Huo Qingzhi talked badly, which made Song Yuran give up the idea of buying 500 yuan of cotton candy.

In the end, I bought a marshmallow that was several times the size, and Song Yuran, who left the booth with the huge marshmallow, couldn't help muttering, "This boss is not good at craftsmanship."

Of course, she only dared to speak in a low voice.

Huo Qingzhi looked at the cotton candy that was bigger than his head, and said with a smile, "How much do you like to eat it?"

"I don't like it." Song Yuran said it as a matter of course, she doesn't like cotton candy, and she doesn't like it very much if she bites it and can get sugar stains on her face.

She handed the cotton candy to Huo Qingzhi: "This is for you."

"..." Huo Qingzhi was at a loss for words, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this person was playing tricks on her.

"I don't want it." Mr. Huo refused very decisively. It would be conspicuous to walk on the street with such a big cotton candy.

Song Yuran was not very happy, and blurted out: "I don't want what I bought for you, but do you want what someone else bought for you?"

"..." Huo Qingzhi was confused and asked, "Which 'other' bought it for me?"

Song Yuran was silent, and said, "Not now, maybe in the future."

"Forget it." The sender refused, Song Yuran withdrew his hand, with a sullen expression on his face.

Song Yuran's emotions came out of nowhere, Huo Qingzhi was confused, but he also knew that it was because he rejected what she bought for him, sighed in his heart, and took the cotton candy from her hand.

The fluffy marshmallows are strung on a thin bamboo stick, which is a bit thin in comparison.

"The main reason is that I said eat a little, but the one you bought was too big." Huo Qingzhi stared at the ball of marshmallow, unable to say anything for a while.

Song Yuran said vaguely: "It's rare to see something for sale. If you don't eat it, you will be blown away by the wind."

Huo Qingzhi took a bite, and the marshmallow melted in his mouth, leaving a faint sweet taste on the tip of his tongue.

"Don't you eat it?" Huo Qingzhi said, "It's quite sweet."

Song Yuran glanced at Dabai Tuanzi, and shook his head: "No, it's very troublesome to eat, and it makes your face sticky."

The two walked outside the farmer's market. Huo Qingzhi remembered that she had washed her hands when she bought the crayfish just now, so she grabbed a small piece of marshmallow.

She stopped, "Here, it won't get on your face, will it?"

Song Yuran stopped walking when he heard the words, and just turned around, a small ball of cotton candy appeared in front of him.

Hidden in the white cotton are white fingers, slender and well-defined.

She stared at the marshmallow in front of her and hesitated for two seconds. It was all brought to her, and she couldn't get through if she didn't eat it.

So she opened her mouth, but at the same moment, the wind blew again, and the leaves were rustled.

Seeing the marshmallow in Huo Qingzhi's hand weathered, his knuckles became clearer, and before he had time to react, he opened his mouth to enclose...the other's fingertips.

Song Yuran's expression petrified, and his body stiffened at this moment.

...Destroy, I'm tired.

How is she going to explain to Mr. Huo that she just wants to eat marshmallow, but it's such a coincidence that it... melted.

After regaining his senses, he quickly took a small half step back, with an embarrassing expression on his face, not daring to look into the other person's eyes at all, "Well, I..."

"Huh?" Huo Qingzhi looked as usual, grabbed another small piece of marshmallow, and asked, "Do you still want to eat it?"

Song Yuran hurriedly waved his hands, "Don't eat!"

Huo Qingzhi responded, and then Song Yuran watched Huo Qingzhi put the small piece of marshmallow into his mouth. Just a few seconds ago, he was still holding the finger in his mouth.

Thinking about it is a bit astringent.

Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, realizing that something messed up in his mind, and secretly scolded himself for being immodest.

How can Mr. Huo have fun if he knows what she is thinking?No, no, I must not let down Mr. Huo's trust!

Song Yuran shook his head to get rid of the yellow waste in his head, but he didn't realize that his ears were red.

"Go back." Seeing her reaction, Huo Qingzhi pursed his lips and smiled, "Candy is delicious."

The first thing do when get home is the ingredients.

Song Yuran poured the crayfish in the bag into the pool, and the freed crayfish waved their pincers vigorously, more lively than what they saw in the store.

"..." Song Yuran swallowed unconsciously, hoping not to be caught.

"Is this pair of scissors okay?"

