Fast-passing system: female support, not serious

Chapter 162 Crispy Yu, Let’s Get Black (17)

After paying the bill, the boss gave them a number plate.

When it is ready, the waiter will hold the Mala Tang and call the number, and the person who calls will respond.

Wei Qianluo walked to a window seat on the second floor, waited for her number to be called, and then took a look at the scenery downstairs.

The traffic is heavy and the stream is endless, the prosperity of the city is not as good as Han Zijin's corner of his mouth curled up.

Han Zijin sat quietly with picturesque eyebrows.

"Beauty Jin." Wei Qianluo said slightly teasingly.

In order not to be cold, she worked super hard to find topics.

Han Zijin lowered her eyes.

"Before you saw my face, what did you think I looked like?" Wei Qianluo asked curiously.

"Isn't it really like Xiao Qiao in the game, with two balls on her head, looking childish?"

"I haven't thought about it." Han Zijin replied truthfully.

awkward.

Chatting here and there, and finally waiting for the spicy hot pot.

The spicy soup of the two of them came together.

The moment Wei Qianluo saw Malatang, her eyes burst into light.

Hold back, you must eat Xiangsiwen.

Han Zijin felt a little uncomfortable holding the disposable chopsticks.

Looking at him like this, Wei Qianluo felt gloating, that feeling of dragging an exiled immortal to the sky.

Han Zijin didn't see the teasing in Wei Qianluo's eyes, and concentrated on eating the noodles.

When the tip of his tongue touched the hot soup, Han Zijin's paralyzed expression loosened a bit.

"Don't worry, eat slowly."

"Ah."

Han Zijin's eating is very gentle and elegant...

As for Wei Qianluo's eating habits, her eyes are a bit hot.

[Girl, you said you want to eat politely, you will scare others with such a cruel way of eating. 】

[Stupid pig, how fast are you still eating spicy food. 】

"Shut up, in the face of eating, the strategy is nothing."

[Cover your face, you foodie, I have no communication cells with you. 】

When Wei Qianluo finished eating Malatang and finished drinking the soup.

Han Zijin had only eaten half of the noodles when she caught a glimpse of Wei Qianluo's movements and stopped.

He glanced at Wei Qianluo's bowl and was immediately surprised.

Wei Qianluo watched Han Zijin's eyes widen slightly, with an expression of disbelief.

Suddenly, I felt... His expression is so rare.

[Isn't it embarrassing?cry. 】

"Dudu, are you full?" I got used to shouting Dudu on the Internet, and then I didn't bother to change it.

That's pretty intimate.

"No." Han Zijin shook his head, his obsidian eyes lost some indifference.

Wei Qianluo said excitedly: "Then let's eat all over the university town."

[Girl, your pocket money for this month. . 】

"It's a big deal to stay at home for the rest of the day and not buy snacks." She made a painful decision.

"Okay..." When Han Zijin said this, his tone was a little stiff.

I see.

Wei Qianluo really eats from start to finish, grilled skewers, cold noodle, rice noodles...

Han Zijin looked at her helplessly.

"Denghuizai spit out the tube Kaihei (we will open it in the library later)."

With something stuffed in her mouth, Wei Qianluo muttered indistinctly.

"Hmm." After hearing the meaning with difficulty, Han Zijin nodded.

In summer...

Wei Qianluo put the Juewei duck neck into the canvas bag, found a secluded bookshelf with few people and sat cross-legged.

Han Zijin frowned, puzzled: "Here, be quiet."

"Ah."

His eyes swept across the row of bookshelves. The books on the bookshelves were all historical literature. Who would read such bitter and tasteless books?

Han Zijin and Wei Qianluo sat down side by side.

The long floating hair brushed against Wei Qianluo's cheeks from time to time, and Wei Qianluo stroked his hair quietly.

so smooth...

A man in ancient costume flashed in his mind, his face could not be seen clearly, and he was also restrained.

(End of this chapter)