At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Jing drove to the largest shopping mall in the city, pushed the door and went in to see two cups of milk tea in front of Qin Chuan's table, leisurely swiping his mobile phone.

White shirt, jeans, crisp and handsome, wearing glasses looks like a college student.

She walked over and looked at the cup of peach milk tea: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Take a sip, it's cold and sweet.

Qin Chuan: "Japanese food." ”

Xu Jing suddenly exaggerated: "Lion."

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