On the first day of the holiday, thinking about going grocery shopping, Song Yuran got up early.

While washing in the bathroom, she stared at her bleary-eyed self in the mirror.

Suddenly realized... I seemed to get up early on weekends for two consecutive weeks, and I blamed my immediate boss for the reason.

She paused, and continued brushing her teeth after a while.

never mind.

Anyway, staying at home alone is boring.

She knew Huo Qingzhi's taste very well, and naturally it didn't take much trouble to buy vegetables. She originally planned to buy the ingredients before going there, but just as she was about to go out, Mr. Huo called.

"Crooked." Song Yuran bent over to change his shoes, and said, "I'm going out now, and I'm going to buy groceries. I'll be there before 11 o'clock."

"I'll buy it with you."

Song Yuran paused for a moment, and quickly responded without thinking too much.

There was less traffic in the morning on the rest day, and it took five minutes faster than expected to arrive downstairs at Huo Qing's house. After she sent a message, she rested her chin and looked out the window in boredom.

The surrounding area is very quiet, with the occasional wind blowing and the rustling of the leaves, maybe it rained last night, the air is full of the scent of green grass, and the ground is so dry that only shallow puddles of water remain.

Song Yuran raised his head and glanced at the sky, but he couldn't see the sun, and it wasn't clear if there were too many dark clouds.

This kind of weather is suitable for going out and playing.

She glanced at the time, it was just after ten o'clock.

Regular footsteps sounded in the quiet air, high-heeled shoes stepping on the tiles, from blurred to clear, from far to near, again and again.

Song Yuran turned her head, and she saw Huo Qingzhi coming out of the unit door.

Originally, he just glanced at it casually, but when he saw it clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Today's Mr. Huo, the skirt has obviously been carefully selected. The smoky blue mesh skirt looks very summery. His hair is casually scattered on his shoulders, and a few strands fall on his chest.

She is very aware of Huo Qingzhi's good clothes, and she usually pays attention to her image, but the makeup is basically a very ordinary light makeup, and naturally she doesn't feel too special after looking at it for a long time.

But today's makeup was obviously thoughtful. The warm-colored makeup made her unattainable aura a little less, and she smiled at her knowingly the moment she met her gaze.

It was obviously just a very ordinary morning, with no wind and no sunshine, but at this moment, she actually saw a faint light radiating from Huo Qingzhi's body.

Must have been hallucinating...

Song Yuran recovered, and greeted her as usual: "Mr. Huo, good morning."

"morning."

Huo Qingzhi didn't go around to the co-pilot, but went straight to the driver's door and stood still.

The distance was shortened, allowing Song Yuran to see the other person's face more clearly. The pearly eyeshadow looked sparkly, and the two red lips were very glossy, and there was a faint smell of a certain brand of lip gloss.

"Uh." Song Yu stammered, "What's wrong?"

Huo Qingzhi bent down slightly, put one hand on the window sill, stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and wiped her lower lip with a curled index finger.

Show her that hand casually, and you can see the color of lipstick in the middle of the fair skin.

Huo Qingzhi smiled, "Your lipstick is coming out."

After speaking, he straightened up and walked around the car to the passenger door.

"..." Song Yu came back to his senses after a pause, but the conditioned reflex touched his lower lip, and he didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face was flushed.

Whoever, suddenly a beautiful woman appears in front of you and even touches your lips, will not feel calm.

But the other party is really just... helping you put on your lipstick.

Before Huo Qingzhi opened the door and got into the car, Song Yuran quickly collected his mood and calmed down.

"Well, Mr. Huo, let's go shopping now. Is there a shopping mall near your house?"

Huo Qingzhi thought for a while, "At this time..." She glanced at the time on the car screen, "Should I go to the vegetable market to buy?"

In non-essential situations, Song Yuran prefers to buy vegetables in the market, after all, the price is quite different, and a small financial expert can't bear it.

The market is not far away, and it may be inconvenient to park by car, so the two got out of the car and walked over.

Mr. Huo wore a pair of 7 cm high heels today, and suddenly opened up the gap with Song Yuran who was wearing flat shoes. Song Yuran couldn't help but glance at the people next to him. have to say that the height difference...is still a bit oppressive.

The person concerned caught her little eyes and asked calmly, "What are you looking at me for?"

"..." Song Yuran's expression froze, and he said casually, "I, I was just thinking that Mr. Huo would actually go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables."

