After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

In the end, Qiao Ying still couldn't finish the food on the table.

The taste here is good, but it is too spicy.

After Qiao Ying ate a third, she couldn't help opening her mouth and exhaling lightly, and the tip of her nose was sweating because she couldn't bear it.

Chang Jiao couldn't eat, so he had to chew bread beside him, when he suddenly heard a soft "hiss", looked up but was stunned.

Qiao Ying lowered her head slightly, her slender eyelashes couldn't catch the physiological tears overflowing from his eyes, and the eyelashes like a small brush were also wet and closed together.There are tiny beads of sweat on the tip of the nose, and the light-colored lips are slightly swollen, opened a little, and turned into a beautiful bright red by the heat, looking red and white, as if a layer of bright lipstick has been applied on it, but it makes people wonder, what? What kind of lipstick can bring out such a person.

It looked like... being swollen by someone's kiss.

Probably because it was too spicy, Qiao Ying subconsciously stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, a layer of moist water was attached to it, the scarlet tip of her tongue rolled over, then retracted, looming between the slightly parted lips.

...more like that now.

This appearance is very attractive, but Qiao Ying's face is still cold, her complexion is cold, her brows are slightly frowned, her face is fair and porcelain.

Chang Jiao's heart skipped a beat at first, and then started beating crazily, like beating a drum, each time becoming more intense.

Chang Jiao's eyes suddenly sank, as if a black vortex had been rolled up inside, constantly stirring in it, and was firmly suppressed by him.

"Brother..." Chang Jiao's voice became more difficult than ever, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he felt a little puzzled towards Qiao Ying, "Can we change to another one? Eating such spicy food in the morning is not good for the stomach. "

Qiao Ying hesitated for a moment, put down the knife and fork, nodded, "Then let's go."

Chang Jiao stood up happily.

Qiao Ying took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, then threw it into the trash can, and walked out of the restaurant with him. The photographer followed behind them step by step, like a voiceless ghost, but everywhere.

Chang Jiao glanced at the street, "Brother, wait for me here, I'll be right back."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the destination he was looking at with his long legs. There was a small shop in that area, and a drink shop was next to it.

Chang Jiao quickly finished shopping for what she wanted, and walked back with the bag in one hand and the box in the other.

However, before reaching the place, when he raised his eyes and saw the scene not far away, his pupils suddenly darkened.

He took three steps at a time and walked quickly behind Qiao Ying. As soon as he entered the shooting range, his appearance suddenly became a little aggrieved, and he obediently called out, "Brother, I'm back."

Qiao Ying turned around, "What did you do?"

Chang Jiao handed over the things in his hand, glanced at the person behind Qiao Ying, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Brother, why did Chu Yu come here? Didn't he and Lin Huaiyun go to investigate together?"

Chang Jiao's complexion was not good, and Chu Yu's complexion behind Qiao Ying was not so good. The two collided, and the air was filled with silent gunpowder smoke.

Qiao Ying took the hot dog box from Chang Jiao's hand, "I happened to meet him, he said that he accidentally walked away with Lin Huaiyun, and when he was looking for someone, he saw me and came here."

Chang Jiao didn't believe Chu Yu's nonsense at all, just such a small number of people, the other party clearly threw away Lin Huaiyun and the photographer and came to find Qiao Ying.

He was a wolf with a big tail at all, but Qiao Ying was deceived by his clumsy lies.

Chang Jiao withdrew his gaze with a half-smile, and obediently said: "I see, brother, eat quickly. I heard they said that the food made by this restaurant is delicious, and the taste is not so heavy. I didn't ask the store to put lettuce that my brother doesn't like. .”

Qiao Ying took a bite and said vaguely, "Chu Yu, when are you going to find someone?"

Chu Yu looked at the hot dog that had been bitten by him and was missing a neat cut, "Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Qiao, I'm hungry, where did you buy this? I want to buy one too."

Qiao Ying shook her head, her taste buds and stomach, which were devastated by the spicy taste, relaxed a little at the same time, and her mood also eased a lot, "Ask Chang Jiao, I didn't buy it."

