Childhood? Zhang Lingying was stunned by his question, tilted her head and thought for a long time, but before she could answer, the waiter had already come up with the things they ordered.

Zhang Lingying took a sip of the Long Island iced tea in front of her, and her little face suddenly wrinkled.

"There is no wife in the wife's cake, and Long Island iced tea is not tea."

Leng Jian forgot that she was not familiar with this kind of place, so she even let her order a drink herself.

Now seeing her holding a cup of Long Island Iced Tea and doubting her life, she hurriedly changed her with her own cold beer, "You drink mine, my degree is lower, or I will order something else." ”

"But I've drunk this one."

Zhang Lingying was stimulated by the first sip, and after tasting it, she felt that the taste was not bad, and stared directly at the Long Island Iced Tea that was taken away by Leng Jian.

Leng Jian didn't mind turning the cup too much, avoiding the rim of the cup she had drunk, and took a sip as well.

Sure that his Long Island iced tea was robbed, Zhang Lingying could only resign herself to drinking cold beer.

At the same time, I also remembered the question Leng Jian asked just now, "I don't remember much about things when I was a child, most of them were after I was adopted by my father, and I basically don't remember what happened before I was adopted by my father, but my life in the welfare home should be the same." ”

Zhang Lingying has never shied away from her background.

After being adopted by Professor Zhang, she was doing well, and her father loved her very much and would teach her a lot of truths.

She never felt that she was an orphan, and she had lived in a welfare home since she was a child.

It's just that Leng Jian suddenly called her out and asked her this kind of question, which always made her feel indescribable......

"Don't remember at all?" Leng Jian picked up the wine glass in front of him and took another sip.

Obviously a very ordinary sentence, he seemed to ask a lot of pressure, and the hand holding the cup became hard, and his fingertips turned white.

Zhang Lingying thought about it carefully and replied: "It's not all, but I don't remember it clearly, some things, sometimes it feels like the past, sometimes it feels like a dream, and I can't tell the difference." ”

Leng Jian: "What's the matter?" ”

Zhang Lingying held her cheeks with her hands, blinked, and replied casually: "I always feel that I have a brother." ”

"Bang-"

The wine glass in Leng Jian's hand suddenly slid down on the table, the glass was not broken, but all the wine spilled out, converging into a stream of water, dripping down the edge of the table to the ground.

There was also a lot of splashing on Leng Jian's trouser legs, but he didn't react at all, just looked at Zhang Lingying blankly.

"Your pant leg is wet!"

Zhang Lingying saw him knock over the wine glass, and hurriedly raised his hand to call the waiter to come and clean up, grabbed the tissue box and handed it to him, "Wipe it quickly, otherwise your trouser legs will be wet for a while, and it will be very uncomfortable." ”

Leng Jian saw the tissue stretched out in front of him, his expression did not change, and he took the tissue and began to wipe the wine that had been splashed on him.

They sat in the corner by the window, and such a small movement did not attract much attention.

The waiter also quickly cleaned up the table, Leng Jian ordered a new cup of Long Island Iced Tea, and took the initiative to say to Zhang Lingying, "Sorry, I knocked over your Long Island Iced Tea." ”

Zhang Lingying was stunned, looked at him with some suspicion in his eyes, and raised the cold beer in his hand, "This is mine, you knocked over your own Long Island Iced Tea, you don't need to apologize to me." ”

Leng Jane: "......"

Leng Jian finally realized her gaffe and tried to stabilize herself.