Knocked to the election boss today

Chapter 622 It's rare to serve people (2)

Let him piss him off just now, but he wants to piss him off.

Duan Fanjun's face darkened, "You..."

Lan Xi reached out and grabbed his sleeve, smoothing things over, "It doesn't matter where you sit, get in the car quickly."

Duan Fan glanced at him, gave Feng Wuze a hard look, then walked to the front and got into the car.

Feng Wuze showed a triumphant smirk on his face, and Lan Xi shook his head.

childish.

Along the way, several people were silent.

Feng Wuze was busy responding to the messages from his mother and queen, and had no time to argue with Duan Fan.

Without his lively atmosphere, Duan Fan and Lan Xi remained silent.

I don't know when, this kind of embarrassment of confusion popped up from time to time, interspersed between them.

Lan Xi pretended to look at the night scene outside the window, her thoughts had already flown nine days away.

Until the car stopped, he was still immersed in his own world.

"Lan Xi, Lan Xi..."

The magnetic voice echoed in his ears, forcefully pulling back his thoughts.

Lan Xi seemed to be startled, she turned her face, and the worry in the man's eyes was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Duan Fan said, "The restaurant is here, what were you thinking just now, I asked you several times but didn't respond."

Lan Xi hooked her lips, and prevaricated, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the filming of the crew."

Duan Fan glanced at him, feeling skeptical, but didn't ask the question to the end.

If he didn't want to say it, he might not get a single truth if he kept asking.

He got out of the car first and moved out of the wheelchair.

Opening the car door, he reached out to him, "Slow down."

Feng Wuze closed the car door, looked up and saw Duan Fan helping Lan Xi get out of the car.

Skilled movements, that high degree of tacit understanding is by no means formed overnight.

He clicked his tongue, feeling a hint of envy in his heart.

It is extremely rare for this kind of friendship that can go through life and death for each other and give everything.

Lan Xi sat back in the wheelchair, looked up and saw Feng Wuze was looking at the two of them.

His eyes dimmed, and he pretended to ask casually, "What are you staring at us for?"

Feng Wuze withdrew his gaze, and his tone of voice was still weak, "It's nothing, it's rare for Young Master Duan to serve others, so I don't want to take a second look."

The corner of Lan Xi's mouth trembled, "What are you waiting for, don't talk nonsense."

His mouth never stops.

Duan Fan's expression was indifferent, he didn't take Feng Wuze's words to heart at all.

He took the backpack and stretched out his hand to push the wheelchair, "Don't pay attention to him."

After the words fell, the ostentatious figure followed.

Dressed in fiery red clothes, it is still very eye-catching at night.

Approaching the entrance of the restaurant, Duan Fan paused and cast a glance at Feng Wuze, "You have followed us all the way, and you plan to follow us all the time?"

Feng Wuze crossed her arms, her beautiful peach eyes slightly raised, and she exuded a ruffian air all over her body.

"Is there a problem?"

Duan Fan gritted his back molars, and said word by word, "We eat by ourselves, what do you think?"

"I think it's pretty good, no problem." Feng Wuze said with a smile, "We should be considered half of our own people now."

"Who is on your own." Duan Fan held back his good temper to the extreme, and said through gritted teeth, "Stay where it's cooler."

The smell of gunpowder smoke swept over again, and before the two of them could choke, they were broken by a cold voice.

"What are you doing standing here, do you have any money?"

The joking words dilute the smell of gunpowder that is about to explode.

When Lan Xi saw Qiao Luo, it was as if she had seen a savior, her bright eyes sparkled, "Qi Qi."

(End of this chapter)