Chang Jiao glanced at Chu Yu, his face was cold, and his tone was not very polite, "It's over there, I think Mr. Chu can go by himself."

He turned to Qiao Ying, and smiled softly: "Brother, let's go and start investigating. I just asked. The flower shop at the entrance of the town is more famous here, and the cafe over there... I know Ask clearly, I will take my brother to see."

Qiao Ying nodded, "I'll go first, Chu Yu, go by yourself."

Chu Yu watched Chang Jiao pull the man away from under his nose, and before leaving, he looked back, with contempt and a touch of complacency in his eyes, clearly embarrassed.

Chu Yu: "..."

He was almost mad with anger, holding back his stomach full of swear words.

When Lin Huaiyun came to look for him, what he saw was such a gloomy face, so black that it seemed to be dripping water.

He reluctantly called out, "Mr. Chu."

Chu Yu looked like he was about to kill someone, and asked, "So where are you going to investigate?"

"The restaurant at the end of the street, what?"

Chu Yu's tone was uncompromising, and a little tough, "Don't go to the restaurant, go to the flower shop in Zhenkou."

Lin Huaiyun frowned imperceptibly, "This was decided before, why did you suddenly change it?"

They all lowered their voices and turned off the radio headsets. The photographer was far away, and only the two of them could hear them.

Chu Yu twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, and mouthed: "Unless you want to see Mr. Qiao being snatched away by Chang."

The two rivals in love who were not in the same team as Qiao Ying, were not in the same room, and were not walking together were silent for a while, and for the first time reached an unspeakable tacit understanding invisibly.

Lin Huaiyun's complexion paled a lot, and the gentle smile on his face faded, "Where else is there besides the flower shop?"

Chu Yu repeated what Chang Jiao said before, and the two set off together, walking in the direction where Qiao Ying disappeared before.

Qiao Ying took a sip of the cold drink that Chang Jiao handed over, her eyelids suddenly twitched at this moment, and her movements also paused.

Chang Jiao asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Qiao Ying blinked, and reached out to touch her lower eyelids, "It's nothing, my eyelids twitched, maybe I didn't sleep well."

Chang Jiao reminded: "Big brother goes to bed early at night." He quietly covered the headset, and said almost in a breathy voice: "I'll go find my brother this morning, and remember to leave the door open for me."

Qiao Ying looked up at him, with two big characters written in her eyes: Why keep the door open?Didn't you disobey me, and walked over the balcony again this morning?

Chang Jiao understood this sentence, curled her lips and began to show pity, "Brother, I didn't mean to, I wanted to go through the door, but someone had already got up, so I had to go through the window."

He held back his mouth, "Brother, I don't want to, I also want to leave the door, can you not be angry with me?"

Qiao Ying glanced at him, but said nothing, her attitude was a bit vague and indifferent.

Chang Jiao was a little flustered, hesitated for a moment, and raised the hand that was accidentally scratched yesterday, "Look, brother, I accidentally hurt my hand, and I don't want to turn over the balcony."

Qiao Ying lowered her head and glanced, there was a fleshy scar on the back of Chang Jiao's white hand, and a transparent wound was pasted on it.

He had been hiding his hands on his back intentionally or unintentionally before, and Qiao Ying couldn't see it, but now he spread them out in order to show misery.

Qiao Ying's face changed slightly, his face became a little colder, and he let go of his hand covering the headset, and glared at Chang Jiao.

The latter had a guilty conscience, which was well concealed, "Brother, I really didn't mean to get hurt." After a pause, he said softly, "It hurts when I rowed."

Qiao Ying glanced at him, her face was slightly cold, she didn't say anything, and walked straight to the flower shop.

Chang Jiao hurriedly followed.

They lowered their voices when they spoke before, and raised their voices in the next sentence. The movement of stopping was honestly recorded in the camera, and simultaneously transmitted to the live broadcast room.

[Why do I feel that Brother Qiao is a little angry...]

[I think so too, God Anxi is like a little daughter-in-law, wait, what kind of strange metaphor am I talking about, by the way, God Anxi is so beautiful that I can't close my legs. ]

[Did God Anxi make Brother Qiao angry?hiss. ]

[I ate the pair of bamboo horses and bamboo horses!So fragrant really. ]

[Well, I double-checked the live broadcast room between Actor Lin and Brother Qiao. I think something...is not quite right. If I know too much, I will be killed and silenced...]

