Yan Xinling noticed that the man was looking at her, to be precise, looking at her takeaway bag.

She immediately looked back at him vigilantly, and tightened her hand into her arms: Just kidding, I don't have enough to eat myself.

Yan Xinling has been eating french fries when she is happy, and she wants to eat french fries when she is unhappy. It can be said that oil and potato food is indispensable in her life, and it is also a food that can comfort the soul.

Whenever she is unhappy, she sucks the fried taste, which will temporarily put aside all the troubles in her heart, and she will eat double portions when she is happy.

She swore she would have bought a double if it wasn't dinner time today.

Huo Jingyan saw the little woman's appearance of protecting food, and after glancing at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look ahead and continued to concentrate on driving: Well, Mrs. Huo is so cute.

Yan Xinling was blushing at her, and was a little embarrassed: What kind of eyes does this man have? What to laugh at? Is it a silent accusation of her eating alone?

After a battle between heaven and man in her heart, Yan Xinling saw that the car had just stopped in front of the lamp, she was very reluctant to pull out a piece of French fries and slowly handed it over, "Na." ”

This sharing action is not easy for Yan Xinling, a foodie! She has never been so generous to Xiao Yilan.

Huo Jingyan stared at the fries for three seconds, then took the little woman's hand, lowered his head and ate it, and his tongue deliberately skimmed her fingertips.

Yan Xinling felt a little wetness in her fingers, her fingertips were like an electric shock, she suddenly raised her head and glared at the man, and withdrew her hand.

It felt so weird, and you could see that the man's face was open, as if he had just lowered his head and eaten what she had fed, and had not done anything else.

Maybe he didn't mean to, she thought. It would hurt if she was going to find a tissue to wipe it off now. Anyway, she doesn't have a habit of cleanliness, forget it.

If Young Master Huo knew what the little woman was thinking at this moment, he would definitely laugh so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist: Fool, I just want to tease you. Who told you not to tell me what to be happy with.

Pleasant drive, downstairs to home.

Yan Xinling's little mouth hadn't finished eating the fries yet, and she was still stuffing them into her mouth.

After Huo Jingyan stopped the car, he went around to the rear trunk to get vegetables. When I came back, I saw that the little woman had opened her already big eyes wider, and her mouth stopped chewing.

Yan Xinling was thinking: Isn't it called a takeaway? So many dishes are making a fuss? Oops, I still think that I will eat too many fries and take out a little less. No wonder the man in the car just now looked at her like that.

Huo Jingyan walked over and rubbed her head with one free hand: "Is it that delicious?" "After enduring the drive, I finally touched my wife's head.

Seeing that the little woman came back to her senses, she nodded lightly: "Well, it's delicious." He looked at him with a stupid smile: "Let's cook at home at night?" After speaking, he lowered his head and licked the salt on his fingers.

Huo Jingyan forgot to react to this action for a while, looking at the picture of her licking her fingers, he felt like time had stopped. It seems that the mouth is a little dry, and the whole person is a little hot.

Yan Xinling saw that the man was frozen, walked closer, and waved her hand in front of him: "What's wrong?" ”

Huo Jingyan saw the little woman's pretty face enlarged in front of her eyes, her small mouth was shiny, pink and red, and the oil from the french fries. It's like a mouthful of heart-warming and delicious jelly inviting him.

He didn't answer the little woman's question, he bowed his head and kissed him. This time it wasn't dragonflies that nodded water, Yan Xinling felt the man biting her lip.

After about a minute, Yan Xinling gently pushed him away.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to reproach the man for still being on the street, I heard the man's hateful voice float in: "You just finished eating French fries and didn't wipe your mouth." ”