Yan Zisong had a rare smile on his face that was barely noticeable, "Why are you back so soon?"
"What? Don't you welcome it?!"
The purple-haired beauty started the car, held the steering wheel and sighed slightly, turning her head to look at the person sitting next to her.
His eyes were gleaming and his eyebrows were set together. For a boy, his lower jaw was a bit slimmer, giving people an illusion of softness, but she knew clearly that he had a strong personality since he was in kindergarten.
At that time, Jiang Lianzhi was in the top class, while Yan Zisong was still in the middle class. The little boy, who was less than four years old, had a small and frail body, but he beat a little boy in the top class until he lay on the ground crying and refused to get up.
The name of the little boy who was beaten has long been unknown, but the incident itself has always shone brightly in Jiang Lianzhi's memory.
That was the first time in her life that someone fought over her - Yan Zisong, whom she had known since childhood, rescued the little beauty whose pigtails were pulled by a naughty boy!
With slightly sweet memories, Jiang Lianzhi sometimes feels strange. Compared with too many blurred past events, she can remember such a long-standing little thing so clearly?!
She even remembered that she was wearing a bright white tutu skirt that day, and she still remembered the proud and proud smile on Yan Zisong's face after pushing his opponent to the ground...
The only shortcoming of the perfect heroic rescue incident is that the "hero" in the incident lost this memory - whenever Jiang Lianzhi declared to Yan Zisong that the first fight in his life was for her,
At this time, the other party always makes a disapproving expression.
"Jiang Lianzhi, why should I welcome someone who was supposed to go to college in the United States but sneaked back to China?"
"I miss you very much in the United States. Would you be happy if I said I came back specifically to see you?" Jiang Lianzhi smiled brightly.
"If you say that you can't continue studying in the United States, I'd rather believe it." Yan Zisong said teasingly. A smile finally appeared on his fair face, and his expression was still plain but seemed to contain a huge temptation.
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"Hey, Yan Zisong, after all, we grew up together as childhood sweethearts, so you are hurting me like this. Oh, by the way, how are you and that Fan Yujia?"
The girl pretended to ask casually, staring straight ahead, but her hands on the steering wheel could not help but tighten a little. She finally said what she had always wanted to ask but was afraid to ask, and quietly waited for his answer.
"We broke up a long time ago. It's so annoying." Yan Zisong said calmly, "My current name is Zhao Tongtong.