Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 210 A Gathering of Stars: Ah! Srot!

The noise spread in the restaurant at this point, attracting faces with food in their mouths still twitching at the corners of their mouths. The few of us almost indiscriminately wrestled into a ball in this eating place.

The students at the next table had no choice but to leave a place of right and wrong with their jobs in their hands. There was a burst of smoke, and after the food flew everywhere, the mess on the floor stained the neat restaurant. A few old acquaintances were fighting.

"Ahhhhh!!! Srot!!" I finally couldn't take it anymore, Mom! !What is hanging on my face, it's greasy, I reached out and touched it, and a piece of green vegetable was attached to my face as gorgeously as a dragon crossing the river.

"You two stop."

"Women don't care about men's affairs!"

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"Yexing." Nami looked at Yan Yeyi and Darius, who were still pinching each other's neck and pressing against each other's lower abdomen, and handed me a chapter of napkin speechlessly.

"Are they always like this?" I took the paper towel and wiped my face scribbled, my brows twitched. These two people are really childish masterpieces. They are so crazy about Han Qing, it seems that Qingqing in our family is very happy. Charm!

"Hehe. Yes. That's right!" Nami shook her head helplessly. This is not bad. In the past, these three people were the top gossips in the holy night.

Han Qingchao patted her forehead helplessly, it seemed that she was too tortured by these two people to accept it.

When we have already started, a certain three people are still circling in a circle, so that Han Qing is not human at both ends, hey! !It seems that being loved by many people is not such a good thing. The one in front of me is an example.

I unwrapped the high-temperature-sterilized chopsticks and pulled the bento rice balls and cod fillets I ordered. Wow! !It looks delicious. Ever since Mengchike took me to eat rice rolls last time, I want to eat them again. The freshness of the seafood is nostalgic even for me who is not interested in food.

When I picked up a large piece of seaweed sushi and was about to bury it in my mouth, I opened my mouth and took a bite, but I couldn't bite into anything.

Monchiko snatched my sushi and was helping me dip it in the sauce before pushing my meal back.

"What are you doing?" I asked him curiously, why is there so much attention to a meal, really.

(End of this chapter)