I promise you a kiss

Chapter 9

After staying by the pool for a while, Fan Nian brought Feng Jiayue to a building.

"I asked the housekeepers to clean up the guest room before." She walked in front and introduced to Feng Jiayue, "You sleep here tonight, we will leave tomorrow morning."

Feng Jiayue nodded.

She asked, "Mr. Fan, where do you live?"

Fan Nian pointed to the door next door: "I live next to you."

Feng Jiayue stood in front of the door curiously.

"Is this where you used to live?" she asked.

"En." Fan Nian nodded.

Probably because the anticipation on Feng Jiayue's face was too obvious, it was rare for her to say a few words: "Before college, I lived with my grandma in the main house. After moving out, this room is still reserved."

"Is that so... then can I go in and take a look around?" Feng Jiayue asked again.

Although she was asking for Fan Nian's opinion, she was already leaning against the door with a rascal attitude of "If you don't agree to Mr. Fan, I won't leave".

Fan Nian thought about it, and didn't think there was anything wrong, so she agreed.

"There's nothing to visit." As she said, she took out the key and opened the door. "I haven't been back for a while. If you want to see it, come in and take a look."

Feng Jiayue nodded again and again, as excited as a puppy getting a reward.

Infected by her joyful appearance, Fan Nian also had an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

The door was quickly opened, Fan Nian turned on the light, and the memories of her entire teenage years were presented in front of Feng Jiayue.

If it hadn't been known in advance, it would be difficult for anyone to associate this room with a young girl of the same age.This is largely because the furniture in the room are all old-fashioned pear wood products, which look too stable and expensive.

Fortunately, the room itself is big enough, and there is a piano beside the balcony.

The piano was covered with a white lace-edged dust cloth, and on the dust cloth lay two palm-sized female dolls.

Feng Jiayue was attracted by them immediately.

She went straight to the piano, did not touch it directly out of politeness, but asked: "Did President Fan still like playing with dolls when he was young?"

Fan Nian followed her to the piano.

She reached out and brushed the piano cover lightly, and she seemed to recall it for a long time before she replied: "It happened a long time ago. When my mother was still there, she specially made two dolls to accompany me in order to coax me to practice the piano."

Feng Jiayue didn't want the conversation between the two to stop at such a slightly sad topic.

She asked in a brisk tone: "Has Xiao Fan been 'coaxed' by these two dolls?"

Fan Nian tilted his head.

When she missed her childhood, her brows would be slightly wrinkled, as if she was in some kind of distress, but the corners of her mouth would be slightly hooked.

This sense of disobedience appeared in her body and melted into some indescribable pure innocence.

Feng Jiayue suddenly thought of the book "Lolita". Fan Nian had already grown up, so it stands to reason that she has nothing to compare with the heroine of Lolita.However, the greenness and innocence she showed in some aspects, in Feng Jiayue's eyes, could arouse her evil thoughts more than the girl's delicate collarbone and bare/exposed calves.

As a result, editor-in-chief Feng felt some strange guilt from the bottom of her heart, as if she was afraid of tarnishing this beauty, she turned her head away slightly.

But in the next second, Fan Nian's light cough brought her back to reality.

"It's very effective." A cloud of pink floated on Fan Nian's face, "At that time, I played the piano and talked to the two of them every day... It should have relieved the elders for a while."

Feng Jiayue asked again: "What would you say to them?"

The rosiness on Fan Nian's face deepened.

But she turned away and avoided it: "I forgot."

After saying this, she wanted to leave the piano, but was held back by Feng Jiayue.

Feng Jiayue lifted the cover of the piano with the other hand, and touched the black and white keys: "Mr. Fan, play it for me once? I also want to talk about love, love, with Anian."

Seriously observing Fan Nian's expression, seeing that President Fan seemed to be frightened, she changed her words: "Cough, slip of the tongue, I mean...playing the piano and talking."

Fan Nian looked down at the keys, but sat down without insisting.

"I'm not very good at it," she said. "Some things happened later, and I stopped learning the piano. After so long, I don't even remember what tunes I learned."

