Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

Wu Queque turned around and saw a strange young man waving at him excitedly.

"you do not know?"

Ji Cha looked at him in blank dismay.

While speaking, the young man has already stepped up to Wu Que Que's side.

"Queque, my name is Lu Zeyu, and I'm your fan."

Wu Queque froze for a moment, then subconsciously nodded her thanks.

Lu Zeyu clasped his hands behind his back, clenched his right hand and tapped the palm of his left hand lightly.

Wow, Que Que looks better in real life than in the live broadcast.

Eating at this restaurant was indeed the right choice.

It was the first time for Wu Queque to face her fans directly, and she was a little at a loss.

He looked at Ji Cha, and asked after getting his consent: "Well... want to have lunch together?"

Lu Zeyu's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded in response.

As soon as he pulled out the chair, the phone in his pocket rang.

Lu Zeyu's expression was slightly stiff, and he asked a little nervously: "Well, my brother wants to eat with me, do you mind having more people?"

Wu Queque and Ji Cha looked at each other and nodded.

Anyway, they are not familiar with each other, and there is no difference between one more person and two people.

Ji Cha is not a talkative character, especially when facing strangers.

But at the moment he couldn't bear it anymore.

The location they chose was not remote, although there was a screen around it, it was diagonally facing the door.Otherwise, Lu Zeyu would not easily see them.

But Lu Zeyu seemed worried that his brother would not be able to find a seat, and since he sat down, he looked towards the door frequently.

His expression was complicated, looking forward to it, but also seemed a little nervous.

"Your brother……"

Ji Cha considered his words.

Hearing the voice, Lu Zeyu seemed to have suddenly remembered, and introduced to the two of them: "My brother's name is Lu Xinghan."

"what?"

"cough cough"

Wu Queque didn't swallow a mouthful of hot water, and managed to choke herself.

Lu Xinghan!

Ji Cha supported him and patted his back.

"Are you okay?"

Wu Queque waved her hands with a blushing face, her head spinning rapidly, thinking about whether she had a good excuse to leave early.

"Well, I suddenly thought—"

Before Wu Queque finished speaking, she saw a familiar figure walking towards them.

"how?"

Ji Cha was puzzled.

"No, it's fine."

Wu Queque said as she shook her head, took a sip of hot water from her cup.

Lu, Lu Xinghan, how can he wear glasses?

The thin gold-rimmed glasses greatly weakened the sense of aggression between Lu Xinghan's brows, and paired with a neat black suit, he looked refined and abstinent.

Wu Queque didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit it.

This look poked him.

Lu Xinghan...he's a pretty nice person too.

He doesn't eat wild sparrows either, and he hasn't deducted his salary yet...

I met last night, and I crushed walnuts for him to eat...

Holding the cup, Wu Queque glanced at Lu Xinghan again indiscriminately.

I feel more and more that I was afraid of him before and avoided him, which is really inappropriate.

"Mr. Lu."

Ji Cha stood up.

Wu Queque stood up, raised her eyes to look at Lu Xinghan and couldn't help showing him a faint smile.

Lu Xinghan nodded, curling his fingers hanging by his side.

The tits are suddenly not afraid of him?

Lu Xinghan looked nonchalantly at Wu Queque, who was whispering to Ji Cha, his eyes stopped on the dimples that were faintly visible on both sides of his cheeks.

There was a slight itch in my heart.

And Wu Queque was being questioned by Ji Cha at the moment.

"Do you like Mr. Lu?"

"Ok?"

Like Lu Xinghan?

Is it the one he thought he liked?

Seeing that Wu Queque didn't deny it immediately, Ji Cha already agreed with most of this guess in his heart.

He frowned unconsciously, and a glint of darkness flashed across his eyes.

Mr. Lu heard that he has a good reputation, but how can a rich man not be a bit dirty?

"You really like him?"

Wu Queque no longer struggled with which one he was talking about, she quickly shook her head and said in a low voice, "No, I didn't like him."

Ji Cha cast a glance at him and stopped talking.

