Prince in Modern Times: My VIP Boyfriend

Chapter 49
Anyway, she ate it alone.But now Danny's sudden return made her feel a little flustered.

I don't know if the taste is worse...

Holding the chopsticks with his slender fingers to pick up the noodles, he suddenly raised his head to his mouth, his eyes met her nervous ones, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Seldom go out at night in the future. The newspaper said that a driver with a scar on his face often haunts at night, not only robbing money but also... stealing sex. You have to be careful."

"Scar Driver!" Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Gu Yuetong opened her eyes wide in shock, and some images flashed through her mind.

She didn't have time to catch it.

After eating the noodles in his mouth, he choked on her mouthful because of her overreacting, "cough cough cough..." sadly got up and ran to the bathroom.

Turning her head to look in the direction of the bathroom, seeing Danny rushing in, Gu Yuetong's heart skipped a beat, she bit her lower lip tightly, wondering if it was because of her?
"Are you OK."

When Danny came out, he was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief in his hand.Hearing Gu Yuetong's concerned words, he put the handkerchief on the table, and said casually when he sat down, "Put less salt in the future."

Gu Yuetong let out a "huh" and remembered it deeply in her heart, her gaze unconsciously rested on that handkerchief, the color of that olive...

It was she who washed it but forgot to return it to its owner.She was the one who got it dirty that time, and if she didn't wash it off, she would feel uneasy.

But I didn't expect Danny to dirty it again!Looks like it needs to be washed again.

Catching where her gaze was, Danny paused as he picked up the noodles between the chopsticks, "Did you buy the handkerchief yourself?"

The olive color is a bit dull for girls, not bright enough, and he has never heard of her habit of using a handkerchief.

He asked Chen Ma to buy her clothes and a bag, but he didn't buy her a handkerchief.

"Huh?" She didn't react for a while, her eyes flickered for a while, and she couldn't hide her guilt: "...the handkerchief is not mine, it's someone else's."

"Whose one?" Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, his face became serious, and he looked straight at her, "Male or female?"

(End of this chapter)