MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 254 Gift

Du Ruo opened the balcony door, took a deep breath and entered the living room.

The boy on the sofa raised his eyes suspiciously, his gaze paused on her face for a moment, then he lowered his head with frowns again.

"Han Yu," Du Ruo said hesitantly, with a complicated expression on his face, as if he was wondering whether to ask or not to ask the next question, "You..." The woman slowly sat down next to the young man, and the ending sound was very long .

"Huh?" Han Yu replied lazily, staring at the phone intently.

Du Ruo coughed lightly, "Do you really like that girl?"

He was replying to Tang Xia's news, when Du Ruo said that, Han Yu's fingertips stopped.

Seeing that the boy didn't answer, she asked again: "That girl...doesn't she like you too much?"

Han Yu narrowed his eyes, and displeasure instantly rose from his eyes.

Du Ruo thought, "Sure enough, I've hit his sore spot, and I'm not happy. It seems that what Qi Hui said is right."

"Who said that?" Han Yu put down his phone, and finally turned his eyes to his mother, "Who said she doesn't like me?" His tone was full of dissatisfaction, and even the peak of his eyebrows frowned.

Come back to that little bastard! Talk nonsense!

Du Ruo's expression became unnatural, because he was afraid that Han Yu's self-esteem would be frustrated, so he didn't dare to talk about it, so he comforted him softly: "It's okay, you're still young, this is—"

Before he finished speaking, Han Yu suddenly stood up!

Du Ruo was startled, and swallowed the second half of the sentence, and then saw the young man with a sullen face, striding towards the bedroom.

"Han Yu?" She called out tentatively.

"Sleeping." The young man entered the room without turning his head, and closed the door heavily with his hands.

Du Ruo was helpless.

This child's temper is still the same as before, but... at least now he is willing to talk to himself, and the communication has increased significantly, she is very content.

After entering the bedroom, Han Yu immediately called Qi back.

The person on the other side probably knew the reason why the boy was looking for him, so he was not in a hurry to pick it up. After waiting for half a minute for the notification sound, he slowly answered——

"Hey?"

"Hey, sir!" Han Yu was furious, and scolded at the beginning, "Isn't there enough rumors for me? Why, come again?"

Qi Hui didn't panic at all, and smiled smugly, "Did your mother ask you?"

Han Yu snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "If you didn't have a match to play, I—"

"What did your mother say?" Qi Hui interrupted directly and asked curiously. After all, he joked that Tang Xiachou rejected Han Yu, and let the latter know that it must be very interesting.

"She said Tang Xia doesn't like me," Han Yu said with a stern face, "Which of your eyes can see that Tang Xia doesn't like me?"

"Which of your **** eyes can tell that Tang Xia likes you?" Qi Hui quickly retorted.

"Left eye and right eye." Han Yu replied in a muffled voice.

"Bah!" Qi Hui deliberately confronted the young man, "I'll return my belly button and fart—"

"Get lost!" Han Yu yelled.

Du Ruo, who was busy tidying up in the living room, was startled, looking at the closed door, wondering whether Han Yu had been punctured by himself, and became so angry that he lost his temper by himself?

Qi Hui on the other end of the phone laughed so hard that he was about to lose his breath, "Do you know why Tang Xia doesn't like you?" He forced himself to hold back, and asked seriously on purpose.

Han Yu was too lazy to talk to him anymore, but when he heard this question, he was inexplicably concerned, so he said coolly, "Speak."

"Because..." Qi Hui wheedled his appetite, and finally said solemnly, "Because you are ugly."

After speaking, he quickly held his breath, waiting for Han Yu's reaction.

Then, through Qi Hui on the screen, he felt the deathly silence on the opposite side.

After about two or three minutes, he finally couldn't help it anymore, scratched his head and called tentatively, "Where's the man? Is he still there?"

"Beep beep—"

A short tone rang on the phone.

Me?

Qi Hui took the phone off his ear, staring blankly at the page of the phone that showed the end of the call.

Han Yu felt that he was really patient, and it was a waste of time to listen to Qi Hui's nonsense.

The boy climbed onto the bed, hugged the pillow and lay down, the loose pajamas exuded dazzling crystals because of this posture.

He is really thin, his back exposed to the air clearly shows the traces of raised bones, and there is no fat on his body.

At this time, Han Yu was waiting, and when Tang Xia and his family finished celebrating their birthday, he would send a timely blessing, and by the way, did she like that painting.

Presumably you like it? The teenager is still very confident.

It took him more than two months to complete the painting, including the draft, outline and coloring.

I want to see Tang Xia's expression when he opened the scroll, it must be worth Han Yu's hard work for so long.

He waited quietly, and finally, after ten o'clock, Tang Xia's top chat box finally popped up a new message.

It's an extremely short five words—

"I really like it."

Han Yu sat up and smiled.

See the painting?

At that time, Tang Xia also maintained the same movements as the boy, sitting cross-legged on the bed. In front of her, the picture scroll has been unfolded. On the white paper, the girl is smiling brightly, surrounded by large swaths of pansies, and the spring spirit seems to rush out of the painting, rushing for thousands of miles.

Perhaps Han Yu really knew Tang Xia very well, he captured all her characteristics. The thin eyebrows, the warm cheeks, and even the softness radiating from the ends of the hair are all penetrating.

However, the boy painted the girl's smile particularly vividly.

Tang Xia laughed, half of the southern girl was gentle and pretty, and half of the northern guy was simple and straightforward. This may sound strange, but when combined together, they form the most unique Tang Xia.

There is an inscription on the bottom of the painting, signed Han Yu's name, and in sharp contrast to the lifelike **** the scroll, it is the young man's handwriting that is still flamboyant and unrestrained.

Tang Xia couldn't help laughing.

Ever since she returned home with the picture scroll in her arms, she hasn't stopped laughing, her cheeks are sore, but her chest is very full.

Han Yu typed and asked—"I really like it, how much do you like it?"

Tang Xia looked at this sentence, thought for a moment, and then answered seriously—"I will keep it forever, and keep it very well, and in another ten or twenty years, I can take it out to see the kind of love."

The boy's eyes lit up, as if he was pleased by the girl's expression.

The two sent messages back and forth, and it was past eleven before they knew it.

In fact, tomorrow is Tang Xia's real birthday. Because Haicheng people have a habit of celebrating their birthday one night in advance, so Han Yu decided to stay until midnight and wish her well.

Because the gifts he can give her now are too few and too light, and she doesn't necessarily like those little girls' things.

But Tang Xia seemed to be sleepy after tossing all day, and sent messages very slowly, and the last reply was already ten minutes ago.

Han Yu hesitated and flicked past.

There was still no response from the other side.

The boy was stunned.

Fell asleep?