I send cookies to the villain [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Mian vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But he knew little about the human world, and he didn't know much about Lu Huaicheng.

He blamed his incomprehension on his own delusion.

He took the biscuit box back into his arms, and felt a little pity, "Then I'll see you off next time."

If Lu Huaicheng accepts it, more progress should be made.

Lu Huaicheng nodded, and seemed to remind him unintentionally, "Just send some ordinary biscuits in the future."

After Shen Mian seriously responded and made a few gestures, he raised his foot, "Let's go, let's go eat."

Shen Mian hesitated for a moment, followed behind him, and asked tentatively, "A treat for me?"

Lu Huaicheng was thinking about the biscuits when he heard this and cast a sideways glance at Shen Mian.

There was tension and confusion on Shen Mian's face, so it was obvious that he didn't want to invite him to dinner.

Lu Huaicheng immediately suppressed all the complex emotions in his heart, and said helplessly in his voice, "You don't need to pay."

As for the biscuits made by Shen Mian, no matter how sincere they are, they still have intentions in them.

He can't do anything to play with people's hearts.

Shen Mian didn't know that Lu Huaicheng still mentally stopped on the biscuits.

He felt that today's biscuits had already fulfilled his small goal, so he put all his heart on lunch, and when Lu Huaicheng said that he would pay for it, he immediately rolled his eyes with a smile.

Teeth are also exposed.

Feeling that he was smiling too happily, he pursed his lips and wanted to stop it, but the smile didn't fade all the way.

Lu Huaicheng didn't speak much, but he ate a lot more than usual.

It's not that I suddenly felt an appetite.

Just curious that the food in this restaurant is really so delicious?

When he put down his chopsticks, Shen Mian was still eating. When the food he ordered was almost finished, he saw Shen Mian put down his hands and rubbed his belly.

The belly wrapped in short sleeves seemed to be swollen and round.

Outlined under the touch of his palm.

Lu Huaicheng took one more look, then another, and couldn't help but said, "Don't overeat every time, your body is prone to problems."

Shen Mian was holding a bayberry juice and sipping it. Hearing this, he touched his stomach again, and replied to Lu Huaicheng in confusion, "I'm not full."

He was able to eat enough at the beginning, but now he is very proficient in being a human being, and he will stop when he almost eats.

Lu Huaicheng naturally didn't believe it.

Shen Mian is thin and weak, and doesn't look like a very edible person.

But he only stopped at a reminder.

After all...he glanced at the dishes on the table, and then at Shen Mian's clothes, maybe Shen Mian wouldn't be able to eat them normally.

Otherwise, it would not be to the point of reselling biscuits.

"I'm really not full. I usually eat that much." When Shen Mian left with him, she was still explaining.

"We will have dinner together in the future, you will know."

Lu Huaicheng swiped his card, and when he heard his words, he turned to look at Shen Mian.

Shen Mian's face was full of seriousness.

Lu Huaicheng looked down, glanced at Shen Mian's belly covered by a loose T-shirt, and looked forward, "Let's talk about it later."

What a little liar.

Already starting to plan for his next meal.

Shen Mian separated from him at the hotel entrance, and said goodbye to Lu Huaicheng happily.

Then he took the biscuit and went home to rest without hesitation.

Work is settled.

Although the progress is strange, it has reached 20/100.

"I think the task will be completed soon." Shen Mian leaned on the sofa while watching TV, eating a luxurious biscuit set, and thinking about the future.

Every cookie in the box is delicious.

The dregs of the matcha cookie crispy, after eating, there is still a refreshing feeling in the mouth.

Bear biscuits mixed with almonds are bitter and crispy, and soft cookies are soft and fluffy, but not too greasy.

Shen Mian ate half of the box in one go.

