Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Zhang Baobao walked up curiously, pulled Ji Mingyou's arm to examine it carefully, and lifted the gauze: "Uncle, you are injured, right? What's going on?"

Lin Weiwei blushed, cleared his throat, and said embarrassingly: "It's a long story, it's already bandaged, don't worry about the bag."

As soon as she was bandaged, she was caught by Zhang Baobao, and she didn't even have time to think of an excuse.

Ji Mingyou raised his eyebrows, put down his sleeves to cover the wound, and said resentfully: "It's obvious that the bite is heavy, so don't worry."

"Did my aunt bite it?" Zhang Baobao covered his small mouth in surprise, his watery eyes widened involuntarily.

Lin Weiwei walked over quickly, with an unnatural red color on his face, and shouted angrily: "Didn't I bandage you up? Why can't you cover it up in front of my students, and show me face."

It was a momentary mistake, eternal hatred, Lin Weiwei pursed her lips, she must be responsible for her actions.

"It's just bandaged, and the wound won't heal automatically." Ji Mingyou didn't intend to let it go easily, and said softly.

Ji Mingyou picked up the lucky cat ornament with both hands, sighed lightly and put it down again, pretending to have pain and weakness in his arms.

"You're pretending to be a ghost, I admit, I'm the only one who can bite." Lin Weiwei rolled his eyes and shouted angrily.

Zhang Baobao laughed, pointed at his chin, and said seriously: "This is an intimate contact, and it was my aunt's initiative."

Lin Weiwei clenched his small fist, waved it a few times, and said with a sinister smile: "If this is considered intimate contact, I can also try my fist."

Ji Mingyou looked at him with disgust, his eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice: "Your intimate contact is special enough, stay away from me."

Lin Weiwei snorted in satisfaction, slowly retracted his fist, and picked up the water glass to sip lightly.

"But some lovers like to leave marks on each other to prove that they belong to them." Zhang Baobao watched the two fight, thought about it for a while, and said solemnly in the afternoon, "Auntie treats uncle like this."

Lin Weiwei widened his mouth in astonishment, squatted in front of him, put his hands on Zhang Baobao's shoulders, frowned and said, "Nonsense, where did you see it, and you can't look at this kind of thing again in the future."

"I learned it from TV dramas. Mommy likes to watch them very much. Only lovers have intimate contact. This is possessiveness." Zhang Baobao shook his head, stretched out his little finger, and explained in a low voice.

Lin Weiwei was at a loss for words, and all the words were stuck in his throat. The child didn't understand anything, so he didn't care about him.

Ji Mingyou glanced at Lin Weiwei who was stunned, and said with a chuckle, "This is not intimate contact, it's just that some people can't control their mouths and bite people randomly."

"That's better than a disobedient pet who has to block the way." Lin Weiwei stood up "swish", widened his eyes, and snorted.

Ji Mingyou's eyes were sharp, he narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Lin Weiwei, keep your mouth shut."

This girl dares to scold herself, it seems that she can't give some sweetness.

Lin Weiwei shrank his neck, realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, clasped his hands, and said with a smile: "Absolutely, you can't repay grievances with kindness, I understand this."

In a moment of excitement, he almost offended Ji Mingyou directly, which is not acceptable.

Lin Weiwei looked at the hidden paper dessert bag and swallowed.

"You can't be aggressive with each other, otherwise it will be easy to quarrel." Zhang Baobao saw that the two were getting along tensely, so he quickly waved his small hands and persuaded him.

After hearing this, Lin Weiwei was very moved. He took down the paper bag, handed over a piece of cake, and said sincerely: "Baobao always protects me, and I am willing to share desserts with you."

"Thank you, aunt." Zhang Baobao took it with his small hand, showing a bright smile, took a bite, and what aunt gave was delicious.

"I hid it just now and didn't want to share it with anyone, but now I took it out, why don't you sing Sichuan opera?" Ji Mingyou held his chin, glanced, and said in a low voice.

Lin Weiwei didn't say anything against him, but Zhang Baobao defended her verbally, and he was so touched that he couldn't figure it out.

Ji Mingyou clicked his tongue lightly, turned his head away in displeasure, and stopped paying attention.

Lin Weiweixin smiled, stuffed a mouthful of the cake, blinked his eyes and leaned over, and said softly: "Why is it so sour, do you want to have a bite?"

"No, go away."

Lin Weiwei couldn't help but bend his eyes, smiled sweetly, took a spoonful and leaned over, asking, "Do you want to have a bite?"

Ji Mingyou rolled his eyes and ignored him, as if there was no one in front of him.

Lin Weiwei was not discouraged, and moved forward even more vigorously: "Boss Ji also treated me very well, why don't you have a taste."

Ji Mingyou stared at her laughing, pushed Lin Weiwei's hand away, his eyes darkened, and said in a low voice, "Don't borrow flowers from Buddha."

After finishing speaking, Ji Mingyou glanced indifferently, and did not forget to take the medicine bag with him when he left.

Lin Weiwei ate the cake on the fork in one bite, pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "Your uncle is really not funny."

After get off work, Lin Weiwei held a paper bag in both his left and right hands, which was enough to fill the void in his heart.

The evening breeze blew slightly, blowing up the messy hair, blowing away the boredom of the day, passing by yesterday's supermarket, Lin Weiwei took a look and didn't stop.

"Lin Weiwei who has desserts means he has no troubles." Lin Weiwei looked at the sky and didn't take today's troubles to heart, probably because Ji Mingyou gave the desserts.

Lin Weiwei tilted his head, with doubts on his beautiful face, and murmured: "If there were desserts yesterday, maybe I wouldn't be sad."

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the deep voice sounded in my ears again: "Eat dessert when you are sad."

Lin Weiwei held his face in his hands and smiled brightly, which is really nice.

When the lights came on, the nightlife had just begun. A sports car parked in front of the restaurant, attracting the attention of many people.

Zhang Yumeng got out of the car slowly, the champagne dress outlined her graceful figure, revealing her delicate collarbone, her red lips were slightly hooked, and her watery eyes rolled around, making people mesmerized.

"Xiangnan, I haven't been able to go out with you for a long time. This restaurant has a good atmosphere, you should accompany me well." Zhang Yumeng walked over, naturally took Xu Xiangnan's arm, and leaned close together, Said tenderly.

Zhang Yumeng paid attention to his expression, secretly estimating.

Xu Xiangnan's face was filled with joy, and he put his arms around her slender waist. Many envious eyes came over him, which made him very proud. He lowered his head and said, "Of course, I must spend a lot of time with Mengmeng."

As he said that, Xu Xiangnan took her little hand and walked into the elevator. As the floor rose, he kept exerting force on his hand, as if he was nervous.

About to reach the top floor, the two were very close, Zhang Yumeng took a step back, with doubts in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Xiang Nan, what are you taking me for? Don't you want to eat?"

Xu Xiangnan smiled without saying a word, took her hand and walked out, pulled out the seat in a gentlemanly manner, and said happily: "Of course, but I would like it to be just the two of us."

When Xu Xiangnan said it, he was stunned for a moment, feeling that this sentence was very familiar.

"Xiang Nan, me too." Zhang Yumeng smiled happily, her face became more beautiful, she sat down dignifiedly, and stared at him opposite.