Goodnight Mr. Gu!

Towards noon, Tang Chi put on a backpack, put on a black down jacket, a dark and fleece tight trousers, stepped on ankle-length beige fur boots, put on the scarf Gu Linzheng's mother bought for him, and put on With long hair on his shoulders, he went out of school fully armed.

This is a magic outfit with a warmth index MAX.

After all, people born in the 90s are getting older, and their fragile body cannot withstand the wind and rain.

Tang Chi's gaze flicked over the young lady who was wearing a black short skirt at the gate of a school and her legs were still exposed in the winter, and a trace of admiration for the warrior flashed in her eyes.

This is a world that she has never been able to understand. Perhaps this group of people is born with anti-magic properties-very resistant to freezing.

***

When he arrived at the place he had agreed with Fang Cangmao, Tang Chi just checked the time, only one minute early.

And she saw Fang Cangmao at a glance from the outside.

This is a simple small restaurant. It is not surprising. It is probably a time-honored brand in the imperial capital. Fang Cangmao also has an attribute. He can always dig out delicious enough restaurants from the streets and alleys. Tang Chi trusts this.

The decoration of the restaurant is not surprising, but it is simple and warm. There is a little girl lying on the table near the kitchen and writing homework intently.

As soon as Tang Chi entered, he smelled a scent, and the greedy person kept drooling.

At noon, there were not many people. After sitting at two or three tables, Fang Cangmao sat alone, wearing a heavy down jacket, from head to toe.

Wearing a pair of glasses, gentle.

After all, he is an elderly in his thirties, and he is less resistant to freezing than Tang Chi.

If I remember correctly, Fang Cangmao should have myopia correction surgery soon, so Tang Chi hadn't seen Fang Cangmao wearing glasses for a long time, and almost didn't recognize it.

Fang Cangmao didn't know what her identity was. It was reasonable to find a high-end place to meet, but Fang Cangmao was not happy.

The other party threatened him with money for losing mahjong, which was really shameless!

When Tang Chi entered the room, he cast a glance.

The little girl looks like a college student. She is very simple in dress. Well, at least it is not like the girl who pursues the ultimate fashion. The whole body is warm, and the oval face with a collar around her neck is only slapped. Normally, his eyes are extraordinarily bright, and his face reveals a clever and honest aura. At first glance, he is the kind of good boy that the elders particularly like.

Then Fang Cangmao withdrew his eyes again.

Although she is a good-looking girl, she is not so amazing that she will never forget.

Who knew that this little girl came straight to herself.

"Old...Fang Cangmao, hello."

She subconsciously uttered, as if she had bit her tongue by something, and stopped in time, calling out his name directly.

Fang Cangmao was startled.

He put his eyes on Tang Chi again, and he saw her smile with a harmless human and animal face: "I'm the one who lingered, the one who sent you a private message on Weibo."

Fang Cangmao should be shocked.

After all, he had never thought that the other party would be a girl, still such a well-behaved look!

He had never seen what kind of fighting a girl of this type would fight, it was like a joke.

But more than shock is anger.

Fang Cangmao let out a sigh of relief: "You call my name and add an old word before it. What do you mean?! Am I already so old? Even if you are eighteen, I can only deserve you. brother!"

He is only thirty-five! ! !

Tang Chi:...

At that time, I wanted to call Lao Fang, but I didn’t change it for a while...