Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 630 Fishing is worse than falling in love (44)

Qing Zhou: "..."

She subconsciously sat up straight, and answered honestly: "The bar."

The breath of the young man on the opposite side seemed to pause, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing there?"

"The work is based on materials." Qing Zhou closed the sketchpad, although she didn't know what happened, but her intuition told her that she should go back, "I'll go back right away."

What Bai Yan wanted to say was choked back, and for the first time he spoke more emphatically to Qing Zhou: "Sit there and don't move, I'll pick you up."

Now after nine o'clock in the evening, the street outside the bar is not safe. She is a thin little girl running around, and she is a walking target in the eyes of others. Although social security has become more and more stable in recent years, accidents are still inevitable. .

"You haven't had a drink?"

Qing Zhou: "No." She really just came to collect information, ordered wine but didn't drink it.

"That's good." Bai Yan's voice seemed to be calmer. He didn't say anything else, but told him softly: "Sit where you are, and I'll come to you. Don't eat or drink anything there."

Qingzhou originally wanted to say that there is no need to bother, but Wu Qi has already quietly suggested in his mind.

【Boss, just obediently agree now, don't say too much. 】

Qing Zhou: "?"

She silently accepted Wu Qi's suggestion, agreed with what the man on the other side of the phone said, and then began to read the messy romance literature that Wu Qi had shared at some time.

Only after reading the beginning of the book, the young man strode in from the outside with the cool night breeze. He was wearing a long black down jacket, but he didn't look bloated at all. He looked around and looked around quickly. It was fixed on Qingzhou's side.

The girl was wearing a slender and thin black sweater, with a down jacket beside her, holding the sketchpad and looking at it calmly, with no guilty conscience...and even a little innocent.

Bai Yan: "..."

I was so angry and didn't know what to say.

He has always been moody and angry, and his good upbringing makes him unable to say anything serious even if he is angry, and can only express his emotions without saying a word.

Qingzhou didn't speak either, she packed her things seriously and stood up, the eyes of a few men around her changed, as if they wanted to come over to strike up a conversation, but when they saw Bai Yan walking towards her, they hesitated and then retracted pace.

Bai Yan noticed this scene, and his face became even uglier.

He strode up to Qing Zhou, helped her carry her schoolbag without saying a word, then turned around and walked towards the door, but what made him feel unspeakable was that Qing Zhou followed his example and said nothing. send.

"Don't you have anything to say?" The two walked a few steps, but Bai Yan still couldn't help turning his head and asked.

Qingzhou: "...is there?"

Bai Yan: "Tell me."

The girl glanced at him calmly, and said indifferently, "I think I can actually go home by myself."

Bai Yan: "..." He felt suffocated in his heart, and before he opened his mouth, he heard the girl behind him continue:

"But, I know what my problem is."

Some people apologized and said it was like a report, official and serious, but the sincerity in it must not be ignored—let’s count it as sincerity.

"where?"

"I shouldn't have come to the bar so late and didn't tell you." Qing Zhou said seriously according to the template Wu Qi gave her, and she vaguely understood something in her heart, "I shouldn't pay attention to my own safety—although I have a lot of knowledge about this. confidence."

Bai Yan: "..." It would be better if you didn't add the second half of the sentence.

"But you can't be sure what will happen." He felt that the little girl had a problem in her mind, and subconsciously educated her: "Although you have confidence in your abilities, the world is not that simple, and accidents and dangers may come at any time... …You should think more about people who care about you—like me.”

(End of this chapter)