Chang Jiao didn't have time to care about the photographer behind him, so he stuck tightly behind Qiao Ying.

The flower shop he mentioned earlier is at the entrance of the town. It is very large and covers an area of ​​about two to three hundred square meters. The proprietress is a blonde woman in a bohemian dress, and beside her is a beautiful mixed-race girl, very young. , only about eighteen or nine years old.

When he arrived at the place, Qiao Ying wrote down the basic situation of the surroundings, stood outside and looked at the decoration inside through the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, thought for a while, wrote down the data and his first impression in the notebook, and then opened the door and went in.

The blond-haired proprietress got up from behind the long dark brown table and greeted her, and asked in poor English, "Hello, what do you want to buy?"

The proprietress's English is not very good, she speaks like a tongue twister, which sounds very awkward, mixed with a local accent.

Qiao Ying didn't understand, and her expression was a little puzzled.

The mixed-race girl behind her glanced this way, shouted the pronunciation of the word "Mom" in the native language, which was similar to Chinese, and after a few words, the proprietress backed away.

The mixed-race girl came out from behind the stage and said in proficient Chinese, "Hello, what do you want?"

Qiao Ying was slightly stunned, and the mixed-race girl explained with a smile: "My grandfather is Chinese, so I understand Chinese since I was a child, and my mother only knows our language, so it is often difficult to communicate."

Qiao Ying nodded, simplified the recording of the program and tasks, and then told her.

The mixed-race girl nodded knowingly, "So that's the case, I know." She smiled at the photographer, "Please take a better picture of me, thank you."

Regarding the simulated business, Qiao Ying first ruled out restaurants, followed by industrial products and traditional handicrafts, picking and choosing, and finally his first choice was cafes, cold drink shops, and flower shops, which were more relaxed. And also be able to get started proficiently.

After hearing his thoughts, 006 took the liberty to ask: [I have read your profile, and you seem to be particularly interested in and proficient in cooking, and even opened a well-received restaurant. Say, you can't cook. 】

Qiao Ying was silent for a while, and then said something ambiguous and confusing, 【That's not me, that's just a doll. 】He lowered his voice, 【006, I like food, but I don't like cooking. 】

The life in the materials was never his life, it was a life that floated on the script and had nothing to do with him.

006 stopped talking, and Qiao Ying began to think about simulated management.

If you want to operate, you must first have a source of goods, and if you have a source of goods, you must have the ability, and then a source of customers. The source of customers can be attracted by publicity or other channels, and then it can be regarded as a store that has already started.

Regarding the sources of goods and customers, Qiao Ying plans to observe other stores first and collect information for reference.

It's just that he didn't know if the shopkeeper would be willing to share these things, and luck played a large part in this trip.

The half-race girl understood his reason for coming, nodded thoughtfully, and told him the basic situation without hesitation.

Qiao Ying listened carefully, and wrote them down in the notebook one by one. Chang Jiao looked at him eagerly from the side, wanting to be coquettish but worried about disturbing him, which was even more self-defeating.

The mixed-race girl thought for a while, and then said: "If you want to run a flower shop, you can come to us. We also provide supplies here, not only from outside sources. The large flower garden behind the mountain is also signed by the owner of the town. supplied to us by contract."

Qiao Ying nodded, her face was serious and serious, "Okay, if it is confirmed that this is the case, I will let you know, thank you."

The half-race girl looked at him with a smile and asked, "Little handsome boy, I don't know your name yet? My name is Heidi Charles."

"Joe Ying."

The mixed-race girl's eyes lit up slightly, she praised her nicely, she blinked, her golden eyelashes fluttered, and she spoke out her thoughts openly.

"Since you have told me the name, why not exchange the contact information by the way, so that it will be convenient for you to contact me in the future."

Hearing this, if Chang Jiao didn't know what she was thinking, then he would be as stupid as Chu Yu.

The author has something to say: Chang Jiao: Hehe.