Wang Fengtong nodded repeatedly, looking at Chenxing, and then at Hua Hua, instantly bursting into tears of joy.
...
Ti flies, and it’s been a week.
Ling Yin was very distressed. In the past week, Hua Hua spent all day with his mother, leaving Ling Yin’s presence almost negligible. Watching him be so close with Wang Fengtong, Ling Yin had a deep realization that trying to lure Hua Hua to Barcelona was as difficult as reaching for the stars.
Hua Hua had family, friends, and work here, making it impossible for him to follow Ling Yin to Barcelona.
And Ling Yin absolutely couldn’t stay in Canada. His work was in Barcelona, and he couldn’t betray or leave Charm World. He had unwavering loyalty to his boss and had to protect Charm World for him.
How can two n living in completely different cities maintain a relationship? He hadn’t even managed to win over Hua Hua.
A long-distance relationship...
What a headache!
...
"Hua Hua, what is your ideal type of love?"
Hua Hua’s beautiful eyes, like peach blossoms, carried a slightly tipsy smile, full of charm. Ling Yin looked at him, unknowingly feeling like he was deep in a peach blossom sanctuary, with peach blossoms swirling all around.
Hua Hua was happily driving, and these days his mood was exceptionally great.
Without much thought, he said: "Ideal type of love? Ha, of course, it’s soone telling the most romantic words and putting them into action."
"What words?" Ling Yin thought, the most romantic words should be ’I love you’, right?
With a sly smile at the corner of his eyes, Hua Hua said, "Guess?"
"Is it ’I love you’?"
Hua Hua raised an eyebrow: "Isn’t that just a common catchphrase anyone can use? It doesn’t have any weight. Nowadays, even a three-year-old can casually tell a little girl ’I love you,’ just like saying ’I want to eat today’."
Ling Yin chuckled to himself, thinking that it’s not casual at all. He had never said those three words to anyone because they were too sacred.
"Then what is it?"
"Didn’t I tell you to guess?"
Ling Yin thought again: "Holding hands and growing old together?"
"That’s so old-fashioned, I don’t feel anything from that, it’s not realistic at all. Those are sweet words said when hormones fly high. How many people say ’holding hands and growing old together’ at 20; reach out to soone else by 30; and by 40, they’re holding hands with soone new, saying the sa thing. Only the elderly in their 60s and 70s can make this co true, because by then, they’re unattractive, haha, just left with gray hair." Hua Hua rattled off a bunch of nonsense.
Ling Yin really couldn’t figure it out: "Tell , Little Chu, what do you think the most romantic words are?"
"Do you really want to say it?" Hua Hua took a sharp turn onto another lane and suddenly giggled: "The most romantic words in the world are definitely soone saying to : ’From now on, I’ll earn money, and you spend it!’"
Ling Yin: "..."
Hua Hua blinked flirtatiously: "Isn’t that incredibly romantic?"
Ling Yin’s eye twitched.
Hua Hua’s laughter was particularly charming. He flamboyantly flipped his hair, put on his sunglasses, and the corners of his mouth curled up infinitely.
Ling Yin felt helpless inside, slowly nodding: "Indeed, very romantic."
Hua Hua reached out and slapped Ling Yin’s shoulder: "Great minds think alike! Brother Ling, you’re definitely my kindred spirit!"
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