Wanted to run away before meeting, but was reluctant to leave after seeing someone.

Isn't this a typical crush situation in TV dramas?

Lu Zeyu looked at the few people who were silent, and picked up the chopsticks first.

"Have a meal?"

The food tastes very good.

Wu Queque took a sip and was whetted by appetite.He didn't bother to look at Lu Xinghan anymore, he just buried himself in eating.

Lu Xinghan's eyes lingered on Wu Queque for a few seconds, then moved away as if nothing had happened.

The way he eats is more like a small tit.

Pretty cute.

Lu Xinghan commented frankly from the bottom of his heart.

Ji Cha has been paying attention to Lu Xinghan since he started eating, and when he saw his gaze sweeping over Wu Queque intentionally or unintentionally, his heart skipped a beat and gradually sank.

Lu Xinghan wouldn't have any plans for Queque, would he?

He doesn't believe in the so-called love at first sight.

"Ji Chacha, these shrimp balls are so delicious."

Wu Queque's voice suddenly came, interrupting Ji Cha's thoughts of falling into memories.

He nodded, took a sip of the shrimp balls, and was about to speak when he heard a voice from the opposite side.

"good."

It was Lu Xinghan.

Wu Queque raised her eyes to look at Lu Xinghan, slightly surprised, and then a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons.

"right."

His voice carried the pride of being recognized.

Ji Cha swallowed what he wanted to say, and looked straight at Lu Xinghan.

Lu Xinghan glanced at him, his expression normal.

Ji Cha lowered his head and thought to himself: What exactly does Lu Xinghan mean?

When Wu Queque finished eating, the others put down their chopsticks one after another.

Lu Zeyu stood up and stopped Ji Cha who was going to check out, and shook his phone at him.

"No need to go, the bill has been settled, let's go."

Ji Cha glanced at Lu Xinghan, then turned to look at Wu Queque.

"Queque, do you want to go back together?"

Wu Queque shook her head, "Sister Yue has something to do with me, so I won't go back."

He planned to go directly to Lu Xinghan's villa when he came out of the company and find the little brocade box.

After Ji Cha left, Lu Zeyu immediately went to Wu Queque's side, and asked actively, "I happen to be going to the company too, can you come with me, Queque?"

Wu Queque nodded in agreement, after a meal, everyone is good friends.

"That--"

Just as Lu Zeyu was about to take out his mobile phone to hail a taxi, he heard Lu Xinghan say, "I'll pick up the car."

Yes, his brother still has a car.

Lu Zeyu put away his phone, feeling lost.

The chance to have a friendly chat with Queque was gone again.

After Lu Xinghan left, Wu Queque wandered to a milk tea shop on the side of the road and bought a cup of milk tea.

Taro-flavored, with coconut and pearls added.

After Lu Zeyu sighed and turned around, he saw Wu Queque holding a cup of milk tea in his hand.

"you……"

"My brother doesn't allow anyone to eat in the car."

Wu Queque shook her hand, and the milk tea almost came out.

At this moment, Lu Xinghan stopped beside them in his car.

"superior--"

Lu Xinghan's voice stopped, his eyes fell on the milk tea in Wu Queque's hand, and his brows furrowed instantly.

Seeing his frowning, Wu Queque quickly threw the milk tea in his hand into the trash can beside him.

"……boarding."

Lu Xinghan paused, his brows relaxed, and he continued.

The distance from the restaurant to the company is not far, and it only takes ten minutes by car.

Along the way, the car was particularly quiet.

Wu Queque was mourning the milk tea she had only had two sips of, and Lu Zeyu wanted to talk to her, but she didn't have the guts.

As for Lu Xinghan, it was even more impossible to chat.

"Thank you!"

The car stopped in the company garage, Wu Queque opened the door, got out of the car and thanked Lu Xinghan earnestly.

At the same time, the car leaned into a car behind.

Wenxuan's slow-moving phone call suddenly stopped, he sat up straight, threw himself in front of the car window, and stared at the car and people obliquely ahead.

A small anchor and tens of millions of cars?