Huo Qingzhi tilted his head and asked, "Then where do you think I should buy it?"

Song Yuran thought for a while, and said, "The shopping mall, the environment there is clean, there will be no soliciting and hawking, and there will be no crowding. It feels like you will never go to a dirty and messy place like the vegetable market."

Huo Qingzhi smiled when he heard the words, and quickly asked, "What do you think I am?"

Someone Song thought for three seconds, and replied seriously: "A beauty who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world."

"..." Huo Qingzhi shook his head amusedly, "I want to eat too, okay?"

There was a red light flashing across the sidewalk, and the two stopped in front of the zebra crossing, waiting for the green light.

Song Yuran saw at a glance the signboard of the farmer's market dozens of meters away, as well as the children selling roses to couples of passers-by by the traffic lights.

She joked: "There are children selling roses, we won't sell them to us later."

"Then do you want to buy it or not?"

"Don't buy it." Song Yuran replied decisively, "Why should I buy it, and it's more expensive than a flower shop. How can I have money?"

The two were talking, the signal light turned green, and there were a lot of people coming, accompanied by rampaging bicycles.

Song Yuran reflexively grabbed Huo Qingzhi's wrist, walked a little to the side, and avoided the bicycle.

"Even if you don't pull me, the car won't hit us."

"Then you think I'm meddling?" Song Yuran was not happy, and wanted to take back her hand, but the moment she let go, someone held her hand.

Surprised, she turned her head and saw Huo Qingzhi smiling at her, "If you want me to lead you across the road, just tell me."

"Boss Huo, you're hitting the ground running."

The conversation room has passed through the crowd and reached the opposite side of the road.

Whatever came to mind, the little girl stopped them as soon as they took a few steps forward.

"Sister, sister, buy some flowers."

It was really sold, Song Yuran was a little helpless.

"Kid, it's useless for us to buy flowers."

The little girl turned her eyes around them, and her eyes were full of doubts: "Aren't you a couple?"

How do you look at them to see them as a couple?The standard of the little girl is that as long as two people walk together, they are lovers.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the little girl looked at the flowers in her hand, and said pitifully: "The last one is left, buy it, sister..."

Song Yuran didn't want to buy it at first, but when he heard the last rose, he hesitated for a while and took out ten yuan to buy the last rose.

He patted the little girl on the head again, "The flowers are sold out, hurry home."

The little girl thanked her, bounced away, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Song Yuran looked away, looked at the single packaged rose in his hand, and turned to look at Huo Qingzhi.

"Mr. Huo, do you want some as a gift?"

I thought Ruthless Meng A didn't like these fancy things, but didn't expect Huo Qingzhi to take the rose in her hand, looking quite happy.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have received roses."

Song Yuran's surprise was written all over her face. Just as she was about to question her, she suddenly thought that the scumbag in the original book could make Huo Qingzhi fall in love with him because he gave her a lot of romance and surprises. Huo Qingzhi, who had never been in love before, thought it was ""love".

"If I knew it was your first collection, I should have bought you a whole bunch." Song Yuran felt regret that even he couldn't explain.

"Why?"

"Have you heard a word?" Song Yuran took the rose from her hand and placed it in front of their eyes. Due to the time, the edges of the rose's petals were a little wilted, and it looked far from its pronoun.

"Girls who have seen the world will be happy to receive roses, but they will not mistakenly think that roses are love."

Huo Qingzhi smiled lightly: "As long as I like the person who gave the rose, it doesn't matter if I misunderstand or not."

"It's good that you can be sober." Song Yuran was very pleased, and returned the rose to her, "I hope that the next person who will give you a rose will be someone you like."

Huo Qingzhi stared down at the rose, and murmured: "People are love itself, not roses."

"Ah?" Song Yuran couldn't hear the sound of people passing by, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing." Huo Qingzhi came back to his senses, "Let's go."

"oh……"

The farmer's market looks quite big from the outside. There are many vendors setting up stalls outside the market, and there are also breakfast stalls that are ready to finish work.

Song Yuran, who got up early, saw the breakfast stand and was honestly a little hungry. She looked around and saw the deep-fried dough sticks stand. She felt hungry after not eating for a long time.

"I want fried dough sticks." Song Yuran asked Huo Qingzhi's opinion, "Do you want to eat it?"

Huo Qingzhi shook his head, "It's too oily, you can eat it yourself."

Song Yuran was not too polite, and when he walked to the fried dough stick stand, he ordered a fried dough stick and a cup of soy milk.

