If it weren't for the conditions, Qiao Feier would like to sit quietly on the side and be an audience eating melons and watching the play. What kind of person is Li Ruijue? But he called a little-known Chu Xiao so that he had nothing to say, and he was obedient, which was also a great miracle.

  Chu Xiao - George, who is it? A person who works in a nightclub, the source is naturally accurate, obviously knows Li Ruijue's true identity, but he is not afraid at all, but is full of confidence, which is unusual.

  Seeing that Li Ruijue was stumbling a little when he walked, Qiao Feier took the initiative to become a driver. Let a sane drunk drive, she hasn't lived enough!

  Li Ruijue saw that it was the way home and said: "Where to stop, I will sober up and go back, so as not to worry my mother when she sees it!"

  Qiao Fei'er obediently found a parking lot, got out of the car, and looked at Li Ruijue who was squinting slightly: "I'll go out for a walk, don't move!"

  Li Ruijue waved his hand, signaling that he heard it, and did not make any response. Qiao Fei'er was speechless, why did she come here? As an old mother serving people, she has not had much luck recently!

  "An Ming, I like you!"

  An Ming smiled: "I like you too!"

  Li Ruijue hugged An Ming excitedly: "Do you really like me?" An Ming, I'm so happy, this can't be fake, right, it won't be fake." ”

  An Ming hugged Li Ruijue and smiled sweetly: "Fool, how can this be fake? I like Li Ruijue, I like it very much, I like it very much, I like it very much, ???I like it very much."

  Suddenly, there was a hot and thick sour taste from his mouth, Li Ruijue opened his sleepy eyes dissatisfied, and was blocked by a mouthful of lemon juice just as he wanted to speak.

  Instantly woke up from a sweet dream, and was hugged by An Ming in response to the original happiness, the whole person seemed to be able to fly and soar in beauty.

  Li Ruijue's sudden ferocity frightened Qiao Fei'er, who was holding the lemon juice, trembled, and the lemon juice in his hand almost spilled out.

  "Do you know that people are scared to death? What are you doing when you suddenly open your eyes when you sleep like you're dead?"

  Li Ruijue sat upright and pushed away the lemon juice: "Why are you nervous if you don't do bad things?" I hate lemon juice the most, and I'm not drunk, don't do my own things in the future." ”

  Qiao Fei'er sat upright and took a sip of her milk tea: "Who cares about you? If it weren't for the fear that my aunt would be worried when she saw you like this, I wouldn't want to!

  Li Ruijue didn't speak, his eyes were ethereal, the dream was too real, too beautiful, and it made people have infinite reverie and crazy nostalgia.

  Qiao Fei'er drove the car, and when she saw Li Ruijue looking stupid, she felt helpless, a typical symptom of love. It's also served, what kind of eyes are they all in, brothers for many years, and they actually like the same woman.

  That woman doesn't seem to have anything special except for making a good dessert, is it worth them to die like this?

  In the Yiyuan dessert shop, Zhao Tianqing is clumsily wrapping dumplings, how weird does it look like it? Lying down, crooked, round??? It's just that there is no positive shape like dumplings. Look at the dumplings of Anming Bao, round and bulging, full and cute like ingots.

  "An Ming, you also teach me, this dumpling is not decently wrapped. ”

  An Ming: "I didn't let you wrap it, there is nothing else?" The wrapping is strange and cute.

  Zhao Tianqing: "No, I just want to make dumplings with you." "He can make other dishes, but this dumpling really can't be done.

  An Ming's eyes were full of smiles, the first time he saw Zhao Tianqing, he really wanted to take a picture with his mobile phone.

  "It'll be wrapped in a while, you go to stir-fry, and I'll do the rest myself. ”

  Zhao Tianqing was reluctant to put down the dumplings in his hand, but if he continued like this, he doubted that An Ming would take it out as a joke in the future, and the only black history was made in his own hands.