Even though it was August, the sunniest month of the year, it was still dark early. www.biquge.info Han Zhun couldn't help but think silently while looking up at the sky: I wonder if Zhao Shuangwei at this moment will be looking at the same night sky as him? If a person can really turn into a star after death, then he will definitely become the biggest and brightest one.

He sighed and looked down at his watch, half an hour before the agreed dinner time. Han Zhun thought for a while, but still chose to go indoors and sit and wait for her.

"Hello, I have an appointment, surnamed Han, seven o'clock, two." Han Zhun opened the door of the restaurant, and couldn't help but lower the brim of his hat, for fear of being recognized.

"Okay, please come with me." Obviously, the waiter didn't notice that the customer in front of her was a hot little fresh meat, and she walked in front with her head held high to lead the way, and her thin mid-heeled shoes "clicked" on the floor.

Soon, she led Han Zhun to the card seat by the window, Han Zhun frowned slightly, and hesitated: "That...... Is there any other location? Is it okay not to have a window? ”

"Sorry, we're all booked for tonight." The waiter explained with a smile that she had a good attitude, and Han Zhun was naturally embarrassed to insist on it, so he had to sit down in his seat. He lowered his head, lit a bottle of soda, and pressed his hat even lower.

When there were still ten minutes before the agreed time, Zhao Shuangwei arrived. She is wearing a plain white crewneck T-shirt today, with a red high-waisted short skirt, a pair of simple white sneakers on her feet, and her hair is still tied into a high ponytail, looking youthful and energetic. Maybe it was because the color of her skirt was too bright, Han Zhun saw her at a glance.

The waiter led Zhao Shuangwei to the table, and after serving the two of them the menu, he retreated.

Zhao Shuangwei looked at Han Zhun shrinking his hands and feet, and couldn't help laughing: "Male god, I can't even see your face when you look like this." ”

Han Zhun smiled helplessly, and only said, "Your dress today is very beautiful, do you see you wearing it so brightly." ”

Zhao Shuang, who was praised, lowered her head slightly embarrassed, but soon, she raised her face again and said with a smile: "I'm okay now, just now...... Sort of, well, you get the idea. ”

"I know that feeling, it comes and goes quickly, anyway, I don't have anything to do tonight, I should have a meal with you, you don't have to be nervous." Of course, Han Zhun knew that he would also be in desperate need of someone to accompany him at a certain moment, when the wound in his heart was suddenly stabbed.

Zhao Shuangwei had already begun to study the menu seriously, and Han Zhun glanced at her, bowing his head and drinking water. After studying the thick menu, she chose the set menu for two on the page recommended by the chef.

First up was the pre-dinner bread, which was packed with five or six delicate buns with sea salt butter, unsalted butter, and a special diced tomato cheese sauce. Zhao Shuangwei chose the softest-looking cheese bun and smeared it with thick sea salt butter on top, while Han Jian picked a small oatmeal bread and watched her elated while eating it.

This is the girl Li Zhijun likes, he muttered alone in his heart, as if he knew a little more about him.

"It's delicious." Zhao Shuang raised her head slightly, her eyes curved into a small moon. Han Zhun smiled and handed her a tissue, she took it and thanked her, wiping her mouth shyly. Zhao Shuang looked out the window casually, only to feel that there was a commotion outside, and a group of people were rushing in the direction of the restaurant. She couldn't help but pout, and said, "It's messy." ”

Han Zhun followed her gaze and looked out of the window, it didn't matter if she didn't look at it, she was really shocked when she saw it. The few people outside the window, Zhao Shuangwei didn't know it, but Han Zhun recognized it at a glance, those were paparazzi. As soon as he looked up, his face was exposed, and one of the paparazzi reached out in his direction, and the expression on his face was visibly excited.

"Not good." Han Zhun didn't have time to think, so he quickly stood up and wanted to pull Zhao Shuangwei, who was sitting opposite him.

"Huh? What's wrong? Zhao Shuangwei, who hadn't figured out what was going on, was pulled up like this, and Han Zhun didn't have time to explain, just grabbed her wrist and hurriedly trotted in the direction of the restaurant. At this moment, the paparazzi had already rushed into the restaurant, and they didn't care about raising their cameras to take a burst of random shots, and the crowd in the restaurant began to panic amid the exclamation of the waiter "Sir, what are you going to do".

Han Zhun glanced back, wanting to confirm how far he was from them, and in just a second, Zhao Shuangwei's pace slowed down. So he simply put his hand on her shoulder, escorted her through the crowd of tables and chairs, and directly pushed open the door that said "Do not enter".

A burst of heat rushed in front of the door, and inside the door, several chefs wearing tall chef hats were making desserts or fried steaks, and the apprentices next to them were even more busy running around. Seeing Zhao Shuangwei and Han Zhun who suddenly broke in, everyone was obviously shocked, and they didn't know what was going on.

"Right...... I'm sorry. Is there a back door here? Han Zhun hurriedly apologized, with a sincere face.

Soon, an elementary school apprentice who was washing vegetables recognized him: "You are ...... Han Zhun? ”

Han Zhun didn't have time to explain, just said, "I'm sorry, can we get out through the back door?" Can I personally deliver the meal later? ”

The junior apprentice Muna nodded and gestured to the left: "The door to the emergency exit can be opened." ”

Han Zhun thanked him, pressed his hat again, and left with Zhao Shuangwei in his arms.

The back door was not facing the main road, and as soon as he went out, it was a quiet path where even the street lights were not too bright, Han Zhun looked around and made sure that there was no one, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the hand on Zhao Shuangwei's shoulder. The two walked to another road, Zhao Shuangwei stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, Han Zhun lowered his head and followed her into the car without saying a word.

Almost without hesitation, she reported the address of Li Zhijun's house.

"Those...... Be......? Zhao Shuangwei asked cautiously.

"Hmm." Han Zhun gave an affirmative answer.

Zhao Shuangwei looked at Han Zhun and didn't dare to ask, is this the life he has to face every day? The brim of his hat had been pressed very low, and Zhao Shuangwei couldn't see his eyes at all, nor could he see his expression clearly. But even so, Han Zhun was still very insecure, and he kept adjusting the position of his hat, for fear that if he showed a little more of his face, he would be discovered again.

He is like a small nightshade, destined to grow only in the dark. (To be continued.) )