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“jessica…Jeon, Sooyeon?”

"Um!"

Listening to the seemingly proud response from the other end of the phone, Han Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and at the same time, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

Jessie Jeon...

Zheng, Xiu, Yan.

"It looks quite similar to Xiujing's name..."

"Oh? What did you say?"

"Oh," Han Yu blinked and said with a smile: "I said...I think it's better for me to call you 'Maomao'."

"Um?"

She blinked strangely and asked, "Why?"

"Because 'Maomao' feels cuteer than 'Sooyeon' and looks closer, right?"

More...cute and close?

The eyes seemed to flash slightly in her beautiful eyes, and a thoughtful look appeared on her face. Then she couldn't help asking: "Isn't there 'jessica'? Oppa, you can call me 'jess', I usually call me that."

"I don't like calling this very much."

Han Yu shook his head decisively.

"Um?"

She was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, and asked strangely, "Why? Oppa, don't you... like my name?"

"It's not like that. I have no prejudice against the name 'jessica'. The main reason is that I don't like to call it English name like this."

"Hmm? Why is this?"

"Because this is the name, it feels quite far away, right?"

On the other side of the phone, Han Yu blinked and explained to the phone seriously: "I always feel that there are too many people who repeat the English name, 'jessica' or 'jess'. Too many people call such names, and whether they are close to people or people they just met, they call them that. It feels like because of this universality, the relationship seems to be a little far away."

“…”

Listening to the explanation from the other end of the phone, she blinked and pursed her lips for a moment, muttering: "Oppa's idea is so strange."

"Haha, maybe my thoughts are too traditional? I am still more adaptable to the situation in the East. I don't even like my English name 'leo'."

"That's why the name 'Soyeon' is also very common in Korea." She couldn't help but say.

"But, for me, I have only one 'Jeon Soo-yeon'."

Suddenly, she couldn't help but be stunned.

My...Jeon Soo-yeon?

He blinked his eyes blankly, and in a flash, a strange pink slowly appeared on his fair and flawless cheeks, and even his ears were stained with a charming blush.

At this time, a guy on the other side of the phone suddenly realized his slip of the tongue just now, and his face showed a little embarrassed look. He quickly explained to his phone: "Then, that, Maomao, what I mean..."

"I, I know..."

She interrupted in a low voice first. The blush on her face was still the same, but her emotions seemed to have calmed down, as if it was just a strange moment just now. Then she asked Han Yu in a soft voice: "So...oppa, you finally decided to call me, Maomao? Or... Sooyan?"

As she said that, she blinked her beautiful eyes gently, and her cheeks with some remaining flushed cheeks looked particularly beautiful under the dazzling sunlight beside her.

"Well... I don't care. What about you, Maomao? What do you like to call me?"

Since even the girl felt that it was nothing, Han Yu would certainly not say anything more about the mistake he had just said. After hearing her question, he blinked and thought for a moment. Then he turned around and asked for her opinion.

"I don't care."

On the other end of the phone, she also blinked, and a soft smile appeared on her lips, "If it were Oppa,... it doesn't matter if it was called Soo-yeon or Maomao."

"If this happens... I'll do whatever I want."

When I heard her words, I didn’t know if my mood could be conveyed through words. Han Yu’s mouth was inexplicably raised. With a faint smile, there was a hint of tenderness, and he said softly: “Maomao is really cute, but… Sooyan might be more formal? What do you think… Sooyan?”

“…”

Breathing seemed a little inexplicably disordered in an instant.

Listening to the soft voice coming from the other side of the phone, Jessica Jung held her cell phone, her eyes seemed to be a little dazzled, but soon, the corners of her lips were still pursed, and the curve was obviously raised upwards, and a brilliant smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Yeah! oppa."

"...Ha, well, but we still call Maomao in private, right?"

On the other side of the phone, Han Yu sat in this uninhabited corner with his cell phone. He heard the response from his cell phone and couldn't help but smile. His slightly curved eyes were filled with soft light, "After all, we are basically two of us together, so we don't have to call us so formally."

"Well, anyway... except for oppa you, there are only a group of people who are closest to me in the world who call me that. I also think oppa you are very kind to call me like this. But... oppa you call me 'Maomao', then why do I call oppa you? Oppa you don't like 'leo', right? Then have I always called you oppa? This is also too common, right?"

As she said that, her fair little nose subconsciously wrinkled, and she didn't even notice it herself.

On the other end of the phone, when he heard Jessie Jung seemed a little dissatisfied, Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then blinked and thought for a while, and said tentatively: "Other... Maomao, you call me Yunyu oppa like one of my sisters? Or Yu oppa? Well, this sounds a bit strange... Or Maomao, just call me 'Yu'. Anyway, such a title doesn't have to be polite, and calling me directly seems closer."

Han Yu made several proposals in a row, but when he heard Han Yu's words, a girl noticed another place.

"Yun Yu…yu…"

He muttered softly, and then Jung Soo-yeon couldn't help but ask curiously: "oppa... Is your name Yunyu?"

“…Well, that’s right.”

He nodded blankly, Han Yu blinked and said in surprise: "Maomao, don't you know my official name?"

"......Yes, I didn't have too much contact before, so... so..."

The hesitant voice on the other side immediately made Han Yu understand. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, but then, he did not hold on to this point and directly introduced himself openly: "My official name is Han Yu, but there was another name called Yun Yu before, so you can be more casual and just say to what I just said."

"Han Yu..."

Zheng Xiuyan nodded thoughtfully when she heard this, then her little nose wrinkled slightly again inexplicably, and murmured in a low voice: "I don't want to call someone else..."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"Ah, no, nothing..."

He shook his head quickly. Today's cheeks seemed to be unable to control the fever, but suddenly, she suddenly blinked suddenly, as if she had thought of something, muttering to herself: "leojung... Zheng... Zheng, Zhengyu? Oh! Oppa, how about I call you Zhengyu? Hum?"

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[The 515 is coming soon. I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. By May 15th, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and promote works. It is also love, so it will definitely be better!] (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!