic.
I don’t know if he will change in the future, or if he will remain consistent.
Song Xi is not a simple girl. She has read hundreds, if not thousands, of novels.
She has created more than a dozen characters, which shows that her innocence is sometimes pretended.
When inspiration overflows, it's not like driving a car, it's like driving a rocket!
I wrote the novel in secret, starting in my junior year of college, without even telling my parents.
If you want to survive in the underworld, you must protect your pseudonym. Even her best friend didn't know her pen name.
If they find out, it would be no different from streaking. Just thinking about it would make me socially devastated.
"Song Xi, what are your hobbies?"
“Does reading count?”
The man nodded slightly as he drove, "What kind of books do you like to read?"
"Romance post."
As soon as these words were spoken, only the slight roar of the engine could be heard in the air, and the air fell into silence.
Song Xi was watching the man's reaction, and then explained seriously: "It's a category of novels."
"I know." The man looked straight ahead and said steadily.
There was no more conversation to continue that day, so Song Xi immediately changed the subject, "So what are your hobbies?"
"There should be nothing else except fitness."
Song Xi obviously didn't believe it, "I think you must like antiques very much."
After hearing this, the man smiled slightly and said, "You mean... I'm an antique?"
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