She suddenly blushed, quickly slapped his hand away, and walked forward ignoring him again.
Naturally, Meng Beichen saw her expression and was slightly startled. His mood suddenly improved, and his steps became brisk.
How could he forget? In any case, he is also a master of love, and he lost control of himself repeatedly in front of a little girl. This is so unlike him. Now, dealing with her is not a piece of cake.
Following her, he unexpectedly came to a place he had never been to before. The street was very narrow, with all kinds of snacks on both sides. The soles of his feet were also dirty. Many people were rushing to get breakfast because they were rushing to work.
Running hastily.
It became even more crowded as soon as he entered, and he almost bumped into Han Yixing several times. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect her, frowning with disgust on his face.[
"What did you bring me here for?"
"Mr. Meng Beichen, I didn't bring you here. I came to have breakfast by myself. It was you who held me tight." As if to remind her, she shook the hands that were holding each other again, but it looked like that to outsiders.
It's like being coquettish.
So, another intimate photo was released.
"There's no need to eat breakfast in a place like this. Come with me." He frowned and was about to pull her out. This place was dirty and messy, how could it be hygienic? Although it was still very fragrant in the air.
"I don't want it, Mr. Meng Beichen. Since we have to tolerate each other for a day today, it's best if everyone doesn't fall out. I'm going to eat here. At worst, you go outside first."
As she spoke, she tried to free her hand again, but couldn't, so she became anxious and stamped her feet vigorously.
Isn't it just acting? Why does he always pull her so tightly without losing it?
Meng Beichen had a dark face, snorted coldly, turned away awkwardly, and then asked: "Which restaurant do you want to eat?"
Of course he wasn't compromising, he was just worried that the little guy would run away after eating and his mother's people would go back to report. He would still have to accompany her out tomorrow. If that happened, it would be strange if he didn't vomit blood.
Han Yixing immediately showed a smile of success, dragged him a few steps forward, and then stopped in front of a food stall. He sweetly shouted: "Grandma, good morning, I want two steamed buns, one bowl."
Preserved egg porridge.”
The food here is nutritious and cheap, which is a very good deal for a very poor person like her.