Little follower

Wen Sheng looked back a little uncomfortably.

As expected, Qiao Chen was staring at him with a clouded face.

Oh, he even brushed off the bully's face.

So floating.

"No. You," Qiao Chen said indifferently, pointing at him and then at himself, "you must come with me today."

"There are 40-year-old parents on the youngest one, and an eight-year-old younger sister." Wen Sheng said with a serious face, "You still expect me to refuse."

"No." Qiao Chen made him amused, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, but soon his expression gradually became bully again, "If you don't eat this meal today, I will dare to beat you up in the street, and let you eat it for the first time." The kind that hurts so much that I can’t get out of bed for two days.”

???

Wen Sheng was shocked.

Depend on.

What the f*cking fucked-up conversation is this?

In his body is now the soul of a 25-year-old adult man.

Wen Sheng sighed: "What do you want to eat?"

"Hotpot, I invite you." Qiao Chen said without hesitation, seeing that he accepted with humiliation, he immediately took out his phone and started to locate the location, "I'm starving to death."

Invite him to dinner?

Wen Sheng froze for a moment, and moved his fingers holding the plastic bag slightly.

I don't want to say it again, but it's still amazing.

From the previous life to the present, Ba Cao was the first person to take the initiative to invite him to dinner.

How should I put this feeling, it is quite strange, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a big surprise for him, because he has never encountered it before.

Joy slowly boiled in my heart, flowing sourly and softly throughout my body.

When she looked up at Qiao Chen, she felt that Ba Cao had a holy halo around her.

So handsome.

Wen Sheng went to check out with a plastic bag.

When Qiao Chen transferred the money, he also asked, "Did you buy washing powder to wash clothes?"

"Did you buy the dog leash to tie the dog?" Wen Sheng asked.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Qiao Chen stared at him and said.

Wen Sheng looked at him.

"Damn," Qiao Chen remained silent for a second, his expression remained unchanged, "you have to answer nonsense."

The head can be severed and the blood can flow.

Domineering majesty cannot be lost.

When they went out, they could feel the north wind in early autumn blowing a refreshing and heart-cooling swirl in front of them.

Qiao Chen hailed a taxi and went to the hot pot restaurant that he had booked in advance.

Wen Sheng sat in the back seat with him and sent a text message to Wen Yu with his mobile phone.

—My brother will go back later, go to bed first when sleepy, and send a text message to my brother when my parents come back.

Wen Yu's text message came back after two seconds.

-good.

The car is quite warm, and the seat cushions have been uniformly replaced with soft fur. It is very comfortable to sit on and sink in.

Wen Sheng put the bag by his feet, with the lower half of his face huddled in his coat, feeling a little drowsy.

Qiao Chen propped his elbows on his knees and looked at him beside him, to be precise, he was looking at the mobile phone on his stomach: "Is this mobile phone of yours a family heirloom?"

"What?" Wen Sheng raised his eyelids: "Do you despise classic heirlooms?"

"It's not that I said, it's a bit too classic." Qiao Chen opened the window a crack, and the cold wind came in, squeezing a little of the heating in the car: "Aren't you going to change your phone? It's about to shatter into pieces." Spider webs."

"I'll change it in two days." Wen Sheng said, feeling less sleepy after being swept away by the cold wind, and sat up straight with his body. "It's quite expensive."

"Change to a better one. It's not unreasonable to be expensive. At least you can play games." Qiao Chen said, "Look at your heirloom, what else can you play besides Tetris? You don't even have snakes."

"No." Wen Sheng smiled, pressed the screen, and it took several seconds for the screen to turn on.

I looked for it.

Not even Tetris.

Hey hey hey.

After the two got out of the car at the place, Wen Sheng took advantage of the cash to pay first. Qiao Chen didn't look too happy anyway, so he said with a cold face when he entered the door: "You are the first one who dares to talk to you." I rushed to pay the fare."

Wen Sheng was surprised.

Is this still something to be proud of?

To be honest, although he was very excited at the beginning, he actually didn't want Qiao Chen to invite him to dinner, or Qiao Chen could verbally invite him to dinner, but the two of them shared equally. In short, if Qiao Chen spent all the money, he would not be happy Comfortable, I always feel like I owe someone else, and I don’t feel good.

Maybe I have to pay back the favor in the end.

Thinking about it makes me feel blocked.

Wen Sheng tried to bring up such an idea with Qiao Chen, but was shocked and angrily dismissed by Qiao Chen, as if he had been insulted, with the words "You look down on my tyrannical treat" almost written all over his face. typeface.

"Come on." Qiao Chen rolled up his sleeves, "The hall and the box, choose a place to be beaten."

Wen Sheng was speechless: "I didn't mean that."

"What do you mean by that!" Qiao Chen yelled at him, "I said a treat is a treat, do you fucking look down on me?"

The volume of his voice is not low, this hot pot restaurant is very prosperous, and there are quite a lot of people at the moment, after yelling, a few people looked at them a few times, and Qiao Chen stared back at them.

Wen Sheng had a bit of a headache: "...Really not, I just..."

"Get out." Qiao Chen interrupted him, pointed at the door, glared at him and said, "Now, get out if you don't want to eat."

