Xiao Jinyan's words fell into disfavor, which made him feel embarrassed and unconvinced.
He stopped talking and just followed Mu Chuyue in a dull tone.
"arrive."
Mu Chuyue's voice brought back Xiao Jinyan's thoughts that had drifted away at some point.
Xiao Jinyan came to his senses, but his face still maintained that cold expression.
But I saw that the girl didn't seem to pay half of her attention to him.
I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Could it be that Yue'er was really indifferent to the care I showed?
I haven't seen Yue'er so slow in other aspects.
Xiao Jinyan's resentment condensed through the ice slag in the air around her, almost poking holes in Mu Chuyue, and she couldn't feel it.
But Mu Chuyue just pretended not to see it, secretly admiring the pitiful way this guy looked depressed.
The girl's back was straight, and her petite figure did not appear timid at all.
Just standing there, she was as dazzling as if she had focused all the light in the day.
Even though Xiao Jinyan deliberately controlled himself to look calm, his eyes could not help but drift towards her.
Even covering her completely.
Mu Chuyue raised her head and pointed her white hands over her head at a building facing the street: "Here, there is a restaurant that someone is looking for."
Xiao Jinyan then turned his gaze and saw a huge plaque hanging directly above the tall door frame, which read "Zhenhuang Restaurant" in mainland Chinese font.
He didn't bother to argue with Mu Chuyue about her confusing right and wrong.
He just glanced at her coldly, then pulled her dangling little hand into his palm: "I'll listen to Yue'er carefully when the dishes are served.
That story that was told” Mu Chuyue only felt a strong force that instantly restrained her.
No matter how she turned her wrist, it was difficult to exert any strength.
She had no choice but to "never leave" Xiao Jinyan.
It was no longer a serious meal at this moment, and the restaurant seemed particularly empty and quiet.
However, apart from the two of them, there were a few scattered tables of diners sitting not far away.
It's just that those people were different from Mu Chuyue.
The bowls and plates on their tables were empty.
They no longer picked up food, but were talking to each other with interest.
Xiao Jinyan looked around and pointedly said to Mu Chuyue, who was opposite the old god: "It seems that everyone is like you and me.
We are not sitting in the restaurant just to fill our stomachs."
"That's because someone else has already finished eating," Mu Chuyue lazily raised her eyelids and said bluntly without giving any face, "Didn't you see that the plates are all empty?"
"" Xiao Jinyan finally understood that Mu Chuyue's ability to cut off the topic was as good as his own.
Since circumlocution won't do, we can only say goodbye to euphemism and be more direct.
So Xiao Jinyan's eyes darkened, and he went straight to the topic: "I'm very curious about the story that Yue'er promised me to tell.
Taking this opportunity, why don't you tell me about it now?"
Mu Chuyue was still thinking about how long Xiao Jinyan could hold back, but she didn't expect that this guy couldn't bear his temper at all and asked as soon as he sat down.
Tsk tsk, it turns out that this guy looks calm on the surface, but in fact he can't hold it in anymore.
From the looks of it, I couldn't tell where my son was thinking along the way.
However, looking at it like this, he was actually much more likeable than his usual appearance.
Mu Chuyue smiled comfortably and sat on the chair in a casual posture.
Adjusted it again. xx4911131: