Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

When Meng Jinsong came back again, Feng He was leaning on the railing of the boat and looking at the clear lake water.

A pair of barefoot legs stretched out over the railing, dangling leisurely in the air.

The legs are slender and well-proportioned, extremely well-proportioned and beautiful.

The pale blue veins were faintly visible under the cold white skin, like white jade and emerald interweaving. The knees were pink in color, looking extremely clean and attractive.

Meng Jinsong always felt that Feng He's eyes were full of longing when she looked at the lake.

It seems like I really want to put my legs into the lake, and then I can play in the water happily...

But Meng Jinsong's eyes were not on the shaking movement, but on Feng He's legs.

He stared at the pair of long, thin and white legs for a long time, his eyes dark and unclear, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Perhaps because Meng Jinsong's gaze was too strong, Feng He seemed to notice that someone was looking at him.

He turned his head with some confusion, and then looked into the eyes of Meng Jinsong, who was standing beside him like a pillar.

Meng Jinsong was discovered, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He walked over and sat down with Feng He.

He asked casually, "Do you really want to play in the water?"

Feng He nodded honestly.

“It feels so good when water touches my body.”

Meng Jinsong's eyes darkened, and he asked casually, "Do you like sea water or lake water?"

Feng He glanced at Meng Jinsong with some caution. This time he learned his lesson and said vaguely, "I like them all."

Meng Jinsong did not blame Feng Mingxian for his perfunctory statement. He just nodded slightly and stopped talking. He then sat down and watched the scenery like Feng He.

The wind in the lake is still very strong, fresh and cool, which makes people feel very comfortable, and they can also enjoy the beautiful lake view.

Feng He's shoulder-length hair was blown by the wind, and almost brushed Meng Jinsong's face and neck several times.

Meng Jinsong only felt an unusually soft touch, but there was no smell.

His mind moved and he moved slightly, a little further away from Feng He.

The boat was about to dock, and Fenghe could gradually see the scenery on the shore.

This seems to be a scenic spot, with sloping green and flat lawns and asphalt roads.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s not open, but I basically didn’t see any people here at Fenghe.

When the boat was completely docked, Feng He heard Meng Jinsong's pleasant and magnetic voice: "Get off the boat."

"Oh, okay."

Feng He pulled his legs back from the railing, stood up, patted his butt, and brushed off the dust on his skirt.

Meng Jinsong saw his movements, paused slightly, and walked alone in front of Feng He without saying anything.

Feng He touched his skirt, which felt wet and soft.

His eyes widened in surprise, what a comfortable fabric.

If this were sold on land, I wonder how much it would sell for.

Feng He was lost in thought when the system reminded him.

[Don't forget, you haven't put on your shoes yet.]

Feng He was startled, only then realizing that he had been barefoot the whole time. Because the deck was flat and clean, he didn't feel anything was wrong.

Now knowing this, Feng He stopped before going down.

Meng Jinsong in front seemed to have eyes on his back. Not long after Feng He stopped, he also stopped.

He turned and looked at Feng He. Feng He didn't look at him. Instead, she lowered her head and looked at her feet.

The toes were curled together and moved, a cute little gesture... the meaning was very obvious.

Meng Jinsong's mouth twitched, and he said, "Let me find you a pair of shoes. What size are your feet?"

Feng He was stunned. It seemed that mermaids had no concept of shoe sizes.

Seeing his dazed look, Meng Jinsong could guess that he was confused by the question.

He looked at Feng He quietly and sighed. He no longer placed his hopes on Feng He. He estimated the size of Feng He's feet and went to find shoes for him.

Feng He looked at Meng Jinsong's back, her two feet pressed together, her toes opening and closing, waiting for the shoes to be put on...

Meng Jinsong came back soon with a pair of slippers in his hands.

The slippers are woven from linen and have a Bohemian style.

It looks ancient and charming, and has a refreshing summer feeling.

Feng He stood on the deck, and Meng Jinsong was on land, which was flatter than the first one he was on.

Feng He subconsciously stretched out his feet.

Confronting Meng Jinsong.

When Meng Jinsong saw his actions, the veins on his forehead twitched twice. He raised his eyelids and looked at him expressionlessly.

His eyes were extremely cold and emotionless.

Feng He felt numb inside when she was looked at by him. Her mind was a mess and she still didn't understand where she had done wrong.

His movements were stiff and he didn't know how to change.

However, Meng Jinsong's expression just now seemed to be just for show, without any substantial harm.

On the contrary, his actions were faster than his brain. His hands naturally grasped Feng He's ankles and helped him put on his slippers.

After putting on one, he puts on the other one. He is very well-behaved.

When Meng Jinsong realized what he had done, he immediately shook his hands and stepped back, his face extremely dark, looking at Feng He as if he was looking at some unknown creature.

Then he walked away as if very annoyed.

Feng He seemed to hear him curse in a daze: "Fuck."

Feng He followed silently, muttering: "Why is this male protagonist like a schizophrenic..."

It seemed that there was a constant flow of low pressure around Meng Jinsong's body along the way. Feng He was afraid of being affected by this cold air, so she consciously kept a certain distance from Meng Jinsong.

Feng He walked on the soft and lush grass in slippers, feeling the cool breeze on her body.

A house with modern facilities appeared in front of Feng He. It was a high-end restaurant.

Meng Jinsong walked straight inside. Feng He's eyes lit up and she moved more quickly. She raised her legs and caught up with Meng Jinsong.

"Let's order."

Feng He started to order dishes excitedly. These were all land foods and land dishes, which as a mermaid he had never eaten before.

Feng He was a little embarrassed because he wanted to eat all these dishes.

He secretly glanced at Meng Jinsong, but saw him looking down at his phone, so Feng He quickly said to the waiter next to him: "Um... give me one portion of all these dishes."

He deliberately lowered his voice for fear that his sponsor, who was playing on his phone, might hear him.

The waiter, who was bending over and controlling his facial expressions very well, had a frozen expression on his face for a moment.

Huh? Did she hear right? It's not a small amount to serve all these dishes.

She looked up and confirmed with the beautiful woman with a very distinctive voice.

Feng He's determined eyes told her that she had not heard wrong.

The waiter looked dazed and went to tell the kitchen with floating steps.

Feng He was happy and satisfied. She clasped her hands together and waited excitedly for her meal.

He grabbed a rose in the glass bottle on the table, stroked the petals, and put his nose close to it to smell the fragrance of the rose.

He had never seen such a thing in the sea, and now even roses were a novelty to him.

Meng Jinsong raised his eyes slightly and looked at Feng He's actions and expressions speechlessly.

"Have you finished your order?"

Feng He glanced at Meng Jinsong and felt a little guilty, so he continued to play with the rose petals with his head down and nodded vaguely.

Meng Jinsong frowned. What happened just now? Why did he feel that the interest of the person in front of him suddenly dropped?