Since she was a child, she has climbed the ladder of the mountain city, and it is common to climb a few mountains in the morning, and the blisters are not only endured when they are in pain, and they still carry a basket of mandarin oranges on their backs to be sold in the market. It's her livelihood!

But now the livelihood seems to be much easier, but the heels are a little red and swollen, and there are still gentlemen-looking people on the side who are cold and warm. But Yuan Anqi resisted from the bottom of her heart. She'd rather go back and carry that basket of mandarins!

"What are you doing with my shoes?" She pulled her shoes back from Liang Mosheng's hand with some annoyance. took off her shoes in public, the little girl was annoyed, and Liang Mosheng was even more at a loss.

Hateful! Where is the chic posture of the prodigal man on weekdays?

Sitting quietly for a while, the two of them were speechless, Yuan Anqi turned around and lay on the railing, the back of her hand against her chin to look at the blue water lake with a slight rippling water, a gust of spring breeze blew away her sideburns, and Liang Mosheng on the side looked a little distracted.

At this time, there was a vendor pushing a cart selling sour plum soup on the trail shouting, Liang Mosheng asked her to sit obediently and wait for him, and get up to buy a drink by herself.

Yuan Anqi didn't have half joy in his heart. She was a little demented and sat in the distance, in fact, her uncle's son was also very good to her, afraid that she would be tired, so she would divide half of the basket of mandarin oranges she carried to carry herself, but she couldn't love her, although he would justifiably marry himself as a wife, but she didn't want to carry a lifetime of mandarin oranges.

At the moment, this man, of course, will not let himself carry it, but she doesn't want to be a main room. She could almost predict her end, that is, after a while, the man got tired of her, so he tried to send her away, and in the process, she had successfully helped her aunt achieve her goal.

But what if you turn against yourself now, flee to any corner and hide? Singing the big drum under the overpass? Find an alley to hide and help people wash their shoes for a living? Go to Bada Hutong and hang up a good child and be a courtesan? Won't her three years be a waste?

Besides, she believed that no matter where she fled, her aunt would have the ability to get her back, sooner or later. If you want to get it back, you don't have the honor of buying sour plum soup for her at this moment!

If that's how it ends, why not enjoy it? Bitterly going in and out of high-end places, and going back to the female classmates bitterly, she is sure that most of these girls who can't go out to socialize are envious of themselves, and if they can't get it, they say it's sour! What if he was rejected in the end, Yuan Anqi was only fifteen years old!

"You're back!" Yuan Anqi looked at Liang Mosheng who was cautiously bringing back the sour plum juice with a smile.

In the short time that he came and went, the fifteen-year-old girl forced herself to accept reality under self-anesthesia, and she grabbed the silky cheongsam on her body fiercely. Her life will be filled with countless holes in her aunt's life, and she will have to fill them all with these gorgeous and delicate clothes and jewelry!

Liang Mosheng on the side, although there was some surprise that the girl's mood was changing, but since Yuan Anqi had already put on a smiling face, of course he was willing to continue to serve the little girl.

"What about you? Don't you order anything yourself? She asked Liang Mosheng, who had been looking at herself.

"I don't like to drink these. Except for whitewater. Liang Mosheng smiled slightly.

"You're a liar. You also like to drink, and my aunt told me that you always drink whiskey on the rocks. Yuan Anqi took a sip of the cold sour plum juice, squeezed his eyes and smiled. When her aunt came upstairs to her this morning, she briefly made up her homework - relying on the old thing that her aunt remembered about Liang Mosheng.

"Yes, I love whiskey." Liang Mosheng smiled a little miserably. This little girl is actually very simple, why can't she hold it? Are you still reluctant?

"I'm not drinking, let's go eat." Yuan Anqi put down the sour plum juice, got up and said. The moment she sat up suddenly, the hidden disease she thought had flare up again, and the bones and muscles in her buttocks seemed to be implicated in the heart, and a sharp soreness made her can't help but "sizzle".

"My feet still hurt?" Liang Mosheng looked at Yuan Anqi's little nose that was almost instantly wrinkled and asked, and stepped forward to hold her arm. Glancing up her foot, he saw a purple bruise under her knee. "Where did this come about?" As he spoke, a big hand was about to touch there.

Yuan Anqi "hula", lifted the leg like a deer jumping, and folded the calf back. She was upset this morning and stumbled when she went up the stairs, but she didn't think it was a big deal, so she didn't pay attention to it.

Liang Mosheng was stunned for a moment when he saw her raising her feet so vigilantly, and secretly felt ridiculous in his heart, he was ridiculous, and the little girl in front of him was ridiculous.

He is a rich and capable young brigade commander, and if he wants a woman or not, he has to choose a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl to take trouble and always guard against himself as if he were a thief.

Yuan Anqi saw that his face was not good, and slowly put his legs down, who knew that he suddenly let the tall man next to him hug him, she subconsciously exclaimed, but looking at the lively looks of the tourists around her, she was so ashamed that she buried her head and let Liang Mosheng hug her and walk away without saying a word.

