Quick Wear Peace

"peaceful---"

A cheerful voice sounded from behind. An Ning turned around and saw that it was He Ziqiu.

The soft hair was bouncing because of running, the eyebrows were curved, and there seemed to be little stars in the eyes, and the rosy lips were outlined in a big arc.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He stretched out his arms and waved at An Ning. When he saw An Ning turning her head, the little stars in his eyes seemed to pop out, trying to drown An Ning.

He Ziqiu didn't know what was going on with him. When he saw her raise her leg to kick the gangster, his heart seemed to be hit. For some reason, it was beating faster and faster, as if it was going to jump out of his chest.

Although her face was hidden by her big eyes, he was inexplicably tempted to follow her with his eyes.

"Do you still remember me?" He Ziqiu asked An Ning nervously, his hand unconsciously pulling the hem of his shirt.

"Of course, your name is He Ziqiu." An Ning nodded with a smile.

But she didn't expect that the next second she saw He Ziqiu's fair cheeks full of blush, and his two eyes were like huge light bulbs, almost blinding An Ning's eyes.

An Ning unconsciously turned her head to the side.

This action made He Ziqiu, who was always watching An Ning, a little sad. He thought she didn't want to pay attention to him.

An Ning looked at He Ziqiu with some surprise. He was so cheerful just now but now he looked listless.

It is a pity that a man's heart is as unfathomable as the sea, especially for a child who is not yet considered a man.

It doesn’t matter. The two of us are not familiar with each other yet. It will be fine once we become completely familiar with each other.

After He Ziqiu silently comforted himself, he suddenly smelled something. His upturned nose moved. It was a very familiar smell, a little sour.

"What's in your bag?"

"Oh, these are the egg tarts I made, but they all failed, so I was just about to get rid of them." An Ning looked at the bag in her hand with some distress.

"Can I try it?" He Ziqiu pointed at the bag in An Ning's hand, his eyebrows curved.

Once again, An Ning sighed that it was fate that made such a good child take such a path.

"Sure, but these probably won't taste very good."

Although An Ning was surprised by He Ziqiu's request, she agreed readily.

The two of them found a chair to sit on, and An Ning took out his work from the bag.

He Ziqiu looked at the egg tart in his hand and couldn't find any words to praise it. "Although the appearance is still..."

"You don't have to tell me. I know that what I made doesn't look good."

An Ning could see that he wanted to give her a compliment, but she knew that her own work wasn't that good looking.

He Ziqiu put it in his mouth.

An Ning, Kan Ze, and He Zi Qiu's expressions remained the same as usual, without the slightest change. They asked tentatively, "How do you... feel?"

He swallowed the egg tart in his mouth. “Although it’s a little sour, it’s still acceptable. This is the first time I’ve made it like this. It’s pretty good.”

"See, Xiaoyi, you are the one who doesn't know how to appreciate." An Ning put her hands on her hips and showed off to Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi speechlessly ended the call between the two.

Damn love brain.

"If you want to make egg tarts, you can come to me." He Ziqiu finished the egg tart in his hand in no time and made an invitation.

"Really?" An Ning was a little surprised. She knew that He Ziqiu would open a dessert shop in the future, and his craftsmanship should be very good.

"Of course." He Ziqiu stared at An Ning dazedly, feeling that his mind was filled with An Ning's smile.