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

Lin Weiwei was in a mess, squatting on the ground annoyed, her shadow reflected on the ground.

"Perhaps Ji Mingyou didn't see it, I still have a chance." Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up, and he clenched his little pink fist with luck in his heart.

Upstairs, Ji Mingyou rubbed his forehead and ordered everything to go on, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Why did Lin Weiwei send the message so late?" Ji Mingyou picked up the phone casually, saw the notification on the lock screen, and opened it suspiciously.

The first thing that caught my eye was the photo of Lin Weiwei, with her mouth slightly pouted, her bright eyes shining brightly, as if she was staring at you, and two special effects of pink ears were added on her head, which was very playful.

Ji Mingyou was stunned, put the phone on the table without knowing why, and stammered: "Nonsense, I'm afraid I have some bad idea again."

When the room became quiet, Ji Mingyou realized that he was the only one, so he immediately picked up his phone and looked at it.

Ji Mingyou couldn't help laughing, the coldness in his eyes was melted away, and a faint smile appeared, only then did he notice the children in the photo, shook his head and said, "So it was taken with the children."

Ji Mingyou leaned lazily on the back of the chair, saw the question sent by Lin Weiwei, guessed the meaning, frowned and said, "I'm not inside, is Lin Weiwei mocking me?"

Suddenly, footsteps came from the stairs. Ji Mingyou listened quietly, and the footsteps gradually approached.

The smile on Ji Mingyou's face faded away, his eyes were as sharp as a long knife just out of its sheath, and he walked lightly to the side of the stairs.

It was dark, and when someone entered the store, apart from bad intentions, it was hard for Ji Mingyou to come up with a second reason. He pressed against the wall, his body tensed as if he was waiting for the prey to be caught.

Lin Weiwei walked up to the turning, stopped every step he took, his ears moved, but he didn't hear anything, and the previous worries came back to his mind.

Lin Weiwei swallowed. It would be troublesome if the person inside had a knife or something. He pressed against the wall nervously and moved slowly.

When he stood at the top of the stairs, Lin Weiwei stood on a step with both feet, and took a deep breath.

Ji Mingyou narrowed his eyes, heard the sound of breathing, dodged over, raised his fist, his eyes were cold and hostile.

Before Lin Weiwei could see clearly, there was a rush of wind in his ears, and he subconsciously dodged and slid down the wall.

Lin Weiwei learned taekwondo since he was a child, so he was conscious, and he attacked the abdomen of the person in front of him.

Before Lin Weiwei succeeded, a pain came from his head, and he was forced to look up, his hair seemed to be pulled off.

Ji Mingyou looked at the face in front of him in surprise, and shouted in confusion, "Lin Weiwei?"

Then, Ji Mingyou was punched in the abdomen with great force, and when he was unprepared, the pain came like overwhelming.

Lin Weiwei opened his eyes, in a daze, and realized that the fist had been pushed out. Ji Mingyou's face was in pain, and he understood the situation: "I didn't mean it. I thought it was a thief who came into the store."

"Which thief only stole the second floor?" Ji Mingyou frowned, leaning over with one hand propped against the wall, and the other hand covering his abdomen, trying his best to endure, and squeezed out from his teeth.

Lin Weiwei's eyes were full of apology, his black eyes sparkled, he tilted his head and said, "I didn't see your car, and why are you hiding at the side and wanting to attack me?"

Lin Weiwei leaned against the wall, and if he didn't make a move, he wouldn't either.

As soon as he mentioned the car, Ji Mingyou's eyes darkened, he stood up straight, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to ask more about this."

Lin Weiwei nodded, glanced down at the mobile phone in his pocket, remembered the business, and hurried to get it.

Ji Mingyou took a step back, dodged quickly, and held the phone in his hand: "Lin Weiwei, what are you going to do?"

"I'll just take a look at your phone and lend it to me." With the strength of alcohol, Lin Weiwei rushed to snatch it.

Ji Mingyou didn't expect her to pounce on him directly, and he backed away for a moment without grasping it firmly, and the two clung to each other.

Ji Mingyou kept a distance as much as possible, but still smelled the alcohol on her body, frowned, and said displeasedly, "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"What are you crazy about drinking? You're the one drinking crazy." Lin Weiwei only had his mobile phone in his eyes, and grabbed his hand and snatched it away without admitting it at all.

Lin Weiwei took the phone and ran to the corner, quickly deleted the sent photos, and smiled happily: "Okay, finally deleted the photos."

"Lin Weiwei, you are so courageous, you dare to grab something." Ji Mingyou walked over hurriedly, his handsome eyes were full of anger, he snatched the phone and shouted sharply.

Lin Weiwei became more obsessed with certain things when he was drunk, and stopped when the wrongly posted photos were deleted, and stood there honestly: "I didn't do it on purpose, it's because the phone is too old."

She blinked her bright eyes with a layer of mist, and pitifully shook the mobile phone that was about to be replaced.

Ji Mingyou had already suffered from her drinking madness, and he grabbed Lin Weiwei's hands defensively, and pressed them against the wall, with deep eyes: "What are you doing in the store so late?"

Lin Weiwei glanced at the dropped mobile phone, struggled for a while, the grip became tighter and tighter, and regretfully said: "I sent the wrong photo, and I didn't want you to see it, so I came here and wanted to delete it secretly."

"Just here?" Ji Mingyou raised his eyebrows and asked with a flash of light in his eyes.

Lin Weiwei nodded, seeing that he was silent, his eyelids kept trying to close as if they were adding weight.

Seeing that her face was flushed and she was unconscious, Ji Mingyou slowly let go of her hand, feeling distressed that she had been punched for nothing.

Ji Mingyou clicked his tongue lightly. Seeing Lin Weiwei's sleepy face, he would definitely forget about it tomorrow. An idea came to his mind, and he rummaged through his phone and said, "Actually, I still have a photo about you."

"I forgot to delete it before, but I didn't expect it to come in handy." Ji Mingyou put the clear photo in front of her eyes, and said with a smile that he didn't feel guilty at all when he told lies.

"What?" Lin Weiwei gathered all his strength when he heard the photo, opened his eyes suddenly, and stared carefully.

In the photo, the two are next to each other, with only one centimeter between the tip of their noses, especially Ji Mingyou's half-smile expression, which is particularly charming against the brilliance.

Lin Weiwei looked familiar, and his brain was extremely sharp after being frightened, and asked, "Isn't this the sneak shot by Baobao?"

"Strange, I remember only one bag in my hand, why do you have it too?" Lin Weiwei blushed, stood on tiptoe, and kept getting closer like in the photo.

Ji Mingyou pursed his thin lips, leaned back, secretly thinking that something was wrong, and said vaguely: "It's from the bag, I forgot to delete it."

Lin Weiwei curled his mouth, waved his hands, and said in disbelief: "I remember that I have been warned repeatedly. It's too bad to forget to delete this reason."

Ji Mingyou was speechless, his ears were red, he coughed lightly, and said little.

Seeing that he didn't explain, Lin Weiwei decided instead, and kept guessing: "Could it be that you asked Zhang Baobao to get it back, but you couldn't bear to delete it, right?"

"You must be wrong, but this photo is evidence, so you don't have to argue." Before he answered, Lin Weiwei responded for Ji Mingyou, clapping his hands with a smile, "This is how it is."