In the pick-up hall of J City, Xu Zhiheng saw Milo pulling a rose-colored suitcase and wearing a camisole and hot pants at a glance, and suddenly there was a nameless fire, helping her review her luggage for a long time, why she still didn't understand, she was still dressed so coolly, who was trying to lead to a crime.

Milo didn't know Xu Zhiheng's mental activity at the moment, and saw that he naturally handed over the suitcase to him, a little coquettish, and a little jokingly: "I don't bring a bouquet of flowers to pick up the airport, it's insincere." ”

Xu Zhiheng originally wanted to criticize Milo's unknown clothes, but after seeing that Fei Yifan walked out with her, he suddenly changed his mind, put his big hand on Milo's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Stir-fry waist flowers, okay?" ”

Milo's eyes sparkled like stars, "Did you cook it yourself?" ”

Xu Zhiheng rarely knows how to cook, but his cooking skills are too good to say.

"Of course."

"Then it's better to have another crystal elbow flower, garlic broccoli, and as for dessert, it's landscape tofu flower!" Milo happily ordered.

Fei Yifan walked behind with his luggage, looking at Milo and Xu Zhiheng talking and laughing, and suddenly felt that the two of them were really flattering, and the eyes that occasionally turned their heads sideways and exchanged words with each other, even the curvature of the corners of their mouths were the same.

When he walked to the exit of the hall, Xu Zhiheng looked back as if he had just remembered such a person as Fei Yifan, and said, "Mr. Fei, where are you going?" Why don't I send it to you! ”

"Yes, Yifan, come with us!" Milo chimed in.

Xu Zhiheng heard Milo's "Yifan", his eyebrows were almost imperceptibly raised, but the smile on his face was still bright.

"No, the airport bus is very convenient." Fei Yifan declined.

Xu Zhiheng smiled meaninglessly, but did not insist.

As soon as Mi Luo got into the car, before the seat belt was fastened, Xu Zhiheng couldn't help but say: "Mi Xiaoluo, what are you wearing!" Isn't the clothes you brought with you good, but you come back with such a suit. ”

"Isn't it good? I think it's pretty good. ”

"You're 28, not 18."

"Yifan said I looked good." Milo was not convinced.

It's okay not to mention Fei Yifan, but as soon as he mentions it, Xu Zhiheng is very angry. Yifan, Yifan's name is quite close. It's only been a few days out, damn it.

Milo will call it like this, completely because of Fei Yifan's strong request in the past few days, at first Milo resisted, but the two of them walked around the streets and alleys looking for food, and gradually became more familiar than the superiors and subordinates, and sat in the street shop eating local snacks. After coming and going, they changed their names.

"What does an uncle know?"

"People are no better than a few years older!"

Xu Zhiheng's fire was about to be suppressed, "Mi Xiaoluo, do you have a crush on Fei Yifan?" That kind of old bacon, can you eat it? ”

"You don't have to lose your mouth so much, I think Fei Yifan is very good, mature, steady, and good-looking. And you know, he's so knowledgeable, he's like an encyclopedia, he's amazing! ”

Xu Zhiheng's heart suddenly panicked, his hand holding the steering wheel tightly, and his bones glowed with blue-white light, "Listen to this, do you really like it?" ”

Just waiting for a few seconds for Milo's answer, Xu Zhiheng felt that it was hundreds of centuries.

Until Milo said, "No." ”

Xu Zhiheng's hanging heart finally let go.

"If you don't like it, don't do those things that are easy to misunderstand, do you still want to keep him as a spare tire?"

Milo threw a big eye at Xu Zhiheng, "I don't even have a positive tire, is there any use for keeping a spare tire?" It's too annoying to fall in love, I gave up, a Wei Ran, the lesson is deep enough. ”

Xu Zhiheng suddenly didn't know what to say, he didn't understand why he was so disgusted by Fei Yifan's approach to Milo, but when he heard Milo say that he wanted to give up love, he was also uncomfortable. He didn't know what he wanted, he had always been a person with a clear goal, but for Milo, he couldn't see his own heart clearly.

"Let you help me find a way to deal with Wei Ran's two sons, how did you do this?"

At this moment, Milo's mind had jumped to Wei Ran, where did he know the hundred turns and thousands of turns in Xu Zhiheng's heart.

"There's already an eyebrow, but you have to do it yourself, and I can't help it."

Milo turned to the side, his eyes shining, "Tell me about the specific battle plan." ”