In the car.
Han Xiaoye chest stuffy uncomfortable, absent-minded looking at the window of the speeding scenery, from the car began to say nothing.
Fu Zhiyan sees her reaction in his eyes, thinking that she is unwilling to leave Quan Ronglian. My heart almost choked.
Bentley quickly stops at the corner of the alley outside a university. Fu Zhiyan untied his seat belt and got off first. "Wait for me here."
Five minutes later, Bentley's door opened again and he got on with a bag.
"Put this on."
There is a pair of white shoes in the plastic bag. It seems that they should be sold in a small shop outside the school. Han Xiaoye had planned to fight him to the end no matter what he said or did, but he took out dozens of pieces of white ball shoes and reached for them without backbone.
"And this, stick it on the wound first, and I'll disinfect you with iodine when I get back."
red Han small ambition nest a shrink, also don't know where to come of fire, a sweep past, "I don't stick."
It's clearly that he deliberately made her stand outside for more than an hour to polish the blisters. Now give her OK tension, she will be moved to tears, and then deeply reflect on herself?
Good idea!
Every time he hit a big stick and gave a sweet jujube, she was not a wooden person. A stick was too painful. No matter how sweet the jujube was, it still hurt.
Especially heartache, heartache is dying.
Has Fu Zhiyan ever been treated like this? To let people see, deliberately jaw will be scared to the ground, certainly think Han Xiaoye dead.
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not to utter a single word.
Han Xiaoye felt that he was deliberately against himself, deliberately to toss himself.
Originally, I wanted to be willful to the end and then sweep it down for him, but I just couldn't move my hand. I couldn't move it completely. She curled her mouth, grabbed Bundy angrily and stuck it to the wound. Then he took off the strap high-heeled shoes at the bottom of the pit, put on the little white shoes, opened the door, "thank you, little uncle, goodbye."
"Where are you going?"
As a matter of course, the little woman who closed the door said, "it's school time. There are many a-year-old students coming to eat in this alley. Of course, I'm going where I should be, or would I stay with Professor Fu? Don't you pretend you don't know me? Don't worry. At school, I promise I won't even say you're my little uncle. "
She had a small mouth, and she chose what he didn't like to hear.
Fu Zhiyan frowned, his chin tightened, and he took her hand and went straight to the alley.
Fortunately, today is Wednesday, students' classes are generally full, and few people come out to eat at this time. There were only a few, and no one noticed them.
All the way into the hot pot shop, the boss immediately welcomed up.
"Hello, two of you?"
"Yes."
"Red soup or mandarin duck?"
Han Xiaoye knows that he does not eat spicy, deliberately answer, "red soup."
"OK, you can take a seat and order. I'll serve it for you right away." The landlady couldn't help looking at Fu Zhiyan more. She was more enthusiastic than last time.
Clearly in the heart to do a good job in the construction, we should try to let go, but special heart is not obedient, sipping a belly of vinegar. Sour she will suffocate, she took the water cup on the table, Gulu Gulu Gulu down to feel better. With a small face and regardless of the men around him, he sat down on his own and began to crack, "spicy beef, special yellow throat, fat intestines, fresh squid, pili tripe..."
Seven or eight dishes in a row, all the same - viscera!
After the election, she still felt angry, and called to the boss, "another brain flower."
man I poured a cup of tea for myself again, and it was rude and dry.
The tables and chairs in the hotpot shop are all made of wood, because they are exposed to lampblack all the year round. There are some black marks on the cracks of the dark yellow wooden benches. Fu Zhiyan Feng Mou swept those traces, a flash of disgust.
Han Xiaoye knows that he is addicted to cleanliness. When he is a little uncomfortable, she has already offered to change the place. But today is different. Fu Zhiyan abused her twice in a row in class, and she was also uncomfortable. So the one who holds the teacup and looks left and right is looking at the scenery, but does not look at him.
Originally, she thought that Fu Zhiyan couldn't bear it. She couldn't be more clear about how much he was addicted to cleanliness. This kind of place, Fu Zhiyan to be able to endure, no doubt let him swallow a fly. man
... sit down!
Han small ambition sharp a quiver, stubborn force oneself don't look at him, silent.
"Here we are."
Soon, the hot pot came up.
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The landlady started the gas, and the boss helped to put the bottom of the pot up. As soon as they put it on, their order almost came out.
Han Xiaoye himself picked a bowl, and after the soup rolled, he poured all his favorite dishes down.
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Fu Zhiyan's dark and deep eagle eyes flashed. He picked up the chopsticks and ate the red and gorgeous tripe.
It is clear that he is eating hot pot in the fly restaurant. His stupidity gives people the illusion of being in a five-star hotel. Even eating a hot pot tripe is very elegant and beautiful.
Han Xiaoye mercilessly takes back the line of sight, oneself scalded a piece of fur belly, bite of crunch. Hot soup with seasoning, coupled with the taste of tripe crispy, delicious people want to swallow the tongue. Eat delicious to, she was in a good mood, stretch the eyebrows, smile of see teeth not see eyes, "little uncle, how?"
Fu Zhiyan looked up at the strange ELF's little woman. It was clear that she used to call him uncle, but now he felt very harsh. not bad
Shit!
I don't like it!
not bad She immediately put a few dishes in his bowl, and then looked at him eagerly.
"Yes."
Fu Zhiyan actually ate it.
The bowl was full of animal offal that he didn't like most. He actually ate it.
Han Xiaoye several times are distressed want to forget, anyway, abuse him, in the final analysis, abuse or their own heart nest. But she didn't accept that tone. She tried to resist the impulse of grabbing his chopsticks and made the mace come out.
"Little uncle, the pig brain is ripe. I'll clip one for you."