The fritters are freshly fried, and while waiting for them to be fried, she sipped a cup of hot soy milk.

The taste of soybeans is very strong, it doesn't look like it was brewed, and the color seems to have added black beans.

"It's delicious!" Song Yu praised, and he didn't hold back his desire to share, "Boss Huo, do you want to try it?"

While speaking, the cup of soy milk had already been delivered, and she stared at the straw of the soy milk, which was still stained with her bean paste-colored lipstick.

...It's embarrassing, what happened to giving the things I drank to others!

"Well, I mean buy you a drink."

Song Yuran was about to withdraw his hand as he spoke, Huo Qingzhi bowed his head first, took a sip of soy milk with the blue and white straw in his mouth.

After the lips left, the bean paste-colored lipstick on the straw was imprinted with a layer of red lip glaze, which was so bright that it was very eye-catching to Song Yuran.

"good smell."

She saw Huo Qingzhi's natural expression, but her beating heartbeat was abnormal. Since the person involved didn't care what she had drunk, why should she be shy??

To cover up his guilty conscience, Song Yuran took a sip of soy milk with an extremely unnatural movement.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but she tasted the taste of Huo Qingzhi's lip glaze, which was fruity.

When the steaming fried dough sticks came out of the pan, Song Yuran couldn't wait to take a bite. The outer skin was crispy, but the inner was soft, with the familiar taste of leavened noodles.

This time there is no need for Huo Qingzhi to eat or not. It seems that every time he asks the other party, he agrees. Song Yuran handed the fried dough sticks in front of Huo Qingzhi, with a domineering tone: "Eat."

"..." The person concerned reluctantly took a small bite, and gave him another bite of soy milk.

"One bite of fried dough sticks and one bite of soy milk, perfect match!"

The stall owner saw the two people's 'cracking' look, and looked at the last dough blank on the chopping board, and couldn't help but said, "Why don't I give you a deep-fried dough stick."

"No, thank you." This time Huo Qingzhi refused decisively.

After eating a deep-fried dough stick, Song Yu, who had padded his stomach, regained his spirits before walking into the market.

This time is past the peak time for grocery shopping in the morning, and the flow of people in the market is obviously much less. Except for the dirty sewage on the ground, other things have not affected their elegant mood of grocery shopping.

Looking at the dazzling array of vegetables at the stall, Song Yuran was dazzled and asked, "What do you want to eat? Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

The focus of Huo Qingzhi's eyes was not on the vegetable stall, but on the crayfish placed at the seafood stall from a distance.

"Crayfish, can you do it?"

Secretary Song snorted: "Is there anything in this world that I don't know how to do? Isn't it just crayfish, buy, buy, buy!"

I bought some crayfish as a side dish, and went to the seafood stall to buy four catties of crayfish. The boss in the store couldn't handle the head and tail alone, so I decided to go home and handle it by myself.

The vegetable market changed direction, and Song Yuran heard a ringing sound from a distance away. Looking around, he saw that it was the sound of an old-fashioned cotton candy cart booth machine operating.

Song Yuran remembered again that one of the scumbag's tricks was to buy Huo Qingzhi a flower shape made of cotton candy, and it was in several colors. The girl who had never seen the world fell into another trap.

She couldn't help saying that she grabbed Huo Qingzhi's hand and walked to the booth. Two or three people had already surrounded her. The boss was making cotton candy, and the finished product was probably bigger than the palm of her hand.

"Do you eat marshmallows?" She asked Huo Qingzhi.

"..." Did you ask me when you came up to me?

Huo Qingzhi agreed reluctantly: "Just eat a little."

She turned around and asked, "Boss, can you do styling?"

"What shape?"

"Flowers, animals, whatever, the more beautiful the better."

The boss glanced at her, continued with the work in hand, and replied, "No."

"Then what will you do?"

"Make the ball."

"..."

All right, Song Yuran reluctantly accepted it.

"how much for one?"

"Five dollars."

She thought for a while and said, "Make me a 500 yuan one, preferably with more than seven colors."

Boss: "???"

Huo Qingzhi: "???"

What stimulated her?

The author has something to say:

Buy 10 yuan roses: where do I have money?

Buy 5 yuan cotton candy: I will say a number, five hundred!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 c language master;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: what is sentient beings.26 bottles; 10 bottles of skeleton; 5 bottles of Chenxi; 2 bottles of jade; 1 bottle of Asai Hajj and r;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!