After making a decision in his heart, Situ Qinglang also stabilized his feelings, which was not difficult for him, but he might have a knot in his heart from now on.

Looking at Sweetheart's excited little face and looking out of the car window, he couldn't help but try to restore himself to a state of mind where he didn't know anything, no matter what happened, he wanted Sweetheart to have a good time with him every day.

The car drove north to Mong Kok via Tsim Sha Tsui, and the sweetheart was talking about what he had all the way, and gradually, Situ Qinglang's mind calmed down, and he no longer panicked before, and occasionally could interject a few words.

"How long is it?" Sweetheart looked at the time, half an hour had passed, and it was almost nine o'clock!

Hungry enough to eat a cow is there!

"It's coming soon, just around the corner. ”

While talking, Sweetheart saw the Mong Kok MTR station, and she was suddenly curious about what the Hong Kong MTR was like, so she asked, "Can we take the MTR another day?"

"What are you doing sitting on that kind of thing, it's crowded to death. Not surprisingly, Situ Qinglang was very disgusted.

"I'm curious, I also want to take a double-decker bus in Hong Kong and feel the difference between Hong Kong's buses and Beiting City!" said Sweetheart excitedly.

"What other difference could it be?" Situ Qinglang poured a basin of cold water on his head, "You can see that it's all four wheels." ”

Sweetheart was completely speechless, so she had to sit in her seat and remain silent. Situ Qinglang was amused in his heart, he had played enough tricks on her, and promised: "I'll take you to sit tomorrow, where do you want to go tomorrow?"

"I want to go to Wong Tai Sin to ask for a signature!" Sweetheart immediately became excited again, and said like a few family treasures, "After that, I want to eat Hong Kong-style milk tea and pork chop buns from Lan Fong Yuan, and I also want to eat Shuangpi milk from Shunyi Milk Company!"

"It's okay to ask for a sign? You're not asking for a son. Situ Qinglang is another basin of cold water.

"......" Sweetheart suddenly complained fiercely in her heart, you asked me what I was going to do first! I said now, and you won't let me go!

"Besides, where did you know that there are Lan Fang Yuan and Shunyi Milk Company?"

"I have a strategy. Sweetheart picked up angrily, "I also did my homework." ”

Seeing her sitting on the side with her pouting mouth like a deflated ball, and her little temper came up again, Situ Qinglang couldn't help but want to laugh at her, so he had to reluctantly say yes: "It depends on whether you can serve me comfortably tonight, if you can, where you want to go and what you do, my husband will take you to do it." ”

"Hey, can you not do this, prostitution in the daytime. Sweetheart's face was full of disgust.

"Otherwise, what is the purpose of getting married? Is it to put you at home as a vase?" Situ Qinglang replied as a matter of course.

"Did you marry me to satisfy your physical needs?" Sweetheart suddenly felt like a tool! In that case, why didn't you buy an inflatable doll in the first place! You can use it whenever you want! There will be no complaints!

"What do you think? I can't hold it for the rest of my life. Situ Qinglang replied as if it were a matter of course.

Sweetheart's glass heart crackled and fell apart in an instant, and she finally understood that Ma Weiwei said that men are animals that think with their lower bodies!

Sure enough, even Situ Qinglang, who seems to be out-of-this-world, can't escape this kind of creator's setting!

Situ Qinglang saw that his sweetheart's little eyes were full of injury, and he was suddenly overjoyed, and his previous worries were also swept away unconsciously, and he suddenly said with a wicked taste: "Look, the fish balls you love." ”

"Where?" Sweetheart is still obsessed with fish balls.

The corners of Situ Qinglang's lips lifted, and he took one of her hands and pressed it on his own beep, and took her and rubbed it: "Here." ”

Sweetheart's face immediately flushed, and as soon as he grasped it, he **** it twice, and said seriously: "Now I have added KFC luxury breakfast, there are fish balls and French smoked sausages, only 5 yuan!"

"What do you think, how can your husband be so cheap. Situ Qinglang couldn't knock her head when he cried and laughed.

The car continued to drive forward, and there were small shops on both sides of the road, selling fruits and vegetables, selling Hong Kong-style barbecued pork secret meat, and there was a small storefront with a small signboard mixed in.

"When you arrive, you get out of the car and order food. I'm looking for a parking space. Situ Qinglang stopped the car.

"Okay!" Sweetheart got out of the car in a hurry, and saw that breakfast was more cordial than seeing Situ Qinglang, so she walked away without looking back.

When she entered the shop, she immediately felt that it could really be described as "a sparrow, although it is small", and there were four round tables in the entrance area, three of which were full, except for one table in the corner, where sat a customer—a bald man with a gold necklace and shirtless tattoos.

Mom, this person can't be the underworld, right? Or is it the old boy? Sweetheart's thoughts instantly fluttered, and he didn't dare to move forward, for fear of being pulled to vent his anger.

However, there was really no place to sit except there, and she couldn't keep standing in the aisle to block people's paths, so after thinking about it, she had to step forward and sit down opposite the bald man.

The bald man looked up, his eyes were fierce, and his sweetheart's heart was beating like a drum, and he kept knocking.

The elderly waiter in the store handed over a menu, and the sweetheart struggled to read it, because it was all traditional characters, and she knew it, but when they were put together, she couldn't imagine what kind of food this food was, so it was extremely difficult to order.

"I want, uh - a fish fillet preserved egg porridge, a fried mein. She said in standard Mandarin.

The waiter's grandmother said Hong Kong dialect, and the sweetheart was confused, and she said "ah?" like a retarded person.

"**amp;*amp;@#*amp;*," the waitress grandmother said again.

Sweetheart was so broken that she couldn't understand half a word at all, what the hell was she talking about?

The waiter's grandmother pointed to the menu, and the sweetheart was half-inferred and half-blind - was it to let herself point to the order?

"I want this, and, this—" She had a hard epiphany.

The waiter wrote it down and immediately left neatly, and the sweetheart was so embarrassed that she sat in her seat honestly and didn't make a sound.

The bald man on the opposite side raised his head and glanced at Sweetheart, who sensed the malice from him with his spare eyes, so he took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it silently.

"Hey-" The bald brother suddenly spoke, and the voice was like a bell, and the sweetheart was startled.

“*@￥*amp;…… amp;......@#" said the bald man.

Sweetheart looked at him dumbfounded: "Huh?"

"*¥*amp;*amp;%*(@*amp;%*@¥......," the bald man said again.

Sweetheart still couldn't understand a word, so she had to laugh and say, "Ah, you said Shenma?"

"Damn!" The bald man suddenly scolded, this time the sweetheart finally understood, he scolded himself!

The bald man took out his wallet from his pants pocket, pulled out a wad of money, and slapped it in front of his sweetheart.

Sweetheart immediately waved her hand in a panic and explained: "You, you, you misunderstood! I, I'm just here for breakfast! I don't sell my body!".

(l~1`x*>+``+