Rebirth of a giant: President Bingshan's favorite school flower

Su Xiaomo looked at Yan Teng in a strange way, as if he couldn't figure him out, and suddenly felt that he had some kind of scheme.

For a person like him, who has been in the mall for so many years, I have to say that he must be extremely scheming.

Who knows if this is a sugar-coated cannonball, give her a candy first, and only find out at the end that it is a premeditated bomb.

But there is nothing about her that he can be interested in. He has already planned to get rid of her. To him, she should be of little use value.

Yan Teng had already walked a long way, but he didn't see the figure beside him, so he stopped and turned his head.

Sure enough, Su Xiaomo was advancing at the speed of a tortoise again.

He has used his patience to the extreme today to be able to bear it until now.

It may be that the scenery in front of him is too beautiful, or there is always something wonderful in his heart, so no matter how much Su Xiaomo challenges his bottom line, he will never get angry.

In the ice and snow, people who passed by here couldn't help but stop and look at the beautiful picture in front of them.

The boy is handsome and handsome, with a bit of noble air.

But his eyes were fiery looking at the girl walking not far away, as if there was no one else around, as if in this world, he only had that figure in his eyes.

The girl had a delicate and handsome face, like a child's. From time to time, she raised her foot and kicked the snowdrift in front of her, with a happy smile on her face.

Such a picture, as if it came out of a novel, is so beautiful that people can't bear to look away.

When ice and fire meet, what kind of spark will be wiped out in the end, and what kind of story will be deduced?

Everyone has their own longing for such a story in their hearts. No matter whether it is a good or bad ending, at least the process is unforgettable.

Therefore, it took them ten minutes to finish breakfast, but it took an hour or two on the way, just like interpreting a story.

Su Xiaomo was really hungry, so she simply ignored her image (mainly she had no image in front of Yan Teng), let go of her belly and started to eat.

It may be because of illness, or because I encountered the first heavy snowfall in my life because I grew up so old. I was in a particularly good mood, so my appetite was also very good.

I ate a cup of nutritious porridge, two steamed buns, and finally a dessert, a cheesecake and a yogurt.

Put together in such a mess, it made Su Xiaomo's belly bulge.

Mainly because at the end, when she finished the last mouthful of yogurt at a wind-like speed, she was already hiccupping.

A loud noise sounded in the quiet private room, and she was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole in the ground and go down.

She quietly raised her head and glanced at the person opposite, well, it's fine, she didn't notice her.

Yan Teng was still eating the Western-style breakfast in his hand slowly, with an elegant manner, even the knife and fork rarely made a sound, chewing and eating slowly.

Su Xiaomo took a look and couldn't help sighing, she really wasn't of the same class, even the difference in eating was so big.

It's not the first time they have eaten together, it should be said that they have eaten together many times, and they often ate at Yan Teng's home.

She prefers Chinese food, while Yan Teng's family invites foreigners who cook Western food.

At that time, in order to cater to Su Xiaomo's taste, he specially invited a Chinese chef to cook for Su Xiaomo.

At that time, Su Xiaomo still scolded him for being corrupt, not patriotic, and not eating good Chinese food, so why imitate how foreigners eat steak.

Therefore, every time we eat, there will be two different styles of painting on the table.

One is Su Xiaomo who is drinking soup and chewing food.

On the other side was Yan Teng who was slicing steaks in a gentle manner and drinking thick soup.

At that time, she wondered why it was so tiring to eat a meal, she was almost starving to death, and she had to work hard to cut the steak, and she couldn't eat it.

Now looking at the man in front of me, I suddenly realized that eating is also an art, not only pleasing to the eye, but also enjoying the scenery for free.

He seemed to eat very little, as he had always done. He only drank a little milk and a piece of bread.

Why is it that a big man eats less than a girl like her, and is still so energetic.

Thinking of this, those unsuitable images appeared in Su Xiaomo's mind, as if she was the first to get tired and lay down first, while he was full of energy and spirited.

Is western food so magical that a little bit can bring so much energy?

Under her gaze, Yan Teng finally finished his last bite, and wiped his mouth slowly, unlike Su Xiaomo who just wiped his mouth with a tablecloth twice and solved it.

Hey, this is the difference between people.

Su Xiaomo sighed again in her heart.

Before he found out that he was peeping, Su Xiaomo quickly lowered her head and pretended to fiddle with the chopsticks in her hand.

"Okay, let's go."

Yan Teng had already stood up and walked to her side, not intending to let her go back.

She raised her head suspiciously and met his gaze.

"Let's go? Where are you going?" The meal has already been eaten, and then they should go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers, although neither of them has a mother.

Will she continue to be with him?

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free breakfast in the world, and he is sure there is something else to do next.

"What? Isn't it full?"

He glanced at the mess in front of her, as if a typhoon had swept through the scene.

The flash of a smile in his eyes made Su Xiaomo's face burn for a while, and she felt a little embarrassed.

She really should eat more, but not to eat these unnutritious things, so that she can return to a more rounded state.

In that case, the old man should also like it a little bit.

Of course Su Xiaomo didn't know what was going on in Yan Teng's mind, she was still a little annoyed by her impulsiveness just now, and she was made fun of for eating too much.

"Would you like some more? Service..."

Before he could say the last word, Su Xiaomo jumped up and covered his mouth.

"No, I'm already full." Su Xiaomo thought that Yan Teng was serious, and jumped up from the chair in fright.

Because of the height difference, Su Xiaomo could only touch him on tiptoe, to be precise, it should be his mouth.

His fiery breath sprayed on the palm of his hand, itching and numb, only then did he realize what a stupid thing he had done again.

"Um, I'm full, I can go." Su Xiaomo's head exploded with a bang, she took her hand away, and looked at Yan Teng vigilantly, for fear that her carelessness would anger him.

After all, he was abnormally lifeless today, so he must not offend this old man at the last moment.