Shen Fei thought about this question for a long time. Just when he was about to ask what Mengdie was missing, his eyes flashed and he said: "Missing love, missing love, the relationship between the girl and the beggar." Love.【】"
"Smart, reward me with one."
Mengdie said and kissed Shen Fei on the forehead.
Then he said: "The girl and the beggar have been together through thick and thin. The girl has been moved by the beggar a long time ago and has a deep love for her. If they can escape the pursuit of the dandy, I believe they will be able to be together happily."
"Yes." Shen Fei nodded, "After the girl is reborn, she should go find the beggar."
"Of course I will go. I guess that girl will change the beggar's life, and she will be happy with the beggar. They will take revenge together, fight together, and be happy together."
Listening to Mengdie's words, Chen Fei suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that he was somewhat similar to the beggar.
"What if Mengdie is reborn?" Shen Fei was startled when he thought of this idea and quickly threw it aside, "How could Mengdie be reborn? That is a story, a story, after all, it is just a story. "
Although Shen Fei threw away this helper, the shadow of the story still remained in Shen Fei's heart.
At the same time, Mengdie was also thinking, "How much can this fool guess?"
The two people's hands were tightly held together.
Later, they chatted about Danjing Alley and discussed their plans one by one.
Talking with Mengdie, Shen Fei temporarily forgot about the trouble caused by his father.
When the conversation between the two was in full swing, suddenly, a "gulu" sound was heard.
"Are you hungry?" Mengdie asked.
Shen Fei's face turned red. During dinner, he had just drank wine and was eating vegetables instead of eating. Now Jiu Xing was naturally hungry.
"Then just wait and I'll cook it for you. What do you want to eat?"
"I'll eat whatever you do?" Shen Fei's eyes were bright.
"Let's be more specific. It's better to drink porridge when you're drunk. What kind of porridge do you drink? Millet porridge, or eight-treasure porridge?" Mengdie was very interested. "Uncle, please give me an instruction. The little girl should be cooked for the uncle. .”
Shen Fei smiled and said, "Uncle, I will eat what the little girl cooks."