Shen Zhiqing’s face blushed, and he barely dared to look directly at the girl’s eyes. His hands trembled slightly, and his eyes blinked, barely calming his expression, and he spoke in confusion.
“No, it’s not what you said…” The other party was clearly driving but gave him the hot pot.
MuMian squinted her eyes, her hand was still holding his collar: “I just said I wanted to kiss you, what did you want to do?”
The boy was startled, and he was red from his cheeks to his neck. His whole figure looked like cooked shrimp, and MuMian was also startled.
The little brother of this world was so shy, if he can’t bear it, how can he be overwhelmed in the future?
The girl patted the boy on the cheek, deliberately joking.
“Little brother, your face is so red.”
Hearing this, Shen Zhiqing buried his entire face on the girl’s shoulders, his arms were tight and his shoulders trembled.
“…… Be quiet.”
MuMian quit the flyer job after receiving the pay.
In order to avoid being harassed by Qin Yang again, when MuMian went to work, that person had to follow.
Another way he said it was, “To protect you.”
Han Cong opened the door of the room, the hot pot in the room was steaming hot, and the mist went up to the boy’s cheeks. He walked in with an unidentified face.
“Brother Qing, why do you eat hot pot every day?”
Gu Feng followed Han Cong in. He pulled the chair out for Han Cong casually and watched the man sit down.
Shen Zhiqing’s dark eyes looked over, and the pupils were indifferent and emotional, and he spoke lightly.
“Didn’t you say this hot pot was delicious?”
Han Cong waved his hand.
“It’s delicious, but I can’t eat it every day. If I continue to eat it like this, I will soon vomit, don’t you think? Gu Xiaofeng.”
The boy whose name was said looked over and saw Han Cong’s bright big eyes. Gu Feng’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes that were hidden by the glasses moved.
He nodded slightly and gave a hmm.
The exquisite boy lifted his collar. He curled his eyebrows, his lips were slightly lifted, and his tone was cold: “Does your body hurt anymore?”
Han Cong coughed, with a face serious.
“Eating hot pot, it’s good, I like it, can Gu Xiaofeng help me hold the chopsticks? I really love hot pot.”
Gu Feng calmly helped him, taking the pair of chopsticks.
Shen Zhiqing stood up suddenly, the chair made a noise, Han Cong looked up at the sound, blinked his eyes, and said, “Brother Qing, where are you going?”
The young man sighed and looked at him impatiently. His pupils were somewhat cold.
“…” I just asked casually, why are you looking at me like this again?
MuMian lowered her head in the corner to keep track of the account, and the tip of the pen outlined on the paper.
Suddenly a figure approached her from behind. She subconsciously wanted to turn around and kick them, but the person suddenly hugged her and she could smell the familiar.
MuMian was startled and didn’t resist.
Shen Zhiqing turned her around, lowered his eyelashes, and in his eyes reflected the girl’s slender figure. He pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, “Would you like to meet my friends with me?”
MuMian looked up at him.
“I’m still wearing work clothes. It will look informal.”
The young man frowned his eyebrows, and his pupils were slightly drooping like cold snow: “They don’t need those kinds of things, just be yourself is fine. “