Frank and strict

Sure enough, what he likes is only Yang Juan in women's clothes.

After figuring this out, he was satisfied and relieved, his complexion returned to normal, he raised his hand to take the other party's ID card, and lowered his head to go through the formalities for him.The moment Yang Juan turned around, he also saw him sitting in the front desk.He walked towards the front desk and waited beside him without saying a word.

Two minutes later, the boy walked upstairs to the box area with his ID card.He Lang also raised his eyelids, looking closely at Yang Juan who was standing outside the front desk.

Probably because of the video experience with He Lang, Yang Juan was wearing a skirt and a wig to face him at this time, and only felt a slight sense of tension at the moment he met He Lang's gaze.Then he calmed down quickly.

He Lang glanced down at the time on the phone, then asked him, "Have you had breakfast?"

Yang Juan, who was worried that he would be late after breakfast, looked at him and shook his head silently.Accompanied by his shaking his head, the small bells tied to his two ponytails also swayed back and forth, making a crisp and pleasant sound, and the hanging tails of hair swept back and forth on his shoulders, as if directly on the On the tip of He Lang's heart.

Finally, coupled with his slightly flushed face after applying blush, and his round black eyes, He Lang rolled his Adam's apple without a trace.After a while, he withdrew his gaze calmly, and said in a flat tone, "Go across and buy two breakfasts."

Yang Juan nodded, the bell on the horse's tail rang twice, he turned and walked out the door.

He Lang glanced at his back, and slid across his calf wearing white pantyhose without a sound, suddenly seemed to think of something, and called out abruptly: "Wait, you come back. "

Yang Juan walked back with puzzled eyes.

He Lang raised his hand to show him the way, "You come in from the side."

Yang Juan did as he was told, and walked into the front desk from the outside.The other party stretched out his hand and pulled him to the leather chair, and ordered in a neutral manner: "You stay here and I will buy breakfast."

At such a close distance at this time, people in the Internet cafe would not hear even if they whispered.Yang Juan quickly opened his mouth and said, "What if someone wants to get on the plane? I won't."

"You tell him to wait." He Lang put down these words, turned around and walked out of the front desk.

Seeing this, Yang Juan had no choice but to sit down obediently, and followed He Lang's back to the door until he disappeared outside the Internet cafe.

Not long after He Lang left, a short-haired boy who was playing games got up and walked over near the front desk, calling, "Boss—"

Yang Juan raised his head nervously.

The boy's voice suddenly stopped, staring at his face in a daze, and finally found his own voice after a long time: "I want a bottle of Coke, thank you."

Yang Juan looked back at the cold drink cabinet behind him, and found that there were detailed price tags on the bottom of the products, so he got up and opened the cabinet door, and brought out a bottle of Coke for him.The inch-cut guy is probably a regular customer here. After receiving the Coke, he didn't ask the price, just scanned the QR code and transferred the money, then turned around and walked back to his seat.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his chair, and continued to look down at his phone.

A few minutes later, He Lang walked in with two bags of breakfast.Yang Juan got up and gave him the chair to sit on. Looking around, he brought a small round stool from the corner and placed it beside the chair.

He Lang didn't say anything, but raised his toes to hook over the round stool, bent down and sat down, and reached for the lunch box in the bag.Yang Juan turned his head and saw the round stool being hooked away, he stood there for a moment, and finally sat down in the chair with his skirt in his hand.

Across the street was a Xiaolongbao shop. He Lang bought a box of Xiaolongbao and a box of steamed dumplings. After removing the lid of the box, he raised his eyelids and asked, "Which one do you want?"

Yang Juan took the box of steamed dumplings and opened his mouth to say thank you.But before he had time to break his chopsticks, the short-cut boy who was very close to the front desk suddenly turned around and shouted, "Boss, help me get a bucket of Laotan sauerkraut noodles."

It was inconvenient for He Lang to sit inside and get up, so Yang Juan immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up, "I'll get it."

The other party didn't say anything, thinking it was just a gift and there was no need to speak, so he let him get up to get it by himself.

Yang Juan didn't know that when Lao Chen was here, he would soak the noodles before delivering them to others, so he walked over with the instant noodles with the bags still intact.The short-haired boy who was busy clearing the line took a moment to glance at the table, and realized that what he sent was not soaked, so he turned his head angrily and glared at him on the spot.

Seeing clearly that the person who came to deliver the instant noodles was Yang Juan, he immediately calmed down, his eyes fixed on Yang Juan's face, and his tone softened: "Thank you, miss."

Yang Juan came back after delivering the instant noodles, sat down and continued to eat breakfast.Afraid of touching the lipstick on his lips, he carefully put the steamed dumplings into his mouth, the steamed dumplings stuffed his mouth full, and Yang Juan chewed slowly with his mouth closed.Looking at his puffed cheeks from the corner of the eye, He Lang stopped drinking the porridge and turned his face to observe him calmly.

Although he knew very well that the person in front of him was male, it seemed that he didn't object to taking the initiative to approach Yang Juan who was wearing women's clothes.As soon as such thoughts surfaced, He Lang seemed to recall some important memory, and involuntarily lowered his head and approached the back of Yang Juan's neck.