001 couldn't eat it, so he looked at it anxiously, saw Shen Mian stop, and pushed the biscuit box towards him, "Eat it, you can make money buying biscuits for Lu Huaicheng, we can still buy them in a few days. "

Shen Mian thought of extra money, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched his hand into the biscuit box, biting a small round biscuit, and said vaguely to 001, "Why doesn't Lu Huaicheng eat such delicious biscuits?"

001 didn't quite understand either, "Anyway, it's fine if the progress bar moves."

After Shen Mian finished eating the biscuits, he ordered another box of cheese sandwich biscuits, and set an alarm for tomorrow.

·

Bookstore work is not busy.

And there is no need to contact bad colleagues, Shen Mian himself likes it very much.

He familiarized himself with the placement of the books, and sat in front of the counter to watch TV shows with the boss.

The owner's surname is Song.

Ms. Song watched TV dramas by herself, but she didn't show them to him. Seeing that there was no one in the store, she pointed to the bookshelf behind her, "If you're okay, just read some books."

Shen Mian looked away from the computer screen reluctantly, took out a book, and read it.

Before turning a page, he yawned first.

Ms. Song took a sip of hot tea from her teacup, and when she turned her head, she saw Shen Mian dozing off, and the book was still on the first page.

She turned up the volume of the TV, and Shen Mian immediately woke up, stared at the words on the book for a few seconds, and then closed it.

He looked at Ms. Song carefully, "Shall I check the inventory?"

"It's just past o'clock in the morning." Ms. Song has a good memory.

She adjusted the glasses with metal frames, put down the crochet needle in her hand, took out another book from under the cabinet, and threw Shen Mian a ball of thread and a needle.

"You look like you dozed off while reading, really..."

Shen Mian hugged the ball of thread and smiled embarrassedly.

Ms. Song looked dazed for a while, then continued to lower her head and hook the doll in her hand.

The threads of various colors were in good order under her hands, and soon became the doll's arms, hats, and clothes.

Shen Mian gestured with the needle in her hand, then secretly went to see Ms. Song again.

"See what's useful for me, read the book first." Ms. Song tapped the book on Shen Mian's knee with a crochet hook, "I learned from that book back then."

"You are still young, you can't just think about living in this bookstore for the rest of your life. You can't read books, so you should think about learning some crafts."

Shen Mian didn't quite understand.

He thought for a while and said, "It's good to be in the bookstore."

Ms. Song didn't even look at him, "That's the better one you haven't seen before."

The movements of her hands gradually slowed down, and she said without thinking, "I used to only want to open a bookstore in the county, but three years ago, I opened eighteen bookstores across the country."

Shen Mian calculated how much money he could make with his incomprehensible mind, but he didn't.

But now such a small bookstore can produce dozens of books a day, and it seems that a batch of tutoring materials have been shipped back recently.

"and then?"

"It's all closed." Ms. Song said casually.

She suddenly asked, "You've been in City C, have you heard of Shen Bohong?"

Shen Mian nodded.

Shen Zhaoyi's father.

It can be regarded as his father.

Ms. Song moved her lips, wanted to say something, but suppressed it again, "Read more."

Shen Mian had no choice but to hold the crocheting tutorial and started to learn after stumbles.

It's just that the bookstore was busy after school, so he didn't have time to deliver biscuits to Lu Huaicheng until the end of lunch time.

Lu Huaicheng took the biscuit and looked at his sweaty forehead, "What's the hurry?"

Shen Mian couldn't speak, so she pursed her lips and smiled.

Lu Huaicheng went to the convenience store to buy a bottle of drink, and the cold bottle stuck to Shen Mian's face.

"I told you to wait for you, but I won't run away."

Shen Mian held the bottle in both hands to cool down, and whispered to Lu Huaicheng, "You didn't say that."

Lu Huaicheng really didn't say anything.

Shen Mian asked him if he had time and asked him to meet at the school gate.

Lu Huaicheng replied with one word.

Ok.

Lu Huaicheng looked at him with raised eyelids.

Sometimes he thinks that Shen Mian is stupid, and sometimes he thinks it's all Shen Mian's faking.

