In less than ten minutes, when all the dishes were ready, Xize almost didn't lift the table!
Onion soup, fried onion rings, fried eggplant, and Paris mushrooms!
Three kinds of food that he never eats are full!
He doesn't eat eggplant, mushrooms, onions!
And then all the main and side dishes tonight, including these three kinds of food!
Xize thinks Han Yunting wants to starve him!
At this time, he finally understood what Han Yunting's "there will be more" stands for!
Then there will be onions... And all kinds of food he doesn't eat!
Xize angrily stares at the man in front of him. He grinds his teeth and asks the waiter to take the menu. He wants to order again!
Han Yunting!
Later, although the meal was finished, Xize's face became more and more ugly.
He didn't know why. Later, in his carefully selected dishes, there were still these kinds of side dishes!
Xize decided that he would never come to this western restaurant again in his life!
At eight o'clock in the night, the lights of Paris begin to shine.
Han Yunting came out of the restaurant and felt the breeze.
Xize walked on the side of Leng Shutong's body, his tense face curled with the impetuous wind and rain.
After a while, through a street corner, suddenly, seven or eight tall men in black came out.
Look at the face, it's all Asian!
Leng Shutong was startled. As soon as he wanted to speak, his wrist became hot, and he was pulled to him by Han Yunting, "don't go there, it's dangerous!"
Words fall, Xi Ze disdains ground to stare at him, sneer a voice, "weak chicken!"
These two words are new words he just learned on the Internet!
He thinks it's very suitable for Han Yunting!
In the face of Xi Ze's satire, Han Yunting nodded kindly, "since you think I'm weak, please deal with these people."
After that, he took Leng Shutong to leave!
Xize stood in the same place, dumbfounded!
What the hell is this?
from ruin?!
take pleasure in other people's misfortune?!
Don't wait for Xi Ze to open his mouth, Leng Shutong has grabbed Han Yunting's wrist in a hurry, "he doesn't mean that, don't take it seriously!"
Leng Shutong is worried that if Han Yunting really leaves, Xize will be in danger.
Those people in black are not good at it, and they surround Xize in an instant.
Anyway, they can't just sit back and ignore it!
At this time, Han Yunting's face sank. He looked at Leng Shutong and asked, "didn't you hear him say I'm weak?"
Leng Shutong shook his head busily and nodded again, "I heard you, but don't be wise to him. He is straightforward, we..."
"Now that you hear me, let's go!"
Leng Shutong
What's the logic?!
She also wants to try to persuade Han Yunting to stay and help. The next second, her palm is suddenly wrapped by a warm touch, which makes her freeze in place!
Leng Shutong's vision is stiff and falls down. Where his vision reaches is the palm of his hand firmly held by Han Yunting.
He... Took her hand!
How is that possible?
Leng Shutong tries to pull back her hand, while Han Yunting immediately twists her eyebrows and clenches her palm again.
It's not a dream, it's true!
Leng Shutong raises his head and bumps his eyes vaguely into Han Yunting's deep pupil. He sees his figure standing under the light, and also feels Han Yunting's gradually exerting hand.
For the first time, in the dim night of Paris, he took her hand.