Wen Yixing smiled: "I'll definitely like you."
Thinking back to those days, Wen Yixing felt a little regretful. In her mind, she could vaguely recall the black-clad boy sweating on the playground.
There were many moments when it seemed like he was always by her side, but she couldn't quite remember them.
Wen Yixing said softly, "If only I could go back to high school."
If only I could have a second chance, without that strange interference.
Shen Jingshao held her hand and said, "It's fine now too."
He didn't dare gamble on a second chance, but he felt that at least she was by his side now.
He was already very content.
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She didn't know when she fell asleep; perhaps it was a case of "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night." Wen Yixing had a dream about her high school days.
In her dream, she returned to her high school days and saw Shen Jingshao in his school uniform as a teenager.
He loved following her around, whether it was to buy food at the cafeteria, returning to the dormitory, or during recess exercises; he was always there behind her.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already noon. The bedroom curtains were not open, and the light from outside seeped in through the gaps in the curtains.
Wen Yixing narrowed her eyes and saw Shen Jingshao's face.
Shen Jingshao hadn't gotten up yet and was still lying next to her.
From a spirited young man to a mature and composed man, Wen Yixing stared at his face, lost in thought for a moment.
Shen Jingshao noticed something was wrong with her and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Yixing snapped out of her daze and smiled, "It's nothing, I just had a dream about you."
Shen Jingshao: "What did you dream about?"
The dream was somewhat chaotic, but Wen Yixing remembered some details clearly.
Wen Yixing slowly said, "I dreamt about our high school days, and I even dreamt that I confessed to you. You were so scared that you were expressionless, but your ears turned red."
Thinking of Shen Jingshao's appearance in her dream, Wen Yixing wanted to laugh.
Shen Jingshao laughed: "You're confessing your love to me?"
Wen Yixing thought about it seriously for a moment and nodded: "Yes, that's how it was in the dream."
Shen Jingshao: "Then I'll be so happy I'll be dumbfounded."
Wen Yixing laughed and reached out to pinch his cheek: "He is a little silly."
It was getting late, and Wen Yixing was still worried about her son. She nudged Shen Jingshao and said, "We should get up. It's already eleven o'clock."
Shen Jingshao responded softly, "Mm."
After Wen Yixing got up and washed up, she went out to find Fang Jingyao.
After going outside, Wen Yixing discovered that Fang Jingyao's bedroom door was open, but no one was inside.
Wen Yixing went to look in other rooms, but still no one was there.
After thinking for a moment, Wen Yixing opened her phone and took a look.
There was a message that Fang Jingyao had sent her two hours earlier.
[Mom, I went out with Uncle Wang to play with Ye Suidong. Don't worry about me, you get some rest~ I'll be home this afternoon~]
Fearing that Wen Yixing might not believe him, Fang Jingyao sent over a few more photos.
After changing his clothes, Shen Jingshao came out and told her, "Yaoyao went out with Xiao Wang."
Xiao Wang is Shen Jingshao's assistant, and now he also takes care of the children part-time. Fang Jingyao likes Xiao Wang quite a bit, so when Shen Jingshao is occasionally busy, he asks Xiao Wang to look after Fang Jingyao.
Over time, the two became acquainted.
Fang Jingyao probably wanted to go out today, but found that the two of them hadn't gotten up yet. Seeing that it was getting late, he decided to act first and ask for permission later.
"I know, Yao Yao messaged me, and Xiao Wang reported it to you?" Wen Yixing asked.
Shen Jingshao handed her his phone so she could see it.
Xiao Wang's report was extremely detailed, and he would send a photo almost every now and then.
Wen Yixing's gaze fell on the last photo.
The two children in the photo are sitting on a bench not far away, whispering to each other.
It had been more than a year since they last met. Ye Suidong had grown quite a bit taller than before, but his appearance hadn't changed much; he was still as handsome as ever.
"Is this Yao Yao's friend?" Shen Jingshao asked after taking a look.
Shen Jingshao had little contact with Ye Suidong; he only knew that Fang Jingyao had a very good friend.
Wen Yixing smiled and said gently, "They are good friends they met in kindergarten."
The two children hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they could take advantage of the time today to have a good chat. Wen Yixing didn't call to bother them. After thinking for a moment, she decided to pack her things first.
Today is her last day in China. She has already bought her plane ticket for tomorrow and will be leaving for France.
Just as she finished packing her things, Shen Jingshao arrived at her room and stood at the door.
Wen Yixing looked up at him, then at the time: "Aren't you going to the company today?"
Shen Jingshao: "I'm absent from work today."
Wen Yixing smiled and said, "That's perfect. The kids aren't home, shall we go out?"
After thinking for a moment, Wen Yixing added, "Going on a date?"
Shen Jingshao suddenly moved closer, took her hand, and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Yixing took two steps forward, bumped into his arms, and then looked up at him with some confusion.
Shen Jingshao smiled, bent down, and kissed the corner of her lips. "I'd rather be at home."
Sensing a change, Wen Yixing realized what was happening.
However, Shen Jingshao did not give her another chance to speak.
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After a day of fussing at home, Wen Yixing woke up the next day with a sore back, but she still had to catch a flight back to France.
Shen Jingshao probably realized he had gone a bit too far, because while they were eating breakfast, he gently pressed his hand on her waist and massaged her.
Fang Jingyao, who was eating across from him, pretended that he was blind and couldn't see anything.
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