Song Yuran turned around and saw Huo Qingzhi walking in with scissors and a packaged toothbrush. His beautiful long hair was pulled up casually, revealing his white swan neck.

She tried the sharpness of the scissors and sharpened the knife towards the lobster. She was about to grab a crayfish when she was stopped.

"Are you going to deal with it like this?" Huo Qingzhi asked.

"Yes." Song Yuran replied, "Is there any problem?"

Huo Qingzhi took the blue and white apron hanging on the shelf sideways, and reminded: "Apron."

"Almost forgot." Song Yu smiled innocently, and just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, he saw Huo Qingzhi unfolding the apron in front of him.

Song Yuran who got the meaning quickly lowered his head and let Huo Qingzhi hang the apron around his neck.

She thought about turning around and asking Huo Qingzhi to tie the belt around her waist, but before that, the other party had already grabbed the two belts along the way, leaned forward slightly, and put his hands around her back.

This kind of action brought the distance between them very close. Song Yuran subconsciously tilted her head and saw the glands on the back of Huo Qing's neck.

Light pink, like the birthmark of a blooming flower, just so completely exposed to the air.

Accompanied by the smell of pheromones, the refreshing smell of vanilla mint stimulated her brain, making Song Yuran's heart shrink unconsciously, and at this moment she had the urge to hug her.

Huo Qingzhi retreated slightly, this action caught Song Yuran off guard and met her gaze.

Song Yuran blinked. At this moment, she seemed to be frozen, and could only stare into Huo Qingzhi's eyes in a daze.

No one spoke, and ambiguity fermented in the air.

She suddenly remembered a certain law she read on the Internet, as long as they call each other and look at each other for more than seven seconds, they will have the idea of ​​kissing each other.

The more intense peppermint pheromone filled the nasal cavity, Song Yuran's throat slid up and down, and he looked away guiltily, but what he looked down were those red lips that were shining under the natural light.

This atmosphere...in an idol drama, would be sorry for the audience if didn't kiss at all.

For some reason, Song Yuran felt that at this moment, it didn't matter even if she kissed.

So... kiss her now???

The corners of the red lips in front of her suddenly rose, and the next second, Huo Qingzhi distanced herself from her.

"It's fastened."

The pheromones also dissipated.

Song Yuran's tense body seemed to be liberated, and she moved back rationally, thinking that she had the idea of kissing her just now, and she was startled.

Grass, can't you bend yourself?

No, no, it must be pheromones.

Song Yuran settled down, looked at the pool of crayfish waving their pincers, retracted the scissors, and started working without distracting thoughts.

"I don't know how to cut the gills, so let's keep the head. I'll pull out the shrimp thread, and then open the back." Song Yuran has a clear division of labor, "You just clean the crayfish, as long as you grab its head, it won't get caught.You, this crayfish is not very dirty, just brush it casually."

"no problem."

The crayfish without the head cut can still move even if it is removed from the shrimp line. Song Yu was worried, and reminded again: "Be careful if you get caught in your hand, the pincers will hurt you very much."

As soon as the words fell, she heard Huo Qingzhi gasp.

Turning her head, she saw Huo Qingzhi's fingers were being clamped by the crayfish's fat pincers. It was almost a conditioned reflex, and she cut off the big pincers.

"Are you okay?!" She hurriedly grabbed Huo Qingzhi's hand to check, the pinched skin turned white, but fortunately there was no bleeding, but she knew very well that being pinched by the pliers was very painful.

Even though the prawn that caused the accident was missing a pincer, it was still alive and kicking, waving the other pincer, Song Yu was so angry that he cut off the other pincer with a click.

Seeing this action, Huo Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "You still hold grudges."

"Still laughing." Song Yuran glared at her, "I told you to be careful, won't it hurt if you pinch your hand?"

"It hurts, you still hurt me, it hurts even more." Mr. Huo felt a little aggrieved.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it by myself, you go out and stay." Song Yuran didn't dare to ask her to help anymore, it was obvious that she lacked practical experience, and it would be embarrassing if something good or bad happened again.

Seeing that he was disgusted, Mr. Huo had no choice but to give up handling the crayfish, and instead deal with the side dishes that will be used later.

A large pot of crayfish came out just in time for lunch, Huo Qingzhi took out gloves from the drawer, and each of them divided two.

