Chapter 200

When a friendly laugh came from afar, the boy finally realized what he had just said and blushed.

He stuttered, trying to explain, a low, cold voice came: "No."

Ning Meng turns around and sees Huo Beichen stride over.

It's an old street, and it's a little dark with the late sky.

But as soon as he appeared, everything around seemed to be a little brighter. Even the street lamp on the top of the head is brighter than just now.

He came to her with straight long legs in three or two steps, put one hand around her shoulder, took her back one step, and stopped between Ning Meng and the boy. Then he looked down at the thin and adolescent boy: "your classmates are waiting for you."

Huo Beichen's face is firm and cold, with the maturity of a man.

The little boy saw him and ran away in fear.

Wait for a group of students to disappear in the crowd, Huo Beichen just turned his head and looked at Ning Meng. His tone was a little depressed: "it's still so popular."

Lemon:??

She stared at Huo Beichen and said, "ah?"

The girl's eyes are full of natural charm. However, those eyes are as clear as glass, reflecting the weak light of street lamp.

Seeing her like this, Huo Beichen rubbed her head with great hands. He felt powerless with full strength but no place to make it: "forget it."

Then turn around and take the lead.

Ning Meng: "..."

What's up?

Why can't the man make it clear?

She curled her mouth and looked back at the key high school.

Under the dark sky, the bright moonlight is quietly sprinkled on the plaque. The four characters of "No.1 Middle School of Haishi" are vaguely familiar and mysterious.

Ning Meng has no reason to panic. She quickly takes back her sight, only to find that Huo Beichen is standing in front, leaning sideways and waiting for her to pass.

Ning Meng takes two steps and comes to his side.

At the peak of school, some students go home by car, some students go back for a walk. The neighborhood is bustling and bustling with the noise of ordinary people.

A small peddler prepared snacks and stopped at the roadside. Occasionally, the students could not resist the temptation of fragrance and would buy a string of chicken chops, or stinky tofu

Hearing this, Ning Meng was even hungrier. She walked two steps quickly, followed Huo Beichen to take a few turns in the busy old lane and stood in front of a pickled fish restaurant.

Ning Meng looks up and takes a look at the humble shop.

Inside the environment, at a glance.

Ten tables or so, almost full at the moment, only two or three are idle.

The shop is still clean, but the shop without plaque is too small.

Ning Meng sighed: "as a foodie, I will gradually understand a truth. The more humble the shop is, the more delicious the food is. On the contrary, the French Italian restaurant, which is resplendent, luxurious and full of gimmicks, will have a look... "

She paused. As expected, Huo Beichen was attracted by her. When she thought that she would talk about the principle of "simplicity in life", she would smile: "I can't afford it anyway."

Huo Beichen: "..."

He was not surprised that the daughter would say "can't afford to eat". He stepped into the restaurant.

Ning Meng follows in, just enters the door, sees the owner's mother surprised to come over: "North minister, how did you come?"

When her eyes fell on Ning Meng, her eyes widened in amazement: "here..."