Li Beitian wears a pair of black gloves on his hands, and his thin lips are lightly opened without revealing his authority, giving people a feeling that is not easy to get close to and should not be underestimated.

Whether it is looks, height, or momentum, Tie Zhu knows that he is not as good as Li Bei, and he was simply killed in seconds.

His face was a little embarrassed, but he leaned north and was personable, if he put on his face, it would seem that he had no grace.

Li Beitian let go of Tie Zhu's hand, and his eyes turned cold.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, it's not early, I'll take the two children home first, and we'll talk another day."

Tie Zhu thinks that the cement factory business is very good in the town, and he is a small boss.

But the man in front of him made him see what it means to be born noble.

His momentum wilted all at once.

Li Beitian no longer looked at him, turned around and already hugged Su Manman's waist, and his other big palm held Huanhuan's little hand, while Su Manman held Xibao's little hand.

Two big and two small, big hands holding small hands, walking together on the way home.

The backs of the four people, under the dense orange light, cast a harmonious four lights and shadows.

From a distance, their figures look like conjoined babies, walking slowly along the green belt.

In the endless and mysterious night, they had a dome full of stars and moons above their heads, and the stars connected the distant mountains like waterfalls.

Tie Zhu looked very unpleasant, and only after a long time did he withdraw his eyes, shook his head, and turned away dejectedly.

……

The park is not far from my aunt's house, two minutes away.

Qiu Rong cooked white fungus soup and waited for the two little dolls, and when she saw them coming back, she beckoned: "Xibao, Huanhuan, come and boil the white fungus soup with your aunt." ”

Smelling a sweet fragrance from a distance, Xibao and Huanhuan were so happy that they lost Su Manman and Li Bei's hands, and ran to drink white fungus soup.

Su Manman's favorite drink when he was a child was also the white fungus soup boiled by his aunt.

Now that I can drink it again, I am naturally happy.

She let go of the big palm of the quilt and stepped up the stairs, but he grabbed her.

"Where?" He asked, his voice a little muffled and displeased.

She raised her eyebrows: "Go drink white fungus soup." ”

"Wait a minute, let's talk first."

"What are you talking about?"

Su Manman vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this man's face.

Li Beitian squinted a pair of black eyes, and lowered his voice gloomily: "Let's talk about your elementary school classmate." ”

Su Man was stunned, and after reacting, he asked, "Why do you want to talk about him?" ”

"Why can't you talk about him?"

He looked at her and asked nonchalantly.

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"Yes."

Su Manman stood still, looked at him, and explained calmly: "He was my classmate in elementary school, he liked me when he was a child, and he chased me in high school. Probably because of this incident, he was sad for a long time, and he has been haunted by it, so when he saw me just now, he talked to me for a while. I just treated him as an elementary school classmate, and nothing else happened. ”

Li Beitian listened quietly, and when she was finished, he raised his right hand and gently pinched her chin.

Surrounded by the sound of frogs, drums and cicadas, Su Manman met his unfathomable eyes, and his eyes were clear and quiet.

"That's it?" Li Bei's voice was close to her ears, low and clear, and very presence.

"Otherwise, what else do you want?"

She pouted and said angrily.