"That's one of the reasons." The expression on Han Youchen's face was always faint, like a bottomless deep pool.

He leaned down and fastened his seat belt for Tanabata.

"What else is there to do?" Sweetheart looked at him in surprise.

Han Youchen fastened his seat belt, raised his eyes slightly, and Jun Pang was close to Qixi, "There is another reason...... Just so I miss you. ”

Qixi was stunned, and then a bright smile bloomed on his face, hugged Han Youchen's face, and kissed Han Youchen's thin lips with a sip, "Brother Youchen, I miss you so much~"

Feeling the little girl's response, Han Youchen hooked his lips slightly, and handsomely hit the steering wheel, "What do you want to eat?" ”

Qixi put his little hand on the corner of his lips and thought about it, and snapped his fingers, "I want to eat claypot rice~ I know that there is a food street that is open 24 hours a day, and the claypot rice there is super delicious~~"

Hearing this, Han Youchen frowned slightly, "Claypot rice? The street food is very unhygienic, and I know that there are a few western restaurants that are still open, so we went there. ”

"I'm going to eat claypot rice"

At two o'clock in the morning, the snack street is very lively, and the hawkers are endless.

There are a lot of young people gathered here, everyone is in a group of three or five, talking and laughing and eating supper.

Autumn is high and cool, and as soon as I look up on Qixi Festival, I see the stars in the sky.

Retracting his gaze, Qixi eyes locked tightly on Han Youchen, who was walking in front of him.

He's really tall, taller than everyone who passes by him.

He's really good, straight, straight, and he's a long-legged Oba.

Hmm, why is it just a back, Han Youchen's is also several copies better than ordinary people?

This man is so perfect that it makes people angry at God's injustice.

Qixi looked at his proud back, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose a little. She walked up quickly, side by side with Han Youchen, and hugged Han Youchen's arm with some flattery, and said coquettishly, "Brother Youchen, you are so good to me." ”

Han Youchen turned slightly, glancing at Qixi Festival, "If you have a bad stomach, you are not allowed to cry with me." ”

"I won't have a bad stomach." Tanabata stuck out his tongue, pointed to a stall in front of him, and said excitedly, "That's it." ”

As he spoke, Qixi broke free of Han Youchen's hand and ran over excitedly.

The boss who sold claypot rice greeted her warmly, "Coming?" ”

Qixi smiled and nodded, tilting his little head to look at the overcrowded stalls, "Business is good, it seems that there are no seats." ”

"Come on, come on, you sit here." The boss neatly cleaned up a small table in the corner.

There is no need to queue up, Qixi farts just sat up and stretched out two fingers, "Boss, two sausage claypot rice, hurry up." ”

"Okay." The boss happily agreed.

Han Youchen sat down on the opposite side of Qixi Festival, put the car keys on the table casually, and then frowned and glanced around, his thin lips closed one by one, "I don't eat." You order your own. ”

Han Youchen had just sat down, and it was as if his surroundings had been still for a few seconds.

Almost everyone's eyes looked at Han Youchen in unison.

Especially the girls in the room. The eyes are straight.

Facing the eyes of the people around him, Han Youchen's expression was always light, as calm as the sea, without setting off a trace of waves.

His eyes were always fixed on Qixi, and all the women except Qixi were all air in Han Youchen's eyes.

(End of chapter)