And when Yan Muye said those few words to him, he specially changed his voice.

"Damn, who are you, Lao Tzu has a meal here, why does it affect the appearance of the city? Something wrong with your brain,. ”

Nan Qizhan continued to eat the pancake fruit in his hand.

The corner of his eye inadvertently glanced to the side, and as a result, Nan Qizhan's hand trembled violently, and he almost didn't drop the pancake fruit in his hand directly.

"I'll repeat what I just said."

Yan Muye tapped the glass of the car with her fingertips.

She wore a particularly neat black jumpsuit jeans today, Nan Qizhan visually inspected the convenience of Yan Muye's clothes, and even thought of herself in her mind, and she might be beaten by Yan Muye at any time.

"The ......"

Nan Qizhan coughed twice.

"Grandma, why do you walk silently!"

"I thought it was someone early in the morning, but it turned out to be you."

"Well, did you have breakfast?"

"I have half a pancake fruit here, why don't you try it?"

"It's delicious, really, I don't lie to you."

Yan Muye glanced at the half pancake fruit that Nan Qizhan was holding in his hand, and his face was full of disgust.

"You've eaten half of this pancake, let me eat it?"

"Haven't you woken up today?"

"Also, repeat what I just said."

Nan Qizhan pretended to be stupid.

"What's the matter, people don't understand it too much."

Yan Muye bypassed the car and opened the co-pilot's door, then raised his eyelashes.

"Didn't get too clear? Why don't I make sure you understand a little bit? ”

…

On the road.

Nam Qizhan was driving on the side.

Yan Muye drank the cup of soy milk on the co-pilot.

"Stop in front of the Goubuli bun shop for a while, I haven't eaten yet."

"Do you want pancake fruit?"

"These pancakes are delicious."

"I said I want to eat steamed buns, don't you understand?"

Nan Qizhan seemed to have been murdered.

"Oh, okay."

After the car stopped, Yan Muye went directly into the Goubuli bun shop.

When she came out, she had several buns in her hand.

It doesn't seem to be eaten by one person, but by several people.

"What are you buying so many buns for?"

"Can't afford to spend it?"

Yan Muye picked a hot bun from the bag and tasted it.

Well, it's delicious.

"What's your business, drive your car properly."

Yan Muye didn't think about giving it to the people next to her at all.

Who made him scold himself early in the morning.

The smell of the buns is really fragrant, and Nan Qizhan was suffering from the destruction of his sense of smell while driving the car, and the light in the corner of his eyes skimmed to the co-pilot from time to time.

"You really don't want me to taste it?"

"Anyway, we're brothers too!"

"For you, I got up early today, you know! I let you eat pancakes and fruits, but you won't let me eat buns, I'm really sad, I can't love anymore. ”

Yan Muye pouted, and then took a bun and stuffed it into Nan Qizhan's mouth.

"Who said that brothers should share buns?"

"Shall I beat you up now?"

"Who told you to scold me!"

Nan Qizhan: "Mistaken... Misunderstand! ”

"A lot of things don't take so seriously."

"But I haven't eaten steamed buns for a long time, you see that you have bought so much, it is better to share with me!"

"I'll give the money."