Withdrew his gaze, Song Weixia put his hands in the bag, bathed in the afternoon sun, and was leisurely and calm, with long legs walking slowly, and the leaves of the sycamore trees remaining on the branches were blown down by the wind, floating like flying butterflies.

As he was about to fall to the beginning of Jin Aini, he reached out.

Jin Aini subconsciously avoided it.

Song Weixia's hand stopped, and the other party's instinctive movement made him sad, and he smiled, "I... look like a beast?"

"No...No..." Jin Aini's aftertaste swept towards the motor vehicle lane, not looking for it at all, and her eyes met him, and she was so scared that she suddenly retracted.

"But I think so." Song Weixia grabbed the falling leaves of the sycamore tree with his fingertips, pinched the small handle, and the leaves circled in circles with his fingers, like a small poem.

"No...no, for Brother Xia, I... let's go to the dessert shop in front to take a look. I want to buy some cakes for An An." Jin Aini felt her heart beating up by the dog man not far away, and she was about to suffocate.

Song Weixia felt something was wrong with the little girl. Could it be that the afternoon sun was too strong? Her face turned red with white, shining with a shy feeling that he had never seen before.

Realizing something, his heart thumped.

"Okay." The gentle tone was soaked with sweetness.

Looking at the backs of the two, Shang Yunqian's fingers pinching the steering wheel turned white, his eyes flashed, and he stretched out his left hand to push the silver-edged glasses on the bridge of his nose, slowly and casually, looking very casual.

Meng Yuliang shook his head secretly, "Yun Qian, stop a car."

Hearing the sound, Shang Yunqian turned to look at him and asked, why should he get off the bus?

"I'll bring a pack of cigarettes to Fang Qinghua."

Buy cigarettes here? Shang Yunqian raised his eyelids and did not expose his childhood friend's inferior excuse. He looked forward and found a parking space, so he asked him to get out of the car.

Meng Yuliang didn't move, so he glanced at him.

Shang Yunqian raised his eyes and said, "Don't you get off the car?"

"You're not with me?"

Shang Yunqian gave a look at why he wanted to be with you.

Well, I was so self-indulgent that Meng Yuliang just raised his arms and surrendered. The excuse was still good, so he had to get out of the car and buy cigarettes for Fang Qinghua.

The car door was brought up, Shang Yunqian picked up the phone on the center console, and then circled to the wx interface, and reached out to find the chat record interface with someone: [See you in half an hour.]

In front of the sweet-mouth display cabinet, Jin Aini was holding a plate to choose bread. When her phone rang, she knew who was coming from the message when she heard the prompt.

Song Weixia heard the phone ringing in her bag, and reached out to take the tray with the bread, "I'll do it."

"Thank you for Brother Xia." Jin Aini gave him the plate, hesitating whether to use her phone to read the short message.

Unfortunately, hands are faster than brains.

When she didn't want to pay attention, her fingers had already cut her phone open and clicked into the wx interface. [See you in half an hour.]

She didn't have much contact with Shang Yunqian, and having contact was the most primitive and intimate contact. This kind of contact seemed to allow her to interpret the causes and follow-up of this sentence without having to slowly understand him.

[Okay, half an hour later, we will see you on the second floor of ×× Tea Restaurant.]

The phone vibrates, and a message enters.

Shang Yunqian clicked on it and saw the text message he wanted to read. The jawline that had been serious and tight and softened unknowingly fell, but the corners of his mouth curled up, "Woman, you are smart, you catch my loophole and find a public place to meet immediately, so that I can't do anything to you, right?"

Shang Yunqian habitually supports glasses.

That may not be!

After buying desserts and bread, Song Weixia smiled and said, "Let's go, let's send bread to An'an."

"Then... that, Brother Xia, I just received a message from a client. He asked me to meet now, look..." Jin Aini couldn't see her face, but she knew that she must be filled with guilty and lying micro-expressions, and the screen was full of embarrassment.

"Then I'll give An An a bun." He raised his wrist and looked down at his watch. "When I arrived at the community, An An probably just finished school and could eat it."

"Then I'll have to do it for Brother Xia."

Song Weixia thought she would be polite and not let her send her off, but she was not polite at all. That's fine. He always hoped that Aini would get along with her and be able to do whatever she wanted, but she was always very tight and careful, as if Brother Weixia was not a good brother, but a scumbag.

He shook his head in a doting way, "Your client is there, do you want me to drive you?"

"...No...no..." Jin Aini quickly stopped him, "It's not far ahead. It won't take much time to walk over. Walking over is just like exercise."

Song Weixia nodded, "Okay, then I'll go to the underground garage to get the car, you should be careful."

"Yeah, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Qinghua looked at the cell phone in his hand, "He's really a damn. He actually called his ex-girlfriend and asked her to have dinner?" He couldn't believe his behavior.

