Fifteen minutes later, Lu Xingheng turned back and the car stopped on the side of the road.

It was late at night, the stars were gone, and a few wisps of smoke were wafting out of the car window.

At this time, he didn't know whether to go up or not, and the little girl obviously saw the attitude of not reasoning with him, and was faintly frustrated.

The mobile phone still has three percent of the battery, knowing that she doesn't want to see him now, rather than being hated by her, it is better to find a chance that the two of them can be calm and face to face.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the message was edited.

[Liang Luo, do you still count the hot pot you said before? 】

The night was as cold as water, and after sending this message, it didn't leave for a long time, and the cigarettes burned one after another on the fingertips.

I don't know how long it took, but with a bang, the phone automatically turned off.

An Mutian appeared in Yanjing today, was it her own idea, or was someone instructed?

The back of the chair was lowered, and he leaned back tiredly, looked at the lights of the apartment building going out one by one, gathered his coat, and closed his eyes.

Early in the morning, the apartment -

A bright light shone through the gap in the curtains on the bed, and the figure in the thin quilt arched together, revealing only the scattered hair.

It was the little hand that was as white as jade again, touched the head of the bed, and brought the cold and hard mobile phone into the quilt.

After two minutes, Liang Luo lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed, and his bright little face snorted helplessly.

This dog man actually remembers one of her meals.

Hot pot, right?

Just let you eat enough!

Viciously typed a few words on the phone: [When are you free?] 】

Bentley on the side of the road stopped for the night, and when the first rays of light hit the car, Lu Xingheng woke up.

The road, which had been silent all night, began to come alive.

The man pinched his sore neck, looked out the window at the apartment building, and drove away.

When approaching his villa, he passed by a garbage truck that was cleaning up garbage, frowned, took off his lipstick-dyed shirt, and came to a beautiful three-point shot.

The villa was deserted, Lu Xingheng returned to the room and plugged in the mobile phone, and there was already a reply from the little girl inside after turning it on.

Liang Luo: [When are you free?] 】

He knew that with her temperament of not liking favors, she would definitely not refuse, even if it was an opportunity he asked.

In the past, the two were boyfriend and girlfriend, but now that they are nothing, she will definitely be very clear.

Lu Xingheng: [Are you free at noon today?] 】

The man, who didn't receive a reply for several minutes, simply put down his phone and took a shower.

...

At noon, the two made an appointment at an authentic Sichuan hot pot restaurant.

The two of them have a tacit understanding and don't dress up much, their hair is clean and clean, and their clothes are casual and relaxed.

There is a sense of sunshine and beauty of the little couple.

Liang Luo: "Boss, the last perverted and spicy pot bottom!" ”

"Okay!"

The man sitting opposite heard the word perverted and spicy, and his heart and liver trembled.

Well, who made him upset her yesterday?

When a pot of vegetables was cooked, the little girl looked at him with a smile, as if to say, eat, you eat!

Lu Xingheng was pressed by her gaze, and finally grabbed a ball.

The movements were slow and shaky, and Liang Luo almost burst out laughing.

"Don't put water in the water!"

"Yes."

The man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes shadowed under the lower eyelid cover, and he took a small bite of the skin of the balls with his breath.

"Ahem, ahem... Ahem..."

Almost instantly, tears glistened in the man's clear eyes.

It's said that men don't flick when they have tears.,You might eat a perverted spicy try.。。

Not to mention that he, a person who doesn't usually eat spicy food, even she is used to eating spicy pots, and she has lingering palpitations about this kind of perverted spicy.