The wig didn't smell of shampoo, but the exposed part of his neck exuded the familiar and pleasant fragrance of shower gel.

Yang Juan was unaware of this, and focused on picking up a steamed dumpling, putting it into the chili bowl next to it and dipping it in chili oil.As he slightly tilted his head, the small bell on the tail of Yang Juan's hair also jingled.

The tip of He Lang's nose was soaked in the light and lingering fragrance, and his mind fluttered slightly when he was hit by the bell on his hair.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and stretched out his fingertips to grab the bell on his ponytail.

Yang Juan, who raised his head to eat the dumplings, finally seemed to be aware of it, and turned his face in confusion.He Lang withdrew his hand in an instant, put his hand back on the table as if nothing happened, coughed lightly, turned his face away and asked, "Are the dumplings delicious?"

Yang Juan asked blankly, "Do you want to eat?"

He Lang said casually: "Eat."

Yang Juan hadn't eaten the dumpling on the tip of his chopsticks yet, he was used to seeing and going with Zhuo Lan in the past, so he subconsciously held the dumpling and sent it to He Lang's mouth.It wasn't until the chopsticks stopped near the other party's mouth that he suddenly realized that such a move was too intimate.He wanted to withdraw the hand holding the dumplings before He Lang got angry.

He Lang moved his mouth faster than his brain, and when Yang Juan reacted, he had already opened his mouth first, and took the dumpling from the tip of Yang Juan's chopsticks.

The expressions of the two froze at the same time, He Lang was the first to come back to his senses, chewed a few times as if nothing had happened, and swallowed the dumplings.Looking up, he saw that Yang Juan was still staring at him, so he purposely put on a straight face and said, "Why are you looking at me? The dumplings will get cold if you don't finish eating them."

Yang Juan quickly returned his gaze to the lunch box, and answered with lowered eyes, "Okay."

"Throw away the garbage after eating." He Lang said.

Yang Juan nodded to the lunch box, "Okay."

"The table needs to be wiped clean." He Lang said again.

Yang Juan had already stuffed the dumplings into his mouth again, and agreed inarticulately, "Okay."

He Lang looked him over from head to toe.There is nothing wrong with this person, and the double ponytail is more pure and cute than the thick braid, but he always feels a little bit wrong.What went wrong?He Lang leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, and slowly leaned towards him.

Yang Juan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and his voice was a little nervous: "Is there something wrong?"

"You eat yours, don't worry about me." He Lang looked at him thoughtfully.

Yang Juan said, "Okay."

He Lang's eyes deepened, he stretched out two fingers to lightly pinch his chin, and turned his face away, "Don't say 'yes' to me from now on."

Yang Juan looked at him puzzled.

He Lang slowly opened his mouth and said, "I can only say 'yes'."

Yang Juan's face instantly burned, and the heat spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears.Even He Lang, who pinched his chin, quickly noticed the increasingly hot temperature under his fingertips.

He Lang looked at his face, his dark and bright pupils, the obediently drooping eye ends, and his already red ears, his heart felt slightly hot for no reason, and the words he wanted to say rolled over the tip of his tongue, Brushed his upper and lower teeth.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were a little hot, and they were as fleeting as fireworks in the night sky, disappearing into his bottomless eyes.When he spoke again, he didn't even realize what was wrong, "Got it? Lamb."

Yang Juan's eyes widened unexpectedly.

"Okay." He replied in a low voice.

He Lang felt a little itchy in his heart, and he didn't care to think about the intimate names he blurted out without thinking about his brain. His mind was filled with Yang Juan's "Okay", and his mood immediately improved.

He was about to push Yang Juan into the chair, and asked him to say a few more times, when a familiar voice came from outside the front desk: "Boss, where is the hot water for instant noodles—"

The inch-cut boy came over with the bucket of Laotan sauerkraut noodles under his arm.

He Lang got up and replied impatiently: "The boss is not here, you can find it yourself."

Realizing that the person answering the call was not Yang Juan, the short-haired boy stood still outside the reception desk with instant noodles between his hands, and stretched his neck to look inside the reception desk.When he saw Yang Juan sitting in the front desk, he was overjoyed and shouted: "This lovely young lady——"

He Lang's originally indifferent expression turned hostile in an instant, "Who do you call Miss Sister?"

Receiving the obvious hostility from He Lang, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the chairs and stools placed very close to each other, and the expression on the face of the inch-cut boy suddenly turned to deep disappointment, "Dude, is this your girlfriend?"

When the words fell to the ground, Yang Juan subconsciously raised his face from the table.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his raised face and the focused listening expression on his face, He Lang frowned without thinking and replied: "No."

There was no change on Yang Juan's face, but on the contrary, the overjoyed boy who was standing outside regained his overjoyed expression.He turned his attention away from He Lang, and looked at Yang Juan excitedly and excitedly, "This beautiful and lovely young lady——"

The irritated He Lang's brain became hot, and he interrupted him with a stinky face: "This is my wife."

Inch was stunned.

Yang Juan was also stunned.

The author says:

He Lang: (exasperated) I want to call, I want to call my wife too.

Please take two days off on weekends.