She sat on the sofa and said to herself, "I am loved by everyone, and the flowers bloom when they are blooming. For women, I can completely implement the scumbag (not taking the initiative, not refusing, not being responsible) and it is okay, and actually... I actually called her?"

Fang Qinghua still couldn't believe that he would do such a distorted thing.

"No, this must not be me... I must be playing games too late last night and was in a daze." Fang Qinghua threw his phone on the coffee table and kept slapping his head.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Our Fang Qinghua's reputation for life will be destroyed, and it will be destroyed..."

When Meng Yuliang opened the door and came in, he heard Fang Laosan whispering constantly. He walked from the entrance to the living room and his mouth never stopped.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Qinghua lay on the sofa with his back on his back. When he heard the sound, he sat up excitedly, "Why are you back? Didn't you go to the psychological hospital he runs with Brother Qian?"

"I encountered some emergency on the way."

"Sudden, what sudden?" Fang Qinghua instantly jumped out of his own affairs and entered Shang Er's gossip.

Meng Yuliang took off his coat and put it on the armrest of the sofa, "Want to know?"

"Of course!" Fang Qinghua came to him, "Is it about Xiao Daigua?"

Meng Yuliang reached out to take the kettle to pour water for himself. When he heard this, he smiled and said, "Okay, Fang Laosan, I guessed it all at once."

"Haha..." Fang Qinghua laughed, "It's not that I can do it, but Brother Qian is now spending all his thoughts on chasing Xiao Daigua. He can guess what you are going to say with his toes."

Maybe, as a woman, Meng Yuliang only thought Shang Er was in a good mood and did not comment, "What are you talking about just now?"

"No...what?" Fang Qinghua's eyes flashed. He reached out and took the phone on the coffee table. He swiped it open and played games. He looked like I was an otaku and I could have anything to do.

Meng Yuliang didn't ask, "Go to have dinner tonight?"

"Go..." The phone call flashed suddenly in my mind, "I don't want to go out to eat tonight, order takeaway."

"Take-out?" Meng Yuliang seemed to hear something incredible, "Can you eat takeaway?"

"Occasionally...change your taste, it won't work!" Fang Qinghua hummed.

Meng Yuliang felt something was wrong with this kid and deliberately said, "Okay, I will stay here tonight for takeout with you."

"Brother Meng, don't you think takeout is unhygienic? Go back to your large flat layer to eat."

"It's boring to eat alone, I'll accompany you today."

"..." Fang Qinghua's hand was playing games stopped, fuck, and he even got on with Brother Mao.

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Jin Aini clearly ordered a public tea restaurant next to the window, but was replaced by a dog man to a private tea restaurant with a very good private space.

She stood at the door and refused to enter.

Shang Yunqian had already entered the private room with one foot. He felt that the person behind him had not followed him. He turned to look at her, with a wool coat hanging on one arm, holding glasses with the other hand, and the silver-edged glasses were faintly cold.

"I like to sit on the second floor and watch the scenery by the window. The private room is too boring and boring." Jin Aini's hands were just about to slid the door frame.

Shang Yunqian stared at her for a while, picked up his cell phone, opened it, and put it in his ear, "Clear the second floor of ××."

"Hey... Shang Yunqian, you have to clean up the market!" Because of her words, the dog man cleared the market. Jin Aini felt sorry for the people who were enjoying the afternoon on the second floor.

The guilt is very strong, and it is even worse than the arrest of "*" just now.

No, right? I'm not someone else, why do I feel guilty?

As if it was just a few seconds, Special Assistant Zhou's phone call came over, "Mr. Shang, the second floor of ×× has been cleared, you can go there."

Shang Yunqian hung up the phone, turned around, and stepped out of the private room.

Jin Aini didn't want to move, but was held by the man.

She was pulled by him.

He pulled her with one hand, and had a fine wool coat hanging on the other arm, wearing a gray round-neck sweater, and a smoky gray suit pants wrapped around her long legs, straight and straight, noble and slender.

Looking at the hand that was pulling her, it was slender, with clear joints and clear strength. Her hand was in his palm, warm and warm. Just now, the heart that was as good as an iron bucket was almost unseen, and the gap was loosened.

At the staircase on the second floor, a row of waiters saw the two of them bent down and saluted, "Mr. Shang, the position C next to the window is ready, please sit down."

‘c’ bit?

A small restaurant is also playing with celebrities taking photos?

Jin Aini rolled her eyes secretly.

Shang Yunqian seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he turned his head.

After being caught, Jin Aini instantly straightened her neck and was serious.

He pleased Shang Yunqian with his innocent little movements. He laughed softly, his voice was low and heavy, like the lazy when he woke up, extremely relaxed, and not at all as serious as before.

When he arrived at the C table, Shang Yunqian held hands and didn't let go. He helped her pull the chair with his other hand and settled her down with both hands. Then he let go and sat in his own position.
To be continued...