A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

This gentleman's food is not sky-high priced, but it is not too cheap either. This is why Huo Yan pushed the food away after taking a look.

The set meals were all pre-matched, and as expected, Zhuang Zhoucheng ordered the set meal, which saved him the trouble of ordering.

Turning to look at Huo Yan:

"No one you like?"

Huo Yan shook his head, and Zhuang Zhoucheng patiently asked again:

"What to eat?"

Huo Yan still didn't speak. Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned back, his breath heavy. Huo Yan moved his body, subconsciously moved a little further out, bit his lip, and then asked:

"Do you have fried noodles? Or fried rice noodles?"

No matter how expensive it is, a serving of fried noodles shouldn’t cost more than twenty yuan.

The manager's smile froze and to be honest, no.

But since the meal was ordered by Mr. Zhou’s people, it’s okay even if they don’t have it.

"Yes, miss. Would you like fried noodles or fried vermicelli?"

The manager still smiled. Maybe people just like it that way. No one can say for sure.

Huo Yan moistened his lower lip with his tongue and asked:

"Which one is cheaper?"

There's no need to brag, right?

How can she be so extravagant when her mother is still in the hospital?

This question can be asked to the manager, "This..."

stuck.

Huo Yan knew that he had embarrassed himself.

But she can't spend money indiscriminately. He is a big boss, but she is just a poor student and a poor child.

Her face flushed involuntarily, her eyelashes trembled, and it was obvious that the manager was in a dilemma, so she quickly said:

"Then let's make fried noodles."

The manager smiled and nodded, but thought to himself:

You come to a western restaurant to eat fried noodles, are you here to ruin the place?

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't say anything. He took the menu, opened it, and ordered. The manager understood and quickly placed the order. He took the menu and said:

"Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment."

Huo Yan had originally thought that everyone was dining at the same table, but that was clearly not the case. Lu Zeng and the others were in a booth at the back, while Zhuang Zhoucheng and she were the only ones there.

Here they sit, Zhuang Zhoucheng is sitting on the same side with her.

After everyone left and they were left alone, Huo Yan felt embarrassed. He kept moving outside and looking out the window.

"Do you like fried noodles?" Zhuang Zhoucheng asked.

Obviously, he didn't know what fried noodles were.

Huo Yan nodded randomly, tilted his body slightly, and leaned directly against the glass, pretending to be looking outside seriously.

Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her, paused, and pulled her back.

Huo Yan was brought close to Zhuang Zhoucheng. She pushed him anxiously, blushing and muttering softly:

“Many people are hindering…”

"If you feel embarrassed, then it's not embarrassing to stick it on the glass?" Zhuang Zhoucheng replied.

Huo Yan's face turned red again and he lowered his head even lower.

Zhuang Zhoucheng raised his hand and lifted her chin, saying:

"Sit tight."

Huo Yan sat up straighter, still with his head lowered.

Zhuang Zhoucheng leaned slightly towards her, pinched her chin, rubbed his fingertips back and forth on her face, and couldn't help but rub her tender face.

It feels like having a pet that you can't let go of. When you get close to it, you can't help but want to hold it in your hands and play with it.

Maybe some girls like this kind of intimacy, but Huo Yan is disgusted by it, especially this man with a stern face.

Even at this moment, his expression didn't soften at all.

"Is that all right?"

Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand away, "How embarrassing..."

It was in public, and she felt like everyone was looking at her. She was so embarrassed that she covered her face with her hands.

Zhuang Zhoucheng probably understood some of her little thoughts, but he remained calm and slapped her again.

You're always excited when you get a new and interesting pet, right?

When Zhuang Zhoucheng reached out his hand, Huo Yan immediately put his head on the table and shouted in a muffled voice:

"Don't touch me!"