But most of the time, it's hard to tell if Shen Mian is pretending to be stupid or really stupid.

Like now.

He simply ignored Shen Mian's words, shook the biscuit in his hand, and seemed to mention it casually, "Where's the box of biscuit from yesterday?"

Shen Mian blinked, "Eat."

"Have you eaten?" Lu Huaicheng raised his eyes and stared at his face.

Shen Mian blinked guiltily, her eyelashes trembling, "Then shall I return the money to you?"

Lu Huaicheng squeezed out two words, "No need."

It can't be said that there is nothing wrong with Shen Mian eating, but he just doesn't like it.

Thinking of this, he put the biscuit in Shen Mian's hand again.

Shen Mian was holding the biscuit, feeling anxious.

After taking two steps, Lu Huaicheng reached out and took the biscuit away.

Only Shen Mian stood there in a daze.

The progress bar fluctuated, and finally the increase was zero, and it remained at 20.

Shen Mian sighed, turned around and walked towards the bookstore, comforting herself, "At least I made 40 yuan."

In the afternoon, Ms. Song took out a sun hat.

I don't know if it was because of the conversation in the morning, or because she was about to go out on her original schedule.

After giving Shen Mian a few simple instructions, she said that she would come back before school in the afternoon, and then she left the bookstore.

Shen Mian is obediently holding a book and learning how to crochet.

I learned decently in one afternoon.

It's just that after school time, the street became lively, and he didn't see Ms. Song come back.

Instead, he saw Lu Huaicheng.

Lu Huaicheng walked into the bookstore with four or five familiar teenagers, talking and laughing.

When they went to pick out the tutoring books, Lu Huaicheng stood at the door and stared at Shen Mian.

After being watched by him for a while, Shen Mian buried her head in the book that had just been taken off the table, and picked it up again.

Lu Huaicheng came over to help him, and asked Shen Mian in a low voice, "You deliberately blocked me?"

When he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, and his half-raised eyes had some unpredictable expressions.

"I don't have one." Shen Mian looked around his black earrings and eyes, feeling extremely beautiful.

As he thought about it, he explained, "I work here."

Lu Huaicheng wanted to say something more.

A group of people have already walked over here.

He clapped his hands and took two steps back.

Zhong Qi didn't notice anything unusual, and happily walked out with the book in his arms.

Shen Mian called out, "Student, you haven't paid me yet."

"Give me the money?" Zhong Qi turned his head to look at him, showing his big white teeth in a smile.

"We never give money for books."

Several other boys smiled cooperatively, "Yes!"

"Don't you know that we are the arrogant little group of No. [-] Middle School?"

Shen Mian stood there in a daze, turning her eyes to Lu Huaicheng for help.

"What's the name, it's so ugly." Xiao Jing said with disgust.

The boy next to him said cheerfully, "Why don't you pick one up? Tyrannosaurus rex? How about just taking money and not paying?"

Zhong Qi looked at Shen Mian who was at a loss, and asked casually, "Which class are you from? Why are you so dumb?"

Shen Mian said weakly, "I'm not..."

With a smile in his eyes, Lu Huaicheng kicked Zhong Qi, "Give me the money."

"Hey?" Zhong Qi didn't know why, but he touched his pocket and took out his wallet, "All right, give me the money."

"Cooperate with the little boy and give the money."

Shen Mian took it and found the change again.

Zhong Qi stretched out his hand again, "Come on, this month's profit."

Shen Mian's eyes widened, she protected the drawer, and whispered to them, "It's wrong to collect protection fees."

Zhong Qi thrust his waist, made a vicious look, and was about to speak, when Lu Huaicheng kicked him again, "Is it your shop or mine?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Mian and walked out first.

"It's almost the same." Zhong Qi restrained his arrogance, scratched his head, followed Lu Huaicheng's pace, and when he walked out, he reminded Shen Mian, "Look through Ms. Song's account book. Brother Lu usually keeps accounts. of."