Cannon fodder quick time travel: male protagonist, please drive

Chapter 109

Back home, Bing Ruoyan was lying on the bed, blinking, feeling that something was missing.

what is it then?

Bing Ruoyan hugged the pillow and rolled around, about He Chengtian?

No.

Bing Ruoyan hugged the quilt and rolled around, what about Min Yan?
No.

Bing Ruoyan rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed again, about Mu Jin?
Nor is it.

Bing Ruoyan "clanged" and rolled to the ground.

asshole!She forgot to ask He Shengtian where to buy that chocolate pastry QAQ!

her chocolate T^T her chocolate T^T her chocolate T^T
Climbing onto the bed, Bing Ruoyan sighed, and went to bed obediently.

Tomorrow is another pretentious day.

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The sun was shining brightly in the morning, Bing Ruoyan got up and practiced a set of martial arts, cleared her voice in a cappella, and went out.

The servants shook their heads after seeing it. They were young and forgot to bring money.

3, 2, 1.

really.

The young master hurried back and shouted, "Housekeeper!"

The butler appeared in seconds and held out the purse.

Bing Ruoyan laughed dryly, the original owner's stinking problem actually affected her!

After taking the money bag and fastening it, Bing Ruoyan walked out of the Bingfu brightly. If you have money, you just hold your head high. After a while, you will buy delicious food to fill yourself up, and then you can put on a show!
Baiwei Pavilion.

Bing Ruoyan blinked, the fragrance came from here.

It must be a place to eat.

Swallowing and walking in, Bing Ruoyan staggered a little excitedly.

what did she seeWestern pastries!Counter!Chocolate pastry!That's right!
Qi Ye flew over excitedly, "The shopkeeper! This! This! It's all covered!"

"Okay ~ Master Qi~" The shopkeeper saw the big red robe and knew that it was Yan Qiye, the famous young master of the Bing family, and quickly got up to wrap the pastry, "Qiye, I'll give you a bargain! I don't know Qiye I actually like this western pastry!"

"Thank you, shopkeeper!" Bing Ruoyan stuffed the pastry into her mouth as soon as she got it, "I just went to He Dudu's yesterday, and I really liked it after tasting it. By the way, did you make this pastry yourself?"

"That's right! All the pastries here are made by Baiwei Pavilion! Our boss specially learned it from foreigners. Why, Master Qi thinks..."

"I just thought, can you get me a piece of chocolate, just a layer of black on the top, as long as this is made into small pieces, any shape will do." Bing Ruoyan licked her lips, okay I want to eat chocolate!
"This... Let me ask our boss, the boss is just here today."

"Okay, okay." Bing Ruoyan nodded quickly.

"You don't need to ask." A man came out from the back, dressed in a white robe, with a tall figure wrapped in a big apron, it was quite funny, and Bing Ruoyan couldn't help laughing.

"Seventh Lord Yan? I haven't been in the country all year round, so I don't know much, please forgive me." The visitor wiped his hands with his apron, stretched out his hand, and suddenly remembered something, and was about to take it back.

Bing Ruoyan was happy, and stretched out her hand to hold it, "Hello."

The visitor was stunned for a moment, "Hi, Master Qi also greets you from the West?"

"I have sung operas for Westerners, and I have done business with Westerners, so of course I will." Bing Ruoyan narrowed her eyes, "Are you the boss?"

"Yes, my sire Su Changan." Su Changan reported his name and looked at her, "Master Qi likes chocolate very much?"

"Very much." Bing Ruoyan couldn't help but speak English.

"Haha, Master Qi has a lot of study time, I wonder if he can make a friend?" Su Changan smiled gently, surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Will you give chocolates for free when you become friends?" Bing Ruoyan couldn't help blinking. Wouldn't it be silly to take advantage of her?

"Naturally." Su Changan smiled softly again. He is handsome and has the temperament of a literati, but after wearing an apron, he has the gentle feeling of a family husband. He wanted to stay with him for a while longer, "I can eat as much as you want. I will stay here for a while. You can come to me at any time."

Bing Ruoyan nodded, and stuffed another piece of pastry into her mouth, staring at him until she finished eating, she stretched out her hand, "Hello, Su Changan, my second friend. You can call me Ah Yan."

Ask me who is the first one?Min Yan!
What about He Shengtian?
Qi Ye rolled his eyes with his slender dragon and phoenix eyes.

The original owner had no friends in his life.In her life, apart from drama and Bingjia, Mu Jin was the only one. She never wanted to make friends or anything.

distrust.In this troubled world, there are too few people who can be trusted.

"Hi, Yan." The second friend?I don't know who the first one is, it seems that she has a hard time making friends.Su Changan lowered his brows, stretched out his hand to hold it, and felt that it was a very warm and clean hand.

Bing Ruoyan has always used her left hand to grab pastries, maybe it's because of good habits.

And the one shaking hands is the right hand, which is very white and tender, very slender, and very good-looking.

"Hee hee." Bing Ruoyan suddenly smiled and withdrew her hand, "Then when can I have my chocolate?"

"I'm ready and delivered to your house." Su Changan felt his hands were empty, he was stunned, and raised his head.

"Waiting for your visit~" Bing Ruoyan opened her eyes and licked her lips. She seemed to have imagined the sweetness and richness of chocolate melting in her mouth *≧▽≦*~
"Then I'll go first, goodbye Chang'an." Bing Ruoyan waved her hand while holding a large bag of pastries, she was really cute.

"Goodbye." Listening to the familiar parting words, Su Changan smiled. He has been abroad all year round and rarely returns to China. He speaks English and uses foreign etiquette. It is difficult to communicate with people every time he returns to China. And Bing Ruoyan's appearance gave him a sense of security. At least, they could communicate happily and easily. They both understood each other's words, which made him, a wanderer floating outside, a little more stable.

(End of this chapter)