The waiter stood aside as if he wanted to adjust but was afraid of intensifying the conflict.

What Wen Sheng is most afraid of is this kind of people, people who say what they say indiscriminately, and people who don't give you a chance to explain anything.

It makes it impossible to guess the next step of thinking and practice.

Qiao Chen's temper is too irritable, Wen Sheng looked at him now as helplessly as he looked at his own ignorant son, hesitated for a while, and chose to tolerate his unreasonable troubles like an old father, turned around and carried the plastic bag Just walked out.

School bully is still school bully after all.

People who shouldn't be messed with should not be messed with.

It's so late.

Looking at the still bustling street at night, Wen Sheng sighed softly. Just as he was about to raise his hand to take a taxi back, his arm was held down.

Startled, he looked over.

Qiao Chen also ran out at some point, with a gloomy face.

"That..." Wen Sheng said softly, "I want to go home."

"Your share is the protection fee." Qiao Chen let go of him and said coldly.

"What?" Wen Sheng didn't understand.

"Don't you understand the protection fee?" Qiao Chen was a little impatient, "Now you have a meal with me, Wu Dafan dare not come to you for three months."

"But you have to choose to go home now..." Qiao Chen turned and walked into the store, "I guarantee you will be disturbed by him this week."

He had a bad tone just now, and he didn't know if Wen Sheng could choose to come back after hearing what he said, but judging by the doormat's appearance, he seemed to be a master who would take soft things rather than hard things, so it was useless to say that.

He was really afraid of eating alone.

Fortunately, not long after he stood there, there was the sound of pushing the door behind him, and it was the first time for Qiao Chen to feel that the creaking sound could bring him such a strong sense of security.

The sound of plastic bags creaking.

Wen Sheng sighed behind him.

Doormats love to sigh.

Qiao Chen lowered his head and smiled.

The mood is gradually clearing

There is a large pile of meat on the table, and a small basket of vegetables looks very eye-catching in the corner.

"Want wine?" Qiao Chen asked.

"I don't want to drink, thank you." Wen Sheng said, taking a look at the large table full of mutton, "There are so many, can you finish all of this?"

"I never fight unprepared." Qiao Chen began to put meat in it, "If it wasn't for breaking the law, I would have eaten you just now."

What the hell is this man talking about?

No matter how you listen to it, you are so pissed off.

The soup base of this hot pot is said to be super delicious, and it smells very fragrant. Looking at the bubbling fresh soup, Wen Sheng's stomach seems to be empty again not long after eating the dumplings.

Qiao Chen poured him a glass of fat house happy water and pushed it over.

"Thank you." Wen Sheng said, and slowly started eating meat with his chopsticks: "Why don't you drink?"

"Do I look like someone who can drink?" Qiao Chen raised his eyelids.

Wen Sheng smiled: "Anyway, it's not like pouring in a glass."

"Oh, then there's nothing I can do." Qiao Chen put down his chopsticks and looked at him seriously, "I'm just pouring in a glass."

The temperature in the private room was quite high, the hot pot was a mandarin duck, and the spicy one was on the other side. Through the steaming mist of the hot pot, Wen Sheng could see a thin layer of sweat on Qiao Chen's forehead.

"Enough!" Qiao Chen lowered his head and took a sip of Coca-Cola, exhaling, it looked quite spicy.

Wen Sheng ate the clear soup contentedly, and couldn't understand this thrill-seeking behavior: "Why do you want it so spicy?"

A thick layer of spicy red oil was evidently floating on Qiao Chen's pot.

"I like it." Qiao Chen was a little tongue-tied, but his tone was still quite domineering.

"As long as you're happy," Wen Sheng said.

"Then why don't you eat spicy food?" Qiao Chen asked again.

Wen Sheng glanced at him: "I'm sick."

Stomach disease.

The kind that will die if you don't pay attention.

Don't make me eat spicy food.

"Damn." Qiao Chen stared at him for a few seconds, "Does that idiot Wu Dafan know that you speak so bluntly?"

"I don't know." Wen Sheng dipped the ingredients slowly and stuffed his mouth with mutton, "But Wang Yang should have a little understanding."

Qiao Chen on the opposite side didn't speak for a long time.

Staring at him like he's been stabbed.

Wen Sheng took a sip of Coke: "I'm not right?"

Qiao Chen raised his eyebrows, folded his arms and leaned back on the chair, staring at him intently, if there was something in his eyes, it was probably a little more pondering.

"I found you," Qiao Chen said, "it seems to be different from what I knew before."

The chopsticks that Wen Sheng was planning to pick up the mutton suddenly stopped in mid-air.

A little flustered.jpg.

Across the hot mist of the hot pot.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes.

Mommy is going to cry.

"What's the difference?" Wen Sheng pretended nothing happened, and cleared his throat.

Qiao Chen was silent for a few seconds, and said without cultural background: "It's poorer than I thought before."

Wen Sheng's eyes widened.

Depend on!

Does this matter have anything to do with his anti-killing Wang Yang!

Don't change the subject too obviously!

Go back and practice your acting skills, Master Bacao!