"Ahem......"

Before Song Slow could open his mouth to respond to Jiang Huai's complaints, Meng Fuqing leaned against the wall and coughed twice without skin and face.

"Mr. Jiang, you said it personally, let me accompany you to bring a drink to the little girl. Now that people see it, they don't want drinks? ”

Meng Fuqing angrily picked up the drink in his hand, his face full of dissatisfaction.

Jiang Huai touched his nose embarrassedly.

He seemed to have really forgotten the existence of Meng Fuqing.

However, the good thing was interrupted alive by Meng Fuqing, and Jiang Huai somehow felt that he had nowhere to say it inexplicably.

Because Meng Fuqing was indeed called by him.

He finally understood what it meant to dig a hole and jump by himself.

"Drinks?"

Seeing a large bag of good things in Meng Fuqing's hand, Song Chu felt that he could finally have a topic to divert the awkward atmosphere between her and Jiang Huai. He hurriedly stood up and thankfully took the bag.

"Slow down, the conditions at home are not that they can't support you."

Seeing Song slow and panicked, Jiang Huai thought that she was thirsty, and she smiled and spoiled, like an old father.

Song slowly rummaged through the bags carefully, and there were basically some cold drinks, as well as two boxes of fruit cuts. She was just about to touch the Coke, when she suddenly remembered that her hateful "relative" had come this morning, and with a turn of her hand, she touched the fruit cuts.

"Don't drink a drink? Don't have a favorite? Jiang Huai asked when he saw that she took the fruit.

"No, I'm just a little unwell today and can't drink." Song explained slowly.

"Is it okay to eat fruit and drink room temperature water? I asked Meng Fuqing to buy it. ”

"Jianghuai, am I your errand?" Hearing this, Meng Fuqing was even more unhappy.

"Let me accompany you to watch the little girl's military training at noon, and let me pay for a few bottles of drinks. Now that the little girl doesn't drink drinks, you even want me to buy mineral water again. With such a big sun, do you have a conscience? ”

It is estimated that the weather is too hot, the sun is too poisonous, and people are easy to be serious when they are in a hurry, Meng Fuqing's aggressive appearance really looks like a ...... in Song Slow's eyes Instructor.

"Who doesn't have a conscience? My sister asked you so many times, and you released her pigeons. Are you embarrassed to mention your conscience to me? ”

Jiang Huai was also riveted, unwilling to let him benefit at all.

However, Jiang Huai mentioned his sister, Jiang Cheng...... Know Meng Fuqing?

After thinking about it, Meng Fuqing's relationship with Jiang Huai is so good, it is estimated that Jiang Cheng knows him, and it is also natural.

Song Slow didn't think about anything else.

"Jianghuai, do you want to fight?"

Meng Fuqing's face was stinky, and he looked really angry. His skin is slightly darker than Jianghuai's, and he is stronger. If the two really fight, JAC may not necessarily have the upper hand.

Thinking of this, Song Slow's right eyelid jumped suddenly. She hurriedly took out a bottle of iced soda from the bag, unscrewed the lid, nodded and handed it to Meng Fuqing.

"Brother Meng, don't be angry, Brother Jiang Huai is like this, he is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. It's also very hot, and it's easy to get prickly heat when you're angry, so drink some drinks to reduce the fire. ”

Song slowly handed the drink to Meng Fuqing's hand flatteringly, wanting to ease the war of words between the two people.

But Meng Fuqing acted as if he hadn't heard it, and his dark eyes stared fiercely in the direction of Jianghuai. It is like a hungry wolf in a mountain village, staring at its prey, and in the next second, it can rush up and bite off Jiang Huai's neck and kill him with one blow.

Song was a little at a loss for a while.

Seeing that Meng Fuqing didn't give Song Slow face, Jiang Huai frowned, and scolded him again.

"Meng Fuqing, what are you dragging? When someone brings you a drink, won't you just take it? What's the deal with ignoring other people's kindness? ”

Jiang Huai got up quickly, walked to Song Slow, took the drink in her hand, forced it into Meng Fuqing's hand, and pulled her to sit down.

The whole process didn't give Meng Fuqing a look.

Song Chu had never seen Jiang Huai lose his temper, and he didn't dare to confirm whether it was a hot-blooded young man who was angry with him, or if it was just a joke between good friends.

After the battle of lips and tongues just now, Jiang Huai was warm. Sweat dripped down his forehead and fell to the ground, quickly evaporating.

Her fair cheeks were dyed pink, and she looked shy.

Song Slow took a bottle of Coke from his bag and handed it to him, changing the topic by the way, "You haven't said why you're here." ”

Looking at the bottle of Coke, the anger in Jiang Huai's heart was swept away. He turned his head, and his clear pupils were like two round gems, shining brightly, reflecting Song Slow's little face that was not stained with vulgar powder.

"I'm afraid that a child will be wronged, so I came to feed it."

Song Slow instantly had a fever at the root of his ear, turned his head and absentmindedly stuffed a grape into his mouth.

It's just that the more you chew this grape, the sweeter it becomes, and even the sweeter it becomes greasy?

Song slowly lowered his head and carefully checked the fruit box to see if there was any white sugar in it.

Jiang Huai smiled proudly, holding his chin lazily. Coke bubbles bubbled upwards with a light and violent cracking sound.

"Slowly, you haven't said how to repay me."

Song Slow was busy looking at the fruit, and blurted out without paying attention: "How about I send you to the West Heaven?" ”

"Slowly, you're so ruthless. Brother is afraid that you are hot, afraid that you are thirsty, so you treat your brother like this? The ancients were right, it was indeed the most poisonous woman's heart. ”

Jiang Huai said, pretending to be aggrieved and wiping the corners of his eyes. The slender fingers tapped twice on the can of Coke, and finally raised his head and drank it clean.

That look of lost soul really looks like a white-faced scholar who has been extremely injured, lost his love, and has a poor career.

Song slowly casually put a piece of cantaloupe into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and tasted it.

When the sweetness in her mouth dissipated, she said lazily, "You are wrong, it is non-toxic and not husband." ”

"Oh?" Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something. The two peach blossom eyes are round, like an elk in the mountains that do not know the world, but they are docile.

He lowered his eyes, his curly eyelashes swept over his lower eyelashes, and his blood-red lips pursed indifferently. He threw a glance in Meng Fuqing's direction, Meng Fuqing immediately understood what he meant, gave him a roll of his eyes, turned around and left without looking back.

"Slowly."

Seeing Meng Fuqing's figure disappear not far away, he put the Coke bottle aside and held his cheek with one hand in contemplation.

"Non-toxic husband?"

Song Chu didn't understand what he meant by repeating this sentence, and looked at him blankly, "That's right." ”

Jiang Huai immediately showed a frightened look.

He clasped his hands to his chest and smiled in his eyes. The tail of the eyes is like a swallow on the beam in March, evoking an intoxicating arc. There is a lot of the ancient gentleman's unbridled and unrestrained romantic posture.

The beauty is picturesque, but this is the scene.

Song Slow held his breath uncontrollably.

"Slowly" means...... Want me to be a little daughter-in-law? ”