C217 Ah Qing

Can't you be a little more... Yi Xiaomi gritted her teeth. Pooh, pooh, pooh. How could she be useless? She was a young man of the New Era who had faith and faith. She believed that by following the leader of a certain party, they would be able to walk the path of shared wealth...

"It's your daughter who is hungry." Pointing at her own stomach, Yi Xiaomi snorted righteously. "Could it be that you want her to have malnutrition?"

Daughter... Shang Moze's large hand hugged Yi Xiaomi's waist. His tall and sturdy body was warm. "What else do you want to eat?"

Yi Xiaomi:... "

Because Shang Moze deliberately dragged his steps, when the two of them arrived, the outside of Wang Ji Rice Cake had already been surrounded tightly. The scene was spectacular. It was like a crazy concert by a celebrity. The long line was a little scary.

"It's all your fault. You definitely won't be able to eat it today!"

Yi Xiaomi looked at the white fog curling up around the shop with some sadness. She took a deep breath, and the familiar fragrance jumped into her nose, making her crave even more in her heart.

Shang Moze frowned and looked at the long dragon. It was just ordinary food. Was there a need for these people?

In fact, Young Master Shang could only literally know that the rice cake was made of rice. As for what exactly it was...

"Wait." Shang Moze looked around, picked Yi Xiaomi up, and put her in an inconspicuous corner. "You stay here and wait for me to come back."

“ Oh. " Yi Xiaomi reluctantly answered and hid in a corner, "If you can't buy it, come back quickly. It will rain soon."

If you can't buy it... The thing men couldn't stand the most was doubt and denial, not to mention a proud man like Shang Moze.

He lifted his long legs and walked past the line of people to the front of the shop.

Seeing the tall figure of the man that was particularly conspicuous among the crowd, the corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth twitched. Young Master Shang, can you not be so high-profile?

She meant to buy rice cakes and not cut the queue. Young Master Shang, is it really okay for you to be like this? You will be beaten up!

Staring closely at the man's every move, Yi Xiaomi focused all her attention and thought that if there was any disturbance later, she would run away quickly.

(Shang Moze:... Come here!)

There were indeed people who started to complain at the very front. Some of them were noisy and some of the neat lines started to become chaotic.

Yi Xiaomi swallowed her saliva. It was over. Young Master Shang had incurred public wrath.

Cough, cough. Touching her face, Yi Xiaomi blinked her eyes. But why did she feel so excited and expectant? Could it be that in her heart, she was looking forward to Young Master Shang getting beaten up?

The man in the distance threw a glance at her. Yi Xiaomi turned around guiltily. She thought about it and felt that something was wrong. Why did she feel guilty?

When she looked back again, she found that the man was no longer looking at her. Instead, he was talking to the shop owner.

"Qing."

A trembling and unbelievable male voice came from behind her. It sounded like the sound of spring water flowing across the shore. It was pleasant and charming.

The woman who originally had a smile on her face froze. It was as if a winter wind suddenly blew over. It brought with it a bone-piercing chill and froze her in an instant...

"Qing, it's you, right?" Ling Jue stared intently at the woman in front of him. Although his back was facing him, he did not know why but he knew that it was his Qingren, his Qing.

Yi Xiaomi's hands shook vigorously and she tried her best to hold it together. She grabbed her long dress and raised her slender and beautiful legs. She straightened her body and walked forward.

Her wrist was suddenly pulled by someone. The familiar temperature and strength were the same as the position on her wrist. Her thumb and middle finger combined into a circle and used a lot of force. The rest of her fingers lightly touched her skin.

"Qingren!" Seeing this, Ling Jue was even more certain of his thoughts, and the force in his hand became even more overbearing, "Yi Qingren, I know it's you, turn around."

Taking a deep breath, Yi Xiaomi slowly curled the corner of her mouth and slowly turned around with a bright smile. It was clearly a simple action of turning back, but it seemed to have used up all the strength in her body.

"Qingren, it really is you!" Ling Jue's exquisite and beautiful olives were filled with joy. Wearing a high-end tailored suit made him look even more noble and handsome. "You still like eating Wang Ji's rice cake so much."

Looking at the handsome and warm man, Yi Xiaomi's eyes drooped slightly. Her heart seemed to be torn apart. Her hands were clenched so tightly that they trembled.

How could this man... How could he still pretend like nothing had happened? It was as if nothing had happened!

Ling Jue looked at the familiar face in front of him. It was still as beautiful and otherworldly as before. It was as if the Hibiscus Flower and the seductive Red Spiderlily had merged into one, emitting a fatal temptation. It just so happened that the white dress in front of him looked pure and innocent.

It had been three years. Yi Xiaomi was more charming and mature compared to before. She looked at the soft and exquisite clothes on her body. She seemed to be living a good life... Ling Jue heaved a sigh of relief when he thought of this. He was afraid that his Qing would be homeless.

"Your habits still haven't changed." Ling Jue stared at the woman in front of him. There were words in his words. He greedily inhaled the light fragrance from the woman in front of him.

She had neat and delicate linen short hair and wore a neat and expensive suit. Yi Xiaomi had a mocking smile on her face. "Maybe many of my habits have changed. It's just that you don't know."

After saying that, Yi Xiaomi looked into the distance. Shang Moze was still talking to the boss. The strange thing was that the surrounding people seemed to have quieted down and were not restless.

It seemed that Young Master Shang would not be in danger of being beaten up. The corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth slowly curled up.

Looking at the beautiful smile on Yi Xiaomi's mouth, which was like the dazzling and hot sun in the summer, Ling Jue was stunned and followed her gaze.

However, because there were too many people in the shop, plus Shang Moze, although he was tall, he was too far away, so Ling Jue did not see his face clearly. He thought that Yi Xiaomi saw Wang Ji's rice cake.

Slowly, he took out a well-packaged box from behind. Ling Jue suddenly held Yi Xiaomi's hand and put the box in her hand. His eyes were like a torch.

"Qingren, I came to buy this early in the morning. Try it and see if it tastes the same as the rice cake I bought for you in the past."

When he touched the woman's soft and smooth skin, his brown eyes darkened and he unconsciously used more and more strength. Qing, this is his Qing... his Yi Qingren.

Yi Xiaomi was originally still observing the progress of the man on the other side but who knew that her hand was suddenly stuffed with something warm and then her hand was fiercely grabbed and her eyebrows immediately wrinkled.