The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

When the first snowfall began.

Gu Wangyue had turned 18 years old.

Eighteen years ago, when Gu Wangyue came to this world, she was a small snowflake in the solar terms, and also a snowflake flying around.

For many years, it had not snowed, but this time, the crystal clear snowflakes were like a gift from heaven, arriving as promised.

In the rented house, Su Fuyun bought a cake and a few side dishes.

Normally, Su Fuyun did not drink alcohol, and Gu Wangyue had never tasted alcohol. However, today was a rare special day.

Su Fuyun bought two catties of yellow wine from the supermarket.

On such a cold winter day, drinking a cup of warm yellow wine was very warm.

"Wangyue, I wish you all the best when you turn 18 and become an *****!" Su Fuyun raised his glass and said seriously.

His handsome and slightly stubbled face was slightly tipsy after drinking some yellow wine, and his ears and neck were slightly red.

Usually, he was only wearing the most ordinary clothes, and his face was usually lowered, so people could not see his face clearly.

Even in the club, when they mentioned Su Fuyun, they referred to him as "The lazy-looking Su Fuyun."

Li Kui even called Su Fuyun Su Fuyun, but in fact, Su Fuyun was only 27 this year, two years younger than Li Kui, and about the same age as the other coaches.

Only Xia Ling could see his good qualities.

Xia Ling liked this feeling very much!

Only she could see the brilliance of her pearls, and no one else would covet them.

"Su Fuyun! Tell me about your childhood."

Xia Ling also drank the hot yellow wine.

The yellow wine was soaked with goji berries and ginger slices. The taste was a little pungent, but as it went down her throat, her entire body seemed to heat up.

She was wearing a thin sweater. The girl's short hair was a little longer, just below her neck. Her elbows supported her face, and her black jade-like eyes were sparkling as she stared at Su Fuyun.

This kind of warm and comfortable posture made Su Fuyun's heart soften when he looked at her.

He lowered his eyes a little. "I have never been liked by anyone. It's fine if I don't say it."

It was said that children who could cry had candy to eat. However, Su Fuyun's quiet personality was probably the most disadvantaged in the Welfare Institute.

When Su Fuyun was diagnosed with dyslexia, the director did not plan to treat him.

He was not his own child, and there was no spotlight to focus on him. Who would have the time to take care of a quiet child?

The smell of alcohol and steam rose, and mixed memories rang out. Su Fuyun was in a daze for a while, and his expression was complicated. Then, his eyes returned to a dark and silent silence.

He took out his phone from his pocket.

He muttered to himself, "It's almost New Year's. I'll give the director a call."

Seeing him like this, Xia Ling stared into his eyes and looked at him carefully.

Su Fuyun lowered his eyelids, and his expression did not change.

But looking at his current appearance, the redness of his ears had already begun to spread to his face. This drunkenness came menacingly, and the phone rang. No one picked up the call. Su Fuyun listened to the blind tone.

He sat there like a shrimp. As long as his skin was exposed under the incandescent lamp, it would turn slightly red.

"The director didn't pick up the call," he muttered.

He held his phone and placed it to the side obediently. He sat there like a primary school student, sitting behind the table obediently.