The long time only sweets you

Chapter 142 Big hands hold small hands, let's go together

Li Beiqing wore a pair of black gloves on his hands, and his thin lips were slightly parted without showing his prestige, giving people a feeling that he was not easy to get close to and should not be underestimated.

No matter in appearance, height, or imposing manner, Tie Zhu knew he was not as good as Li Beiqin, and he was almost instantly killed.

His face was a little embarrassed, but Li Beiqing was very personable, and if he put on his face, it would appear that he had no manners.

Li Beiqing let go of Tie Zhu's hand, his eyes turned cold.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, it's getting late, I'll take Manman and the two children home first, and we'll talk another day."

Tie Zhu thinks that the cement factory business is doing very well in the small town, and he can be regarded as a small boss.

But the man in front of him showed him what it means to be born noble.

His aura suddenly faded.

Li Beiqing stopped looking at him, turned around and had already put his arms around Su Manman's waist, with the other big palm holding Huanhuan's little hand, while Su Manman was holding Xibao's little hand.

Two big and two small, big hands holding small hands, walking on the way home together.

The backs of the four people, under the dense orange light, cast four harmonious lights and shadows.

From a distance, they looked like conjoined twins, walking slowly along the green plant belt step by step.

In the endless and mysterious night, above their heads was a sky full of stars and moons, and the stars connected to the distant mountains like waterfalls.

Tie Zhu looked at it very unpleasantly, and it took a long time to look back, shook his head, turned and left dejectedly.

……

The park is not far from my aunt's house, just 2 minutes away.

Qiu Rong cooked white fungus soup and waited for the two little dolls. Seeing them come back, she waved: "Xibao, Huanhuan, come and make white fungus soup with my aunt."

A sweet scent was smelled from a distance, Xibao and Huanhuan were so happy that they lost Su Manman and Li Beiqing's hands, and ran to drink tremella soup.

Su Manman's favorite drink when he was a child was also the white fungus soup made by his aunt.

Now I can drink it again, I am naturally happy.

She let go of the big palm of the quilt, and stepped up the steps, but was grabbed by him instead.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice low and displeased.

She raised her eyebrows: "Go and drink white fungus soup."

"Wait a while before drinking, let's talk first."

"What are you talking about?"

Su Manman vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the man's face.

Li Beiqing narrowed his black eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let's talk about your elementary school classmate."

Su Manman was stunned, and after realizing it, he asked, "Why are you talking about him?"

"Why can't we talk about him?"

He looked at her and asked casually.

"You really want to hear it?"

"Correct."

Su Manman stood still, looked at him, and explained calmly: "He is my classmate in elementary school. He liked me when I was young and chased me in high school. After I went to college, he asked his mother to arrange a blind date for us. I don’t want to, so I rejected him. Probably because of this incident, he was sad for a long time, and he has been brooding about it, so I saw me just now, so I chatted with me for a while. I just regarded him as a primary school classmate, and Nothing else happened."

Li Beiqing listened quietly, and when she finished speaking, he raised his right hand and gently pinched her chin.

Surrounded by the sound of frogs, drums and cicadas, Su Manman met his unfathomable eyes, which were clear and peaceful.

"That's it?" Li Beiqing's voice was close to her ears, deep and clear, with a strong sense of presence.

"Otherwise, what else do you want?"

She pouted and said angrily.

(End of this chapter)