Cross was in his early thirties. He was an outstanding looking man with a gloomy temperament.
Half of his long blond hair was tied loosely behind his head. Cross's face was a little thin, but his facial features were deep.
Xia Ling had seen him before. He was with his boyfriend.
His grayish-blue eyes looked at the person beside him. He smiled. It was emotionless, but it was also a gentleness that seeped into his bones.
Cross's boyfriend was a famous British architect, Ferdinand.
Xia Ling had casually chatted with Ferdinand on the forum. They were very close.
After that, she found out that Cross and Ferdinand had this kind of relationship.
She was very close to these two people.
*
At the beginning of the second year, Xia Ling sent Ji Wenhan her first email from China to London.
It was a picture of Big Ben in England.
Under the blue sky, Xia Ling, Cross, and Ferdinand stood in the middle. On the left was Xia Ling, and on the right was Ferdinand.
Cross's hand was on Xia Ling's shoulder, and he seemed very close to Xia Ling.
"Wenhan, I have a good friend in Pulkole. It's Professor Cross beside me and his friend Ferdinand. Cross is knowledgeable and rational. I have learned a lot from him!"
*
When Ji Wenhan received this email, he was in a meeting.
The silver-gray ultra-thin laptop was placed on the conference table. Ji Wenhan listened to the manager's quarterly summary, and his slender hand casually clicked open the email.
Then, his expression froze.
He controlled the mouse and moved the email interface up and down, clicking on the photo of the girl and the two men.
Zoom in!
Zoom in again!
The image zoomed in on Cross's hand that was on the girl's shoulder.
The man's hand went around the girl's back. His actions were intimate and a little deeper. It was as if he was holding the girl in his arms.
As he retreated, Ji Wenhan stared at Cross.
...
The girl had said that she wanted to find a man as outstanding as him.
Cross was a professor in Pulkole's Department of Financial Management. In terms of family background and status, he should not be any worse than himself.
And in terms of appearance, Cross's gloomy temperament was probably more popular with the girl than his cold face.
So...
The Cross in front of him was very compatible with Ji Xiaxia's criteria for choosing a boyfriend.
If there was nothing wrong with his character, then there was no room for him to object.
Ji Wenhan frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.
His mouse moved back and forth on Cross's face, as if he had been infected by the little movements of a young girl.
Suddenly, the mouse stopped, as if he had thought of something.
He went online and searched the professor list of Pulkole, and found Cross's age.
Thirty-one years old!
Ji Wenhan's expression was calm again.
His slender fingers quickly typed a sentence in the email and replied to Xia Ling.
"This professor is someone you like? No, I don't like him. You should find someone around your age. He's too old, I don't agree."
Xia Ling had Hai Hai project Ji Wenhan's reaction the entire time.
She saw that Ji Wenhan did not care about the meeting and was struggling with Cross. Then, he purposely looked up Cross's age and replied to her email.
She glanced at the contents of the email.
Xia Ling rubbed her chin with her fair fingers. She propped up her face, and her dark eyes lit up slightly.
"He's with you."
She thought for a moment and quickly typed on the keyboard.
"I'm not afraid. With Wenhan around, I realized that I like people who are older than me."