"It's a good hot pot," Feng Jin said in a low voice, "Don't stare at it, you know?" ”

Feng Youling pursed her lips and withdrew her gaze, losing all her appetite.

Although Feng Jin didn't say anything, looking at the actions of Fu Tingyuan and Luo Nanchu, as well as the behavior of the two of them naturally sitting together, he knew that they had a great relationship.

He may have made an oolong.

There was something wrong with him in his heart.

He even had a faint illusion that he personally sent Luo Nanchu to Fu Tingyuan.

This delusion made him even more depressed.

Fu Tingyuan doesn't like to eat this kind of stuff that people are burning in a pot, and he is usually a little clean.

Today, I don't have the slightest appetite.

He scalded the meat for Luo Nanchu, and his hands were so shaky that he couldn't hold the chopsticks.

While handing her food, the chopsticks fell from his hand.

Luo Nan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, bent down to pick it up, and handed him a new one.

Fu Tingyuan took it again, and then scalded the dumplings for her.

When he handed her the dumplings, a pair of chopsticks fell from his fingers again.

At this time, even Feng Jin could see that something was wrong with him, the man raised his head from the opposite side and glanced at Fu Tingyuan's expression, the other party looked the same as usual, and there was no special reaction.

However, as his closest friend in recent years, it would be strange if Fu Tingyuan could really be as calm as he behaved.

He was a little emotionally unstable, not to mention Fu Tingyuan.

After a while, Fu Tingyuan stood up from his position and said in a low voice, "Go to the bathroom." ”

He got up and walked out.

Luo Nanchu lowered his eyes, lowered his head and silently ate the hot dish that Fu Tingyuan gave her for a while, then put down his chopsticks and walked out.

Outside the hot pot restaurant is the corridor, where people come and go.

It's noon, it's a weekend, and there are a lot of students coming and going, and it's very lively.

The man leaned against the wall outside the hot pot restaurant, his head bowed, and a cigarette in his hand.

Luo Nanchu stood not far away and looked at him for a while, then sighed silently, walked over and stood in front of him, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his waist, and gently buried his face in his chest.

The sound of his steady heartbeat jumped into her ears one by one, and Luo Nanchu slowly hugged him tightly, letting his body temperature fill her slightly cool body.

The voice was noisy, and the only thing she could hear was his heartbeat, just like she remembered, familiar and ironing.

Fu Tingyuan let Luo Nanchu hug him for a while, then raised his hand and gently hooked her chin.

He looked down at her face.

For three years, she was no different from what she remembered, familiar and even like a dream.

He had dreamed of this face so many times that he couldn't tell the line between fantasy and reality.

He lowered his head slightly, and his lips fell on Luo Nanchu's lips.

A very small kiss.

Luo Nanchu smiled, she reached out and hooked Fu Tingyuan's neck, pulled his face down, and put it on her lips.

On the aisle where people came and went, Luo Nanchu hugged Fu Tingyuan and gave him a kiss that he had been away from for a long time.

She opened her mouth and took the initiative to let the tip of his tongue invade, letting him lick every corner of her mouth, his familiar way of kissing made her want to laugh a little, this person became cold, but in the matter of kissing, he was still possessive.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his arms to kiss her chin, and the man looked down at her in silence.