"So you're so fanatical about my feelings?" Wen Jiming looked at Su Qingjia with a smile, "I've even begun to fantasize about having an intimate relationship with me." ”

"You misunderstood......" This is completely Ye Lanwei's personal baseless malicious speculation.

"You don't have to explain. Wen Jiming had a tone of "I know everything", "Even your closest girlfriend can detect your thoughts, what else do you have to quibble." ”

Su Qingjia never knew that a person could be shameless and narcissistic to such an extent, hurting people invisibly with one mouth, and could simply say that black is white.

She puffed out a breath of depression, trying to suppress the hatred in her heart that she couldn't slap Wen Jiming to death.

Wen Jiming thought she looked quite cute, and patted her head with a smile, "Let's go, where are we going?"

His attitude of turning big things into small things and not worrying about anything made Su Qingjia feel a little unhappy, why, I am angry and depressed alone, and as a result, you will change the topic in three or two sentences.

Su Qingjia tightened her hand holding the phone, puffing up.

Wen Jiming asked her, "Are you angry?"

Su Qingjia snorted, "Yes, I'm angry." "You can finally see it, it's amazing.

"It's fine. Wen Jiming said, "Anyway, you won't be angry after a while." ”

Su Qingjia: "...... "To tell the truth, if you say this again, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to repent when the corpse is exposed in the wilderness one day."

Wen Jiming chuckled, "So you can't go yet?"

Su Qingjia wanted to go, but Ye Lanwei didn't seem to want to tell her, so call her aunt, she didn't dare to take this risk, for fear that her aunt would have a whim, and she would think of some crooked idea to match her with Wen Jiming.

However, if she really wanted to be alone with Wen Jiming all afternoon, she was afraid that she couldn't help but really fight with him in the middle.

The two of them walked while talking, and they had already arrived at the garage downstairs of Wen Jiming, he took out the car keys, didn't move, and asked Su Qingjia if he had thought about where he was going.

Su Qingjia shook his head, "Why don't you just go home, I'll go to school by myself......"

Halfway through the words, she shut up, because she could see the evil anger in Wen Jiming's eyes.

"Or ...... Shall we go outside?"

Wen Jiming opened the co-pilot's door for Su Qingjia, "Where are you going?"

"Isn't this supposed to be you as a man?"

Wen Jiming turned her head and looked at Su Qingjia silently when she heard this, just when she thought she had said something wrong and wanted to change it, Wen Jiming nodded, "Indeed, although you are in unrequited love alone, if two people are dating, it is still the man who arranges the itinerary." ”

Su Qingjia: "......" thinking too much is a disease, and it has to be cured.

"Well, I remember that there has been an event in Hongmen Park on Hongshan Road in the past two days. Wen Jiming started the car and turned his head to look at Su Qingjia, "Why don't we go there?"

Su Qingjia looked at Shang Wen Jiming's serious gaze, and the rejection that came to his lips involuntarily swallowed back, and nodded again.

The event in Red Gate Park has been going on for two days, and Su Qingjia has also heard that it is an event about promoting, inheriting and protecting traditional culture and folk art.

Standing in the promenade at the entrance of the park, there are one after another stalls, behind which most of the older generations are over 50 years old, and some exquisite handicrafts are still in their hands.

Su Qingjia didn't have much interest at first, but after seeing the dazzling handicrafts on those stalls, he became excited, and dragged Wen Jiming to stop and walk in front of the stall.

The two of them stopped in front of a stall fiddling with dough sculptures, and there were several people on the stall who had already made noodles, including graceful beauties with flowing dresses, and innocent children with drooping hair. Behind the stall, an old man who looked to be in his sixties was still holding one in his hand, and Su Qingjia looked at the silhouette of the noodle man carefully, feeling a bit like Guan Gong who was playing with a big knife.

Su Qingjia was interested, standing in front of the stall and waiting to see who the noodle man would be after the molding. Wen Jiming stood behind Su Qingjia, tall and thin, with an elegant temperament.

Both of them are the kind of people who are outstanding in appearance and temperament, and they attract a lot of attention after stopping in front of the stall for a while. The old man who kneaded the dough was still very serious at first and continued the dough sculpture in his hand, but after a while, he was shouted by the people around him that someone was looking for him.

Only then did the old man look up and see a pair of golden boys and girls in front of him.

The old man smiled and asked them if they wanted to pinch the dough or if they were interested in this and wanted to ask something.

Su Qingjia lightly touched the skirt of the face sculpture beauty with her fingers, and after touching it, she felt that it was inappropriate, and said embarrassedly: "Can you touch it?"

"It's okay, it's okay. The old man was very talkative, and he was smiling all the time, "It's okay to touch it gently." ”

The more Su Qingjia looked at it, the more interesting he felt, "Master, can you pinch one for me?"

"Okay. The old man took out his tools, "What do you want to pinch?"

"Are you a little couple in the park?" the old man thought to himself, "Why don't I pinch you two, do you have a picture?"

Su Qingjia didn't know that this was the first time that the two of them were considered to be a couple, to be honest, her heart was numb, she just wanted to clarify, and then asked the master to just pinch a face like herself according to her.

Wen Jiming spoke one step ahead of her: "There are no photos, master, you just look at people and pinch them casually." ”

"Eh?" Su Qingjia looked back at Wen Jiming, and before he could catch a glimpse of someone, he was held down by a big hand on the top of his head, and he couldn't move.

Wen Jiming lowered his head and asked her, "Do you have a photo?"

There was a warm breath in her ear that gently sprayed on her earlobe, and Su Qingjia's heart was also burned by this breath, and she thought in a daze, she only had a photo of herself, and there was no Wen Jiming, so she shook her head.

As for clarifying the relationship, I forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

The old man said okay, he could pinch it, and then he lowered his head to fiddle with the dough sculpture, and from time to time he raised his head to look at the two of them, Su Qingjia didn't know if he was so close to Wen Jiming, or he was embarrassed by the old man, his face was a little hot, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to move.

The old man's movements were unhurried, but he was very skillful and serious, and he completed the dough molding of two people in less than half an hour.

Hand the two dough figures to Su Qingjia, "Look at it, is this okay?"

Su Qingjia took the dough sculpture and looked at it carefully several times, the more she looked at it, the more she felt it, and she didn't feel it anymore, but when she looked at Wen Jiming, she grasped the details and characteristics of both her appearance and demeanor very accurately.

"It's good, that's it, thank you, master. ”

When Su Qingjia was about to pay the bill, he realized that he was carrying a wallet, "Master...... Can you use Alipay?"