If she lies in front of him, the chance of being exposed is quite high, and because of this, she must find a good excuse so as not to reveal her secret in front of him immediately.
But the more anxious she was, the fewer excuses she could think of, all of which were rejected by Zhan Meixiang herself. Seeing that the figure outside was about to blend into the crowd in the distance and could no longer be found, she couldn't help but feel anxious and frowned slightly.
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While he was distracted, he suddenly heard Dongfang Che speak again, saying calmly: "Go, go early and come back early, pay attention to safety."
Zhan Meixiang breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been pardoned, turned around and hurried out of the door. While playing, Xuan'er was a little surprised when she saw her mother walking out in a hurry, so she turned to ask Dongfang Che: "Dad, does she want to be kissed by mother?"
Where to go?”
Dongfang Che raised his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, brought it to his lips, paused for a moment, did not answer, raised his head, closed his eyes, and drank the tea that exuded a faint fragrance in one gulp.
Putting down the cup, Zhan Meixiang's figure had blended into the crowd of people in the distance.
He looked at the people coming and going outside the window. Those people were walking in a hurry, and there was also a shy young woman holding her husband's arm and passing by the restaurant with a sweet look on her face. Dongfang Che suddenly sighed softly.
Zhan Meixiang ran forward in a hurry, with no time to pay attention to Dongfang Che's reaction behind her. What she was thinking about now was the familiar figure in front of her. Is that person really him?
Where did he go in such a short time?
Zhan Meixiang stood in the crowd of people on the street, holding up her skirt and panting. She had tried her best to rush over, but she still couldn't catch up with the man's back, and she felt a little discouraged.
After thinking about it, I probably saw it wrong. That man's back was so decadent, how could he be that Yuxuan who charmed thousands of girls with his beautiful tree facing the wind?
After thinking seriously for a while, Zhan Meixiang felt that she still couldn't give up just like that. Even though the back looked a little embarrassed, it was so similar after all. She didn't think anyone's back would be so similar to Yuxuan, almost.
There is no difference at all, even the slightest hint of laziness in their movements are so similar.
We should still look for it again, Zhan Meixiang thought, and looked around at the same spot a few times, then took a few steps forward, when she suddenly heard someone rudely cursed in front of her on the right: "Get out of here!"
The people over there immediately retreated to this side, revealing an open space. Everyone had a look of disdain on their faces, as if they were afraid that something in front of them would stand on them. Zhan Meixiang was also startled.
, subconsciously took two steps back, boldly glanced in that direction, and immediately saw a figure on the ground, slumped on the ground, like a puddle of mud.
Her heart suddenly tightened, Zhan Meixiang raised her hand to cover her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise.
The man's clothes were in tatters, so dirty that the original color could not be seen, and a large piece of his sleeves was torn and hanging on the side, which was extremely ridiculous. His hair was extremely disheveled, and he was lying on the ground with a hangover look on his face.
They let the two people opposite them curse and didn't say anything back, they just squinted their eyes and looked at the sky.
The two men couldn't scold enough, and even raised their feet to kick the person on the ground. While they were cursing, they kicked him over. Zhan Meixiang pushed through the crowd and rushed in before his feet came into contact with the person on the ground.