"So you're worried about this," Chen Ke couldn't hold back his laughter, and coughed twice before he said seriously: "Didn't I say that your Cheng An will be a civil servant at most in the future, and you still expect her to go out and charge into battle?" ”

"You know I didn't mean that."

"I know, I know," Chen Ke waved his hand exaggeratedly, signaling that he understood the deeper meaning, "Cheng Yu, don't tell me that you didn't think about taking this path when you were a child. ”

When he said this, his dark eyes seemed to glow, an emotion that Cheng Yu had never seen in his life.

Cheng Yu stared at the person in front of him in a daze, and suddenly realized that because he was too familiar with this person, he never cared about other details. It's like he was born knowing which path he's going to take.

The coffee in front of him didn't know why it became unusually bitter, he stared at An Yang's busy figure, and his tense lips spit out a question, "So you mean, let me follow her wishes?" ”

Receiving an affirmative answer, Cheng Yu lifted the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly.

No one understands his choice, just like no one will believe that if An Yang is really admitted to the police academy, she will not take the path of civilianism.

That dream had already told him what the future would be.

The hand that clutched the coffee cup curled up and tightened, and his eyes were cold at the sight of his own reflection on the glass.

He is obviously the best catcher, how can he lose his sense of proportion and hurry at a critical time.

His things can only be his......

Half an hour later, the exclamations of girls suddenly came from the door of the convenience store.

An Yang turned his head curiously, and happened to see Cheng Yu pushing the door in.

The light sprinkled softly on the tips of his slightly curled hair, and the black pearl-like eyes swept over with a smile.

Almost immediately, Anyang bowed her head in a stealthy manner, and the brim of the hat above her head cast a large shadow that obscured her face.

Fingers clutched at the edge of the table, and she heard her heart pound in horror, as if it was about to expose her immediately.

Holding his breath and waiting, the eyes did not mean to approach.

An Yang looked up cautiously, only to find that Cheng Yu had been walking slowly around the shelves, and his eyebrows and eyes occasionally crossed his expression, as if he had come to buy something.

It turned out that it wasn't she who was exposed.

An Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, and just poked his head to find Yu Yang to take over, but who knew that Cheng Yu turned around and walked straight in the direction where the counter was located.

"Checkout." Slender fingers casually tapped on the tabletop with a crisp sound.

An Yang pulled his hat vigorously and deliberately lowered his voice, "Sir, a total of twenty-five." ”

"Well," Cheng Yu's languid tone crossed a long soft note at the end, "Your voice sounds familiar." ”

An Yang's little face suddenly turned red, "Sir, you heard it wrong. ”

"Is it," Cheng Yu's hand pressed over the table, his body foully leaned forward, and the breath he spit out brought heat to Anyang's side face, "It looks a little familiar up close." ”

An Yang instinctively shrunk his body, and pushed the bowl of noodles in front of him with trembling fingers, "Sir, if you eat it now, I can help you soak it." ”

"Miss, do we really not know each other?" Cheng Yu deliberately lowered his voice, bringing sultry magnetism. The beautiful eyebrows were raised slightly, and he saw that An Yang's little face was getting redder and redder, and a shallow chuckle came out from the depths of his throat.

"Sir, please respect yourself."