Chapter 1097 What type of man do you like

? Han Yingying nodded: "Okay, just tell me."

Fang Minglang was not polite: "Isn't it too easy for you to call me uncle now?"

Han Yingying wondered: "Didn't you ask me to call you uncle before?"

"I was joking with you. Although I am indeed a little old, you keep calling me uncle, which makes me feel uneasy. I keep wondering if I am really a little too old."

Hearing this, Han Yingying felt a little guilty. She didn't expect that Fang Minglang, who seemed to care nothing, would actually care about his age.

Moreover, it was clearly him who always asked me to call him uncle before.

Why did he complain that I called him old now?

But she was quite polite: "You are not old, just senior."

Fang Minglang felt more comfortable and asked: "So, you really don't think I am a little old at 30? You know, other people at my age already have several children."

Han Yingying nodded: "My fifth uncle is several years older than you, but he has only been married to my fifth aunt for a few months, and my fifth aunt is also pregnant. , so... people are always different, you just wanted to pursue true love before, so you didn't rush into marriage.

And haven't you let it go now? When you marry Senior Sister Li, you will definitely be a father earlier than my fifth uncle. Compared with my fifth uncle, you are really not old. "

Speaking of Li Wan, Fang Minglang thought of the words he didn't have time to say on Saturday.

"Li Wan and I will not get married."

Han Yingying didn't take it to heart and nodded, "I know, haven't I already wished you a hundred years of happiness..."

But as she spoke, she suddenly felt that what he just said was wrong. He and Li Wan were not going to get married, but not get married?

She paused and looked at Fang Minglang: "Not getting married? Why? Aren't you planning to find a mature and stable person who doesn't need love to live with you? And haven't you already told Grandma Hou about this?" "I

originally had such a plan, but after I told my mother, she scolded me."

"How could that be?" Han Yingying was surprised: "Didn't you say that Grandma Hou has been looking forward to your marriage?"

"She has the same idea as you. She just hopes that I will marry the person I love and form a happy family, instead of just finding someone to live with and messing up my life."

Han Yingying was surprised. She thought that since he had the idea this time, good things should be coming. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by his mother, who always wanted him to get married.

"But, Senior Sister Li is a very nice person. Your mother has met her before, so she should... have a good impression of her."

"She did have a good impression, but my mother has always been the most open-minded when it comes to marriage. If Li Wan and I were together just to make do, then it would be very unfair to both me and Li Wan. After listening to her heartfelt words, I gave up this inappropriate idea."

"Then..." Han Yingying looked at him, wondering: "Are you not planning to get married?"

Fang Minglang smiled gently: "No, when you advised me before, weren't you very clear? You said that if you get married, it's for love. Now that I don't want a perfunctory marriage, I must continue to wait for a loving marriage."

Han Yingying was quite happy for Fang Minglang. After all, she felt that such a good man would just live a perfunctory marriage.

But no matter how happy she was, she wouldn't add drama to herself just because Fang Minglang had figured it out.

After all, she was the woman Fang Minglang didn't even want to live with.

Seeing Han Yingying distracted, Fang Minglang swept his hands in front of her: "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh? Nothing," she forced a smile and looked at Fang Minglang: "Congratulations, you have regained the courage to wait for love."

Seeing Han Yingying finally smiled at him again after a few days, Fang Minglang felt that the blockage in his heart seemed to be unblocked instantly.

He is now completely sure that this little girl can really control his emotions easily.

Just like Mingzhu said, maybe he really has thoughts about her... that he shouldn't have.

But he is not the type she likes after all. If... I want to have a future with her, I'm afraid... I have to get to know this child first.

Han Yingying raised her wrist and checked the time: "I still have half an hour to go to class, I'll go back first, Uncle Fang... Fang Minglang, I'm leaving first."

"I'll take you there."

"No, I can go by myself," Han Yingying was about to wave goodbye to him, Fang Minglang said again: "I'm on my way, let's go together."

"Aren't you studying in the teaching building in the back?"

"I have something to do with Mingzhu."

"Oh," Han Yingying nodded, said nothing more, and walked side by side with him to the teaching building where she had class.

It was the end of autumn, and the autumn wind blowing in her face was a bit pungent and cold. Han Yingying couldn't help but pulled her collar.

Seeing this, Fang Minglang took off his coat and put it on her.

Han Yingying stopped walking abruptly, looked down at the long coat draped over her shoulders, and was stunned for a moment before looking up at Fang Minglang.

Fang Minglang's expression was very natural: "What's wrong?"

Han Yingying saw that he only had a sweater on his body, and hurriedly took off the men's coat from his shoulders and handed it back to Fang Minglang: "You wear it, I'm not cold."

"I'm not cold either, you wear it."

"No, I..."

"The clothes are already covering you, I will be embarrassed if you give it back to me. Is there an unpleasant smell on it?"

Han Yingying shook her head: "No, I saw that you were wearing thin clothes, so..."

"It's okay, men generally have strong internal energy and are less afraid of cold. If you wear it, I don't have to carry it," he said, put the clothes on Han Yingying's shoulders again, and continued to walk forward.

Han Yingying felt inexplicably itchy in her heart. She should be grateful, but she also felt a little resentful. Does this man know how attractive he is?

If he doesn't like her, why... is he so nice to her?

What if she can't control herself again?

No, no, you have to control it. It's just an elder's concern for a younger person. Don't be so arrogant.

"Thank you," she pretended to be calm and didn't refuse, and continued to walk with him.

Under the old sycamore trees on both sides, the wind blew and the fallen leaves fluttered. Fang Minglang lowered his head and felt that Han Yingying's coat seemed to rub against his hands while walking.

In that instant, he inexplicably aroused some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

He glanced at Han Yingying and asked subconsciously: "Yingying, what type of men do you like?"