Liang Mosheng re-checked the frightened deer in his arms, wanting both sides to change their positions to a more comfortable position. Yuan Anqi had to wrap her hands around his neck, and the spring sun in the near afternoon was shining a thick flush on her face.

After a while, Yuan Anqi wanted to ask, "Can you let me down?" But the words twisted around the tip of the tongue. No, people have worked hard to hold me all the way, and I still have a reason to dislike it. Her little face leaned against Liang Mosheng's chest, and she could hear his faster and faster heartbeat and rapid gasps.

"Are you tired? I'll go on my own. Yuan Anqi asked.

"Not tired. You're only a few pounds, and you'll pick it up as soon as you pick it up. Liang Mosheng wanted to say that he had a plump girlfriend in the past, and the flesh was heavy and thick on his body, especially on his chest......

Liang Mosheng couldn't help but look down at the well-behaved little girl in his arms, the cheongsam is a good thing, although the two places are not very big, they can also be highlighted.

Walking back to the car, the driver opened the door, and Liang Mosheng carefully put her on the seat first, and then got in again. Reaching out and touching the watch in his arms, he said, "It's almost twelve o'clock." ”

"It's so late." Yuan Anqi thought that the car usually picked her up early at this time, and she should be able to have lunch with Bai Shuming now.

"Are you from Sichuan?" Liang Mosheng started the car and asked her.

Yuan Anqi nodded.

"Why don't we go eat Sichuan food, I know a good Sichuan restaurant." Liang Mosheng's gaze lingered on her delicate side face for a few seconds.

"It's all good. In fact, I haven't eaten Sichuan food myself for a long time. In her impression, "Sichuan cuisine" is a bowl of brown rice with pickled radish, and she has to pick out the straw and gravel in the bowl while eating, and occasionally her aunt will make a bowl of bean curd when she is happy.

Regardless of Sichuan, Guangdong, and Chu, the poor do not need to have local characteristics to eat. If it really doesn't taste, you can also roll it and poke a chopstick chili sauce.

The car drove to the restaurant, Liang Mosheng was still about to take her down, and when pedestrians came and went on the street, she waved her hand again and again, and jumped down from the side of the car first. Liang Mosheng had to smile helplessly.

Liang Mosheng asked for a quiet box, ordered boiled fish, spicy chicken, mapo tofu, Dengying beef, and shredded duck with double peppers. “

Does Mr. Liang have any other guests? Yuan Anqi's eyes widened, she and Bai Shuming usually only ate three dishes and one soup when they ate together.

"There's no one else, just the two of us." Liang Mosheng smiled at her, and hurriedly stretched out his chopsticks to spread the dishes for her, and suddenly Yuan Anqi's small bowls were piled up slowly, and she had to eat them vigorously, what did Liang Mosheng say, she had vegetables stuffed in her mouth, and she had to nod frequently.

In the past two years, An Qi has had to admit that she can't pretend to be a lady in front of food. First, after she came to Beiping, her diet has been greatly improved, the dishes on the table are never heard of or seen, and the white rice does not have to bother to pick up the dregs, and she can be gouged up in a big gulp, and secondly, she is "swishing" and running up is also in urgent need of food supplements.

Liang Mosheng looked at her cute eating appearance one bite after another beside him, and felt extremely satisfied, and he also ate a few bites, his face was suddenly spicy and red, and he hurriedly asked for a cup of cold water to pour into his stomach.

After pouring it, it was much cooler, but he could still feel countless red little people jumping around with forks on his tongue, and it tickled his heart. "Girl, won't you eat these dishes very spicy?"

Yuan Anqi saw that Liang Mosheng's eyes were a little red, and she was a little funny in her heart, she shook her head: "Compared with the ordinary chili sauce made by my aunt, this is still far behind." To be honest, Mr. Liang, this Sichuan restaurant is not very authentic, I advise you not to come next time. ”

After saying it seriously, she found that she no longer had the disgust she had at the beginning, but she was not very happy, and she only felt calm in her heart.

"Really?" Liang Mosheng then ate a few pieces of boiled fish. This fish is not as spicy as other dishes, just full of red peppercorns, numb so that he has a feeling of being out of his body, and at the end of his lips seems to have oil spots jumping everywhere, he even drank a few glasses of cold water, gasped, and felt that the air was extremely spicy, almost suffocating.

Originally, his belly had been filled with several large cups of cold water, but seeing Yuan Anqi sitting there with a mouthful of breeze, Liang Mosheng couldn't help but pick up some dishes, until he felt like a fire was burning in his stomach, so he stopped chopsticks.

Yuan Anqi looked at it coldly, not distressed at all, and even a little gloating. "Spicy doesn't kill you!" She grinned inwardly.

Endured stomach pain to check out, Liang Mosheng stood at the counter, and suddenly a pair of plain hands slapped on his shoulder, his first reaction was when the girl was so lively, and when he turned his head, it turned out that the person who came was none other than his friend Tang Jiahe, who still called him "Xiaosheng".