And aside Zhao Ting already stupefied, what’s the matter? The goddess in his mind actually has a boyfriend? And that man is still a handsome man? Suddenly his heart broke all over the floor.

It took Anyue a long time to return to absolute being. She was going to eat hot pot with Zhao Ting, and it would turn into kissing Xiao Yifan at the school gate. Oh, my God, didn’t passers-by just see it? Don’t talk about passers-by. I came out with her. Zhao Ting should have seen enough drama, right?
Thought of here AnYue face suddenly red enough to drop blood, she stared at Xiao Yifan nu way "Xiao Yifan you rascal"
Although it is swearing words, it happened that her voice sounded powerful and somewhat charming, which sounded quite coquettish.
Xiao Yifan looked at this Anyue and felt his heart was drunk and his heart was broken. Zhao Ting wanted to leave, but he couldn’t move.
An Yue can’t even look up at Zhao Ting at the moment. What does she want to say to Zhao Ting? Say Xiao Yifan is not her boyfriend? I don’t know how Zhao Ting will misunderstand her when she says this. Maybe she will misunderstand that she likes him.
If you can’t explain, the explanation will get more and more chaotic, but it’s really embarrassing for Zhao Ting not to leave her here. It took her a long time to remember that she just promised to go to eat hot pot with Zhao Ting, but after what she just experienced, how can she go to eat hot pot with Zhao Ting? She was so embarrassed that she was embarrassed to face Zhao Ting.
"That … senior, I won’t accompany you to eat hot pot. Sorry, I have to go home." It took a long time for An Yue to find her voice.
Zhao Ting nodded and looked at An Yue disappointedly before she left silently. She didn’t understand An Yue and always felt that Zhao Ting’s expression was strange, but at the moment she didn’t think about it.
喝茶约茶  title=Xiao Yifan proudly raised an eyebrow when he saw Zhao Ting go. He took Anyue’s hand and opened the car door, so he stuffed Anyue in.
An Yue, who was caught in a traffic jam, was so angry that she wanted a car but heard the door lock.
Xiao Yifan leaned over from the other side of the car and slid over to give An Yue Ann a belt. An Yue stared at Xiao Yifan angrily and shouted angrily, "Xiao Yifan is too bully. You embarrass my alumni. You are too ashamed of you. You are a rogue …" An Yue couldn’t wait to put all the swearing words on himself.
Xiao Yifan glanced at her and said faintly, "So many complaints are because you didn’t kiss enough just now?"
An Yue suddenly lost his voice. How can there be such a rude man in this world? Is it good that he is so bullying?
Anyue was so angry that he clenched his fist at his face and waved it over to Xiao Yifan to avoid it. Then he grabbed her fist and took it to his arms. If it weren’t for Anyue’s strap, he estimated that the whole person had been trapped in his arms. Anyue didn’t know how grateful he was for that strap at this moment.
Just when she was grateful for the safety belt, she suddenly heard a "da" sound, and the safety belt had left her, and she was completely stuck in Xiao Yifan’s arms this time.
She looked up to stare at him, and he kissed her again with his head down.
An Yue shed tears. This old man is simply unreasonable. How can there be such a rude man in this world? It’s a shame to take away someone’s first kiss and kiss again.
An Yue angrily scolded Xiao Yifan in her heart, but she gradually became soft in his hot kiss until finally she had no energy to scold Xiao Yifan.
It was a long time before Xiao Yifan let her go. He lit her lips and asked, "Do you dare to provoke other men behind my back? Huh? "
An Yue consciously wanted to refute Xiao Yifan’s words, but saw him sip his lips as if warning her that if she dared to say something he was not satisfied with, he would kiss again.
Anyue suddenly did not dare to speak. She pursed her lips and stared at him with her eyes open.
He looked at her deep tunnel "still dare to promise to go to eat hot pot with other men? Hmm? You’re getting fat, huh? "
On hearing this, An Yue retorted angrily, "What do you care who I go with?"
"I can’t care? Who said I was in charge? Anyway, you and I are in charge. "Xiao Yifan raises his eyebrows.
An Yue really couldn’t wait to directly hit the car door when she heard this. This man came again and blocked her with that sentence. If I had known, it would be better for her to stay in the courtyard for a while than to respond to his words at the beginning.
Xiao Yifan saw that Anyue was stuck speechless, but he felt complete. He was in a good mood to bring Anyue again. "Since I want to eat hot pot, I’ll take you there."
It’s obvious that you can eat hot pot if you want, but you can’t talk to other men.
What else can An Yue say? She sank into the armchair and pursed her lips, sulking by herself.
Xiao Yifan drove Anyue to a hot pot restaurant, so there are few guests in the store when there is still a little distance from the meal. Xiao Yifan took Anyue and chose a window position to sit down.
Although this is a simple hot pot restaurant, the bottom of the pot here is very famous. It is said that it has been a secret recipe for hundreds of years. The same dishes are not as delicious as this one.
Xiao Yifan handed Anyue the menu "Help yourself to whatever you want".
Anyue glared at Xiao Yifan and then said to the clerk, "Give me all the dishes here."
Xiao Yifan "…"
☆, Chapter two hundred and twenty-seven Why not marry me?
After listening to An Yue’s words, the clerk’s eyes were wide open. She managed to hold herself steady and asked politely, "Miss, there are at least 100 kinds of raw materials here. Do you really want to have a copy of everything?"
An Yue grumpily responded, "What? No? Worried that we will eat the overlord meal? " She finished and took a provocative look at Xiao Yifan.
Xiao Yifan couldn’t help laughing at An Yue’s childish behavior. He smiled at the clerk with a charming smile. "Let’s just do as she said. We won’t eat the king’s meal. If we can’t pay the bill, how about I stay and wash the dishes?"
"Mr. Joke" member took a conscious look at Xiao Yifan’s hands, whose joints were as good-looking as others. Isn’t it a waste of time to let a man with those hands stay to wash dishes?