100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 490 Slowly, Slowly

Upon seeing that they were elders, both of them subconsciously became much more polite.

If Yuan Cheng hadn't stopped him, Wang Feng would have wanted to go with Qin Wan to take her home.

Even as the car exhaust fumes disappeared, he remained standing there, looking just like someone worried that his brother had drunk too much.

Yuan Cheng gently patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, he has a girlfriend to take care of him, he'll be fine."

"Hmm," the man replied perfunctorily.

"Not going in?"

"Go inside." He followed Yuan Cheng into the house, somewhat absentmindedly.

"When did you become so concerned about whether Lao Qin lives or dies?" "Hey, he's a brother, I've always been concerned. By the way, why don't you invite them both out together tomorrow? You've already met your sister-in-law, but I haven't. It's Qin Wan's first time dating, he has no experience, so as his brother, I should give him some advice."

"People have good taste, they don't need it."

"whispering sound!"

......

"Master, how does he do it?"

"Let's put him in a guest room first, and you can tidy it up for him."

"it is good."

She hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking.

Jin Huan wasn't staying at Yuan Dahai's house; she was sleeping at her own place tonight. Since the location mentioned on the phone was close to Yuan Dahai's, she asked him to pick her up.

He pulled the blanket over himself, buried himself in it, and drifted back to sleep.

I woke up at a little past six the next day, but it was already getting light outside.

She got up to wash her face and brush her teeth. There was a breakfast stall in the alley where the fried dough sticks and soy milk were delicious.

Her hair was tied up high and styled into a pretty little ponytail.

She even forgot to pack her phone before rushing out the door, her steps light and bouncy, her fingers hooking the house key, her face beaming with excitement.

I haven't been back for quite a while, I wonder if the owners of that stall are still out and about~

Fortunately, just after turning the corner, I could smell the salty soy milk.

Before Yan Junwu and I broke up, the two of us would occasionally get up early and look for breakfast stalls in the streets and alleys of Nanshiping.

Some people might think it's too open-air and low-class, but many masters are hidden among ordinary people. She fell in love with the taste of that salty soy milk after just one sip.

"Boss, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of savory soy milk, two steamed buns, a small dish of pickled vegetables, and a dried vegetable pancake!"

"Alright, please, Su."

The boss spoke Haishi dialect. The dialects in the south are all different in every area, but they sound nice.

After she said thank you, she found a place to sit down.

These plastic stools aren't very comfortable to sit on, but the table is spotless, with almost no oil stains, probably because she arrived early. There's also little trash or food left on the floor.

Across the street, the trees cast deep shadows, and several beautiful little birds perched among the branches, their chirping melodious.

She tapped the table lightly twice.

Several sparrows flew over and obediently perched on the back of her hand, even sensibly retracting their sharp claws.

As she played with the two little birds, the people around her looked on in surprise and asked if the birds were hers. Jin Huan smiled and shook her head, saying no.

A child on the side tried to reach out and grab it.

The two little birds were startled and flapped their wings and flew away.

The child was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears, grabbed the disposable chopsticks that Jin Huan had already broken on the table and threw them on the ground: "You bad woman, you owe me my little bird!"

Jin Huan hates these kinds of unreasonable kids the most and just ignores them completely.

Unexpectedly, the child went berserk and lunged forward, opening his mouth to bite!

She immediately stood up and moved to the side.

The child thought she was scared, so he persisted.

"You wicked woman, you bastard!"

"Whose child is this? Someone should do something about it!" An auntie nearby couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to speak up.

"Hey, the child is still young, playing with his older sister, it's okay!" the child's mother said with a smile, not seeming worried at all.

Who knew that the next second the child would overturn the oil pot where the shop owner was frying dough sticks!

"what!"