Zhan Yao followed behind the two of them, and the young master held Miss Zhou with one hand and blocked her in front of her with the other, leaving a gap for her in this crowded crowd, so as not to bump into her by people coming and going.

When the two of them passed by, someone took out their mobile phones to take pictures, Zhan Yao was in the back of the aftermath, and he was miserable, why couldn't the appearance of the young master and Miss Zhou be low-key.

Can't you learn more about the eldest lady, you must have a mask, sunglasses and a hat when you go out.

These passers-by are just as crazy as seeing a star.

The nobility and coldness of the two of them seem to be incompatible with this food street.

Seeing that they stopped at a skewer place, Zhan Yao hurriedly followed, and when he saw the billboard of the skewers, his eyelids jumped, which was too strange.

"You were admitted to Peking University, he was admitted to Tsinghua University, and I grilled skewers."

Would the young master, who had been pampered since childhood, really eat these things?

Zhan Yao was stunned to see that the young master was caught off guard and fed another wave of dog food.

Yan Yijun looked down and saw the little villain eating the skewers slowly, the closed cherry lips made a seductive attraction, he didn't hold back, leaned over to kiss, and tasted the sweetness in her mouth, as well as the taste of barbecue.

Zhou Qiyin was still biting the flesh, and his eyes widened in the next second, Yan Yijun was going to kiss her in public?

"It's delicious." After Yan Yijun tasted it, he let go of the little villain.

The owners of the kebabs are already dumbfounded, and the young people are too good at playing now.

He'd better keep roasting.

Zhou Qiyin glanced at Yan Yijun, and stuffed all the barbecue meat to Yan Yijun in disgust and left angrily.

Yan Yijun wiped his lips with his hand, his eyes were full of interest, he had never eaten barbecue before, and when he tried it today, it was really delicious.

Zhan Yao continued to see them enter a dessert shop, and when he looked at this signboard from a distance, a century-old shop, he suddenly realized that it was a time-honored brand.

When Zhan Yao approached, he glanced at it and saw that there were small characters on the left and right sides of the four big characters of the signboard "Century-old Store", which together were: There are still 99 years before the century-old store.

"......" Zhan Yao said.

When they were almost strolling, the only thought left in Zhan Yao's mind was: Miss Zhou could really eat, and she could eat snacks for dinner.

"Young master, it's almost time, Jin Haozhi is out." Zhan Yao looked at the time and reminded.

Zhou Qiyin's ears were very pointed, and when he heard what they said, he looked back at Yan Yijun and looked at him with a good show, "I'm full of food, can I go to watch a good show?" ”

"I don't think the show is as good as you." After Yan Yijun finished speaking, she stroked her hair and smoothed it behind her ears.

Zhou Qiyin was silent, and at this time they came to the end, and there were only a few people left, and Zhan Yao had already gone to drive over.

The breeze blew lightly, blowing the hem of her long skirt slightly. The hair is also blown to the back of the head, the side face is extremely beautiful, and the three-dimensional facial features seem to be carefully carved by God.

Yan Yijun looked at the little villain with complicated eyes, he always felt that there was a wall in his heart with the little villain, separating them.

Sometimes rampant and arrogant, sometimes cold and seemingly unconcerned, including him.

Zhan Yao drove the car over, Yan Yijun left the back of his head just now, and now the little villain has slowly accepted him, and it is a good thing not to resist his closeness.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was a little silent, Zhan Yao saw through the rearview mirror that the young master in the back seat looked thoughtful, just when the young master raised his eyes, his eyes were indifferent, so frightened that he almost couldn't hold the steering wheel and turned to the side.

"Zhan Yao, are you a fart. Share. Itchy? ”