Feng Jiayue took an old music score next to the seat and handed it over.

Seeing the familiar cover for the first time, Fan Nian was stunned for a moment.

She took over the score and flipped through a few pages, a little surprised: "It turns out that these things are still kept."

The score is very simple. It is a children's score specially selected for Xiao Fan Nian, who was just learning the piano.

Fan Nian turned to one of the pages, put the score on the shelf, and posed strangely.

Immediately afterwards, Qingyue's piano sounded, and she played a simplified "Ode to Joy".

President Fan Da is not self-effacing. It is true that you have not touched the piano for many years. Although this simplified piano piece is simple enough, she also stumbled twice in the middle.

But Feng Jiayue listened carefully from the beginning to the end.

After playing a song, Fan Nian felt a little blush at his poor level.

She turned to look at Feng Jiayue, wanting to end this embarrassment quickly: "It's over."

Feng Jiayue nodded.

She asked without beginning or end: "And then?"

Fan Nian blinked: "What then?"

"What about after playing?" Feng Jiayue leaned forward, "Usually at such times, Xiao Fan will always say something to his beloved doll?"

Fan Nian pressed against her shoulder and shouted, "Feng Jiayue!"

President Feng cooperated and stopped his movements, only showing off his upper body, pursing his mouth and pretending to be grievanced.

"It's getting late." Fan Nian said, "Ahem, go back to your room and tidy up, go to bed early, we'll go back early tomorrow."

Feng Jiayue wanted to refuse.

What a great opportunity tonight, in this fannian-filled room, she has so many things she wants to do.

But before she could think of an excuse to stay, the plot about tonight in the novel suddenly appeared in her mind.

In the little cousin's avatar text, the heroine also appeared in the hero's room tonight.

The plot is very old-fashioned, but it is practical enough-because it has not been maintained for a long time, the hostess who was sent to the guest room took a bath and found that the room was out of water.She could only hold her wet hair and go to the next door in a bathrobe to ask the male lead for help.

After that, she successfully took a shower in the bathroom of the male lead's room, and saw the toys that the male lead had treasured when he was a child.

At the beginning, Feng Jiayue was a little shameless when she saw this kind of plot of forcibly advancing the relationship between the male and female protagonists, and felt that it was bloody and old-fashioned.But now that the plot is on her and Fan Nian, there are only a few restrictive words left in her mind: wet/body and bathrobe.

So, she pretended to be obedient and got up, and waved goodbye to Fan Nian: "Mr. Fan...then I'll go back and wash up first."

Fan Nian sent her to the door, nodded, told her to rest well, and closed the door.

After returning to the room, Feng Jiayue took off her clothes one by one slowly, took off her makeup, and quickly applied a mask.

In the novel, the heroine went to the male protagonist's room to ask for help out of necessity. When she appeared in front of the male protagonist, she described herself as very embarrassed.But the editor-in-chief of Fengda can't allow this kind of accident to happen to him.

After waiting for 10 minutes, she took off the mask on time.

The skin in his early twenties is in a state that can be squeezed out, and with a little care and brightening, the editor-in-chief of Fengda looks no worse than when he was just now with exquisite makeup.

She wetted her hair with the little water left in the room, and carefully twisted her hair into wavy curls.

After doing all this, she tore off the neckline of the bathrobe a little to ensure that the scenery at the collarbone was not covered, and then returned to Fan Nian's door lightly.

Soon, Fan Nian, who was summoned by the knock on the door, opened the door: "Why..."

But the next moment, Fan Nian was speechless.

Feng Jiayue crossed her arms around her chest, embracing her half-exposed fragrant shoulders, looking very pitiful: "Mr. Fan...there seems to be a problem with the water in the guest room... I ran out of water in the middle of washing...

"It's so cold...can I borrow your bathroom?"

A drop of water fell down her hair, slid down to her neckline, and finally disappeared on her half-open chest.

Fan Nian's eyes were attracted by the drop of water, and they also stayed between Feng Jiayue's white gullies.

"Okay." Fan Nian heard his own voice.