Li Yun was walking on the street holding her hand. Pan Suyi thought at first that he would cause a big sensation, just as he was recognized before.
But she soon discovered that although the people passing by looked at her for several times, none of them recognized her.
At this point, Pan Suyi wanted to understand that her fame was only circulated among the rich. In fact, she was not very famous, and even ordinary people in Zhonghai City did not recognize her.
But that's not bad, at least tonight she can let go of everything with the son...date.
"The son..."
Pan Suyi's mood gradually recovered from a series of shocks just now, and his beautiful eyes looked at Li Yun with a smile: "Are we... dating?"
"Huh huh, what do you mean?" Li Yun smiled and squeezed her hand: "When it comes to the word date, you can do it too?"
"My son, don't underestimate plain clothes."
Pan Suyi wrinkled her little nose, "I have learned English by myself... Although I can't talk to those foreigners, I also know a lot of nouns, such as rubber tree, black slave trade, America, Antarctica, Napoleon, Arc de Triomphe... I have all understood."
Li Yun looked at her in surprise, Pan Suyi proudly raised her chin like many ordinary girls.
This made Li Yun's heart flashed a clear understanding: this is her, right?
It is not Nie Xiaoqian who is deserted and self-pity and self-esteem, nor is it the arrogant and cold Mr. Suyi who is cautious and drunk with guests.
The real Pan Suyi is strong and forbearing in his heart, unwilling to lower his head halfway, longing for love, working hard to learn, and at the same time a little proud, wanting to show off his knowledge in front of the people he likes.
"The son, the son?" Pan Suyi's tone softened, thinking that he had said something wrong.
"Xiao Qian."
"Ah? What?" Pan Suyi was puzzled. "Why did the son call me Xiaoqian? Even in Suyi's vague childhood memory, my parents never called me Xiaoqian, it seems..."
"This question needs a long, long time to talk about."
Li Yun clasped her fingers and wandered the shabby streets.
"In short, everything here is fake..."
"..."
Nie Xiaoqian listened silently, and to be honest, if the son who saved her hadn't said it personally, she couldn't believe it was true.
Obviously she is still alive, why did the son say she is dead? Moreover, it turned into a ghost and took possession of the red umbrella, and then the son entered the environment again to find her...
I don’t understand many questions.
However, she didn't seem to want to think about it.
"My son, you are real, right?" Pan Suyi looked at him with gleaming eyes.
"Of course, the son is true, and his feelings for you are also true." Li Yun heard what Suyi meant, and stopped to stroke her smooth cheek with his left hand. Pan Suyi did not evade, his eyes were very soft. .
"So, what does Suyi worry about?"
Pan Suyi's eyes became obsessed, and he said with some effort: "The son, the son has torn his face at the bookstore for me, and beat the big men violently. Suyi doesn't know how happy he is, even if... …Even if the son has a wife in his family, Xiao Qian would be willing to be the son’s four or five rooms..."
She suddenly felt that she changed easily.
Obviously, one day ago, she was not willing to be the concubine of those powerful and powerful.
But in just one day with the son, she changed what she insisted on, no matter how many women there were around him, she was willing to follow him!
