He was in some pain and wanted to rub his chin with his hands, but it didn't feel right with any hand.

You said let go of the hand on your waist, what if the rumor didn't hug it. Use the hand holding the iron rod, and what to do with the rumors when you will fall.

The left and right hands are not, so I simply endure not touching them.

He gently put his chin on the top of Wen Yu's head, feeling that the person in his arms was soft, and the tip of his nose lingered with the unique fragrance of her, faint, like a quiet orchid.

The rumor's waist is thin, and it feels particularly small to hold her.

I wish time had stopped at this moment, and I wanted to hold her like this forever.

But good times are short-lived.

When she arrived at the station, Liang Zhao let go of the hand that was hooked around her waist and escorted her off the subway while staring at the boy.

Originally, the boy still wanted to make any moves, but he really didn't dare to do anything when he stared at him.

The two petal-like lips pursed, "Thank you." ”

Liang said with some playfulness, "How are you going to thank the rumor?" Or ......"

Before he could say the four words of making a personal promise, Wen Yu suddenly remembered the purpose of coming here, and grabbed his wrist to speed up his steps, "Please eat something delicious!" ”

“……”

Eat you or not.

I feel that the rumor tastes better.

Wen Yu led him forward step by step, looking at the surrounding flowers and buildings, he felt more and more familiar.

Isn't there a snack street outside C University in front?

Could it be that the rumor also graduated from C University?

"The rumor is also read C big?"

Wen Yu's tone was flat, "Too?" You're also C-big? ”

What a coincidence?

It turned out to be an alumnus.

But it's no wonder that I haven't seen it, Liang Zhao is one year higher than Wen Yu. When they were in school, the two of them were focused on studying, and it was not unusual for them not to hear of each other.

"Surely you've been to the big C snack street?"

The snack street is famous for being relatively large.

But Liang Zhao shook his head, "No." ”

Haven't been here?

"There are so many delicious foods in the snack street, you don't want to try them? What a big regret in life! Today, I'll help you make up for your regrets. ”

Took him to a stall of mutton skewers, "The boss has thirty skewers of mutton skewers." ”

Then sit down at the round table in front of the stall.

Wen Yu looked around at the food, and when he withdrew his eyes, he found that the dog was standing there motionless, his brown eyes staring straight at the small bench.

He must be clean, right?

Poof.

She pulled a tissue and wiped the bench for him, "Okay, it's clean." ”

Liang Zhao, "......"

He coughed awkwardly and sat down with all his discomfort. There is nowhere to put my long legs, and I feel that my vision has become much shorter.

And this little bench must have sat on a lot of people, if anyone put it on it...... It doesn't feel good just thinking about it.

Liang Zhao put his hands on his thighs, his back was straight, and his hands were uncomfortably closed.

Looking at him like this, Wen Yu held his face, "You haven't sat on this kind of small bench, right?" ”

"Uh......"

Liang Zhao, who was poked in the center, was slightly red.

Well, I just haven't sat on it when I look at the dog.

When the boss brought the grilled lamb skewers to the table, Wen Yu couldn't wait to pick up one and eat it.

"Well, it would be nice if there was another bottle of Coke."

She ate one bite after another, but found that none of the dog's things had moved.

Liang Zhao looked at the mutton skewers, greasy and greasy, and there were still points on it that I didn't understand, this ...... Can you really eat it?