SFS Chapter 166: In front of the master, have backbone?
Chapter 166: In front of the master, have backbone?
"Let's go eat something. Do you have classes this afternoon?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng walked up to her and held her hand to prevent her from letting go.
"No... yes, yes, we have a lot of classes." Huo Yan stopped talking and quickly changed his words.
Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes to look at her, released her hand with his big hand, and the next moment clamped it directly on the back of her neck.
Huo Yan's neck suddenly shrank, and he turned around and looked at him in horror.
"Zhuang Zhoucheng..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng grabbed her neck and pushed her to continue walking, saying:
"Huo Yan, don't lie to me."
"I……"
Huo Yan raised his hands and pulled his hands back:
"Please be gentler."
A broken neck cannot be reattached.
"Nothing else to say?" Zhuang Zhoucheng ignored her and changed the subject.
"Yes, um, I don't think there are any classes this afternoon. I remembered it as last semester..."
Stick out your tongue, you're so spineless.
But your neck is in the hands of the master, so let's talk about backbone at another time.
Zhuang Zhoucheng lowered his eyes and looked at her round head, the smile on his lips deepening.
Huo Yan pulled Zhuang Zhoucheng's hand as he walked, and kept saying:
"Be gentle, your neck is very fragile, you have to be careful..."
Pushing Huo Yan into the restaurant, Zhuang Zhoucheng asked:
"Chinese food or Western food?"
"Let's have Chinese food. I want rice." Huo Yan said immediately.
He invited her out for dinner and they never paid for it, so he felt relieved.
"Eat rice..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng repeated her words and chuckled.
Huo Yan turned around and looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng strangely:
"Are you laughing at me?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng pressed his palm on her head and said:
"Walk well."
"..."
Huo Yan curled his lips, not looking very happy.
Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled Huo Yan into the small private room. The space was not big. It was actually a booth. It was only separated by a solid wall, so it formed a semi-enclosed small space.
The small elegant room is well decorated with gentle colors, which makes people feel very warm.
Huo Yan sat on the sofa, Zhuang Zhoucheng opposite her. Huo Yan lifted the crystal curtain to look outside, then sat back down, leaning on the table, and asked Zhuang Zhoucheng:
"Is this restaurant also yours?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng looked at her. She stared at him with her eyes wide open, the black and white of her big eyeballs distinct.
"No." Zhuang Zhoucheng said.
"Oh." Huo Yan nodded.
Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at her face and said:
“Why so
ask? "
"Just ask."
Huo Yan was flipping through the menu and pointed at the sweet and sour pork ribs and pushed them in front of him:
"How about this?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at it and nodded. Huo Yan immediately smiled at him and continued looking:
"Can I have this one too?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng still nodded. Huo Yan had finished reading the entire book, but the waiter who took the order had not yet arrived.
Huo Yan lifted the curtain again and looked outside, saying softly:
"Did they forget about us? Why didn't anyone take the order?"
He sat back down, leaned closer to Zhuang Zhoucheng and said:
"Is it that no one knows we are sitting here? No one comes to bother us."
Zhuang Zhoucheng's gaze slowly fell on her, with a gentle expression on his face, and he said nothing.
Huo Yan was sitting there feeling bored and didn't say anything. He was about to lift the curtain to look outside.
Zhuang Zhoucheng finally spoke:
"Yan Yan, sit still." Why are you so active?
Huo Yan sat still, looking at his face, not understanding why his tone became cold. Was it because she was too noisy?
After sitting there for about five minutes, there was a voice outside:
"Mr. Tang, your order is ready. Can we serve it now?"