But as soon as Huo Qingzhi put down his gloves, Song Yuran stuffed them back into the packing bag and said, "Stop fiddling with your hands, I'll peel the meat for you."

The client wants to say that the pain is gone, which shows that someone is nervous and enjoys the service with peace of mind.

After eating crayfish, it's almost time to go out after packing up.

The place they agreed to meet the day before was at the gate of Tiansu City. They came a little early, so they went upstairs to buy tickets for the cinema.

There were only two tickets booked last week, so Song Yuran thought about buying two movie tickets today and then exchanging them for underwear show tickets, which is equivalent to buying two tickets for the same price as movie tickets.

But when went to the front desk, was told that the redemption activity had been cancelled. The previous movie tickets would not affect the redemption, but now can't redeem the movie tickets.

Song Yuran and Huo Qingzhi stood in the middle of the hall and stared at each other.

"I don't have enough tickets... what should I do?" Song Yuran didn't expect that the event would end as soon as it said it would.

"What else can I do, change to another entertainment activity."

Huo Qingzhi was not interested in underwear shows at first, but now it's just right.

"No, my underwear show..." Song Yuran wanted to cry, but the chance to see the world just slipped away.

She regretted it. She knew that she shouldn't have called Su Yiqiao and Shen Yushu today, so she should wait until after the show to make an appointment.

Huo Qingzhi frowned: "What's so interesting about the underwear show?"

"What do you know? This is the art of walking!" Song Yuran spoke plausibly.

Huo Qingzhi resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and smiled coolly, "Then you can discuss it with Yushu and Yiqiao, and let them wear it for you. If you're lucky, you'll be discharged from the hospital in a week."

"Sexual harassment should go to jail, do I still understand?"

The plan to watch the show was completely ruined.

What pleased Song Yuran was that Shen Yushu brought four tickets to the drive-in theater, which made her look forward to tonight's drive-in theater experience.

They didn't expect that the plan to watch the show would be cancelled. They didn't make a backup plan. They simply planned to go shopping in a nearby shopping mall to see what was interesting.

It's just that before got to the shopping mall, passed by a video game mall and dropped in.

Just spent an afternoon in the video game city.

The ticket for the drive-in theater is at 8:00 p.m., plus the time to go to the Peak Park, enough for a dinner.

Song Yuran was still thinking about Huo Qingzhi's hand being pinched. She had just taken a sip of orange juice when she saw Huo Qingzhi pick up a shrimp and was about to peel it.

Without hesitation, he blurted out: "Wait!"

She snatched the shrimp from Huo Qingzhi's hand, "Isn't your hand hurt? I'll peel it for you."

"? Injured?" Shen Yushu listened, subconsciously looked at her hands, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Huo Qingzhi looked at the wound, the pale skin had completely recovered, as long as he didn't touch it hard, he wouldn't feel pain, "I was pinched."

Su Yiqiao asked casually, "By whom?"

Shen Yushu joked, "Yu Ran?"

The senior melon eaters suddenly became melons in the melon field, Song Yuran was a little confused, and didn't understand the meaning of their words for a while.

"Me? How do I pinch it?" She stretched out two fingers to make a scissors shape, and actually pinched Huo Qingzhi's fingers, "Is that so?"

The atmosphere was silent for three seconds, and the two laughed together.

Song Yuran also quickly understood the true meaning of what they said just now. Thinking of her actions just now, her face turned red, "Damn it..."

"Okay, stop teasing her." Mr. Huo suppressed his laughter and smoothed things over, "Yu Ran is very simple."

"Even you laugh at me." Song Yuran slapped the people around him, a little bit annoyed.

Chunqing Song believes that he and the old driver are only one practice away.

After dinner, after calculating the time, the two cars went to the Peak Park.

The buildings on both sides of the road gradually transition from high-rise buildings to bungalows, and finally vegetation, and then driving into the winding mountain road means that the destination is about to be reached.

Song Yuran glanced in the rearview mirror at the silver-white car following closely behind, and couldn't help but said, "Why don't they ride with us, the four of us watching a movie together are so lively."

Huo Qingzhi, the co-pilot, glanced at her, "Oh, you don't think it's interesting to be with me anymore?"

"???"

The air pressure in the carriage dropped suddenly, this is obviously a proposition!

Song Yuran hurriedly said, "How could it be? Watching a movie with Mr. Huo is the happiest moment in my life!"

Mr. Huo replied: "It's really worthless."

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