Su Qi looked at the dark faces of the people next to him. The meat in his mouth was no longer fragrant. He puffed up his cheeks and swallowed the beef, and spoke in surprise.
"What's wrong with you, Han Wu? Hot pot isn't to your liking? No, Shen's hot pot is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten. Don't you like meat the most? How could you not like hot pot?"
Su Qi's heart was focused on eating, so she didn't know about her friend's struggles.
Han Feng had sharp ears, and he heard clearly the quarrel outside. He wanted to stop several times, but Zhao Mingzhen did not come out of the box. He was afraid that he would damage her reputation again by taking action rashly.
Han Feng felt great hatred in his heart and kept these people in his heart, waiting to settle accounts in the future.
However, when he thought of Zhao Mingzhen, he felt pain in his heart. In fact, he and Zhao Mingzhen did not just know each other. He had noticed her a long time ago, and even at that time, Zhao Mingzhen was just an innocent little girl.
Han Feng's mind wandered further, thinking of the first time they met.
"Little brother, you are so beautiful!"
The seven-year-old girl looked childish as she stared at the boy who was a head older than her and praised him.
Han Feng, who is already ten years old, dislikes people talking about his appearance the most. He takes after his mother in appearance, with white skin and tender face, red lips and white teeth. He was raised as a little girl when he was a child. If Han Feng hadn't discovered his conscience later, he couldn't let his younger brother get infected.
He looked rosy and powdery, maybe he was still wearing a skirt at this time.
Zhao Mingzhen had a round and lovely appearance. Even if she said something he didn't like, Han Feng couldn't bear to blame her. He just held his head high and ignored people.
Zhao Mingzhen called a few more times, but the young man ignored her. She pursed her lips in grievance, with two tears in her big black eyes, and started crying silently without speaking.
Han Feng didn't hear any noise. When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw tears on the little girl's face. The cold-faced young man suddenly panicked and was completely at a loss.
"You...why are you crying?"
He frowned tightly, and his beautiful brows were like two caterpillars. Zhao Mingzhen was almost amused by her own thoughts, and she cried and grinned again. Han Feng frowned even more when he saw this.
This delicate and lovely little girl is not a fool, is she?
"No...it's nothing. Why is my little brother ignoring Mingzhen? Did Mingzhen say something wrong?"
She obediently wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves, her big eyes were as moist as if they had been washed, and his figure was reflected in them. Han Feng looked at himself in her eyes, and his heart suddenly softened.
"I'm not ignoring you."
In the past, he always thought the little lady was troublesome, and usually stayed away from her when he saw her. But for the first time, Han Feng was more patient with this little girl who loved to cry.
"If I wipe it with this, my face will be bruised."
He handed over his handkerchief. Zhao Mingzhen had gone somewhere to play. There was dirt on her dress. When she wiped her face with her sleeve, it was all stained on her face.
"oh."
Zhao Mingzhen took it obediently. His handkerchief was very white and clean, with a faint scent of soapberry on it. Zhao Mingzhen held it in the palm of her hand and suddenly felt reluctant to wipe her face.
"It will definitely get dirty..."
She pouted her little mouth with a look of reluctance.
Han Feng looked at the little girl's hesitant look, and the dirt on her face became cute.
"It doesn't matter, just wash it if it gets dirty."
He, the Wulang of the Han family, is not short of a veil.
"Brother, please help me wipe it. Mingzhen can't see it."
Zhao Mingzhen handed the handkerchief over and looked at him eagerly. Han Feng's words of rejection were just stuck in his mouth, and he took it obediently.
"Um."
He moved his stiff fingers, lowered his body slightly, stared at her face, and gently wiped away the dirt with a handkerchief.
Zhao Mingzhen stood still, looking at him, feeling that the little brother in front of her was so gentle, like a mother.
This is how her mother wiped her face. She liked this little brother.
Han Feng was so focused that he didn't notice the emotion in the little girl's eyes at all. When the little girl suddenly spoke, he almost stopped holding the handkerchief in his hand.
"Little brother, when you grow up, shall I be your bride?"
She still didn't understand what the bride meant, but her brother got married some time ago and married his sister-in-law, so he no longer had time to play with her.
The little girl was sad for a long time. Her mother comforted her. After her brother got married, he would be with his sister-in-law. She could no longer pester her brother and could go find other little ladies to play with.
Although Zhao Mingzhen still didn't understand why her brother couldn't find him again after he got married, she remembered a sentence that after getting married, she would have one more playmate.
The little brother in front of her was gentle and good-looking. She wanted to get married to him and be his bride. From now on, they could play together every day and she would no longer be afraid of not having a playmate.
The little girl's eyes were pure, and she looked at him with big eyes. The ten-year-old boy was still very thin-skinned, and his ears were completely red.
"Don't say such nonsense in the future."
Han Feng could tell that the little girl in front of him had an extraordinary background, and it would not be good for the little girl if she was taken advantage of by someone who wanted to get involved.
Zhao Mingzhen held the hem of his clothes with her fingers and shook her head obediently.
"Don't tell anyone else, just be my little brother's bride."
Her gaze was so pure and honest that the young man's heart felt as if it had been swept by a feather, feeling hot and itchy.
"Wait until you grow up."
If she still wants to marry him when she grows up, he will marry her.
Han Feng had kept the little girl in his heart for ten years. Even though he knew it was her joke, he still had some hope that the little girl would remember what he said back then.
But when news about Wang Yanchang came out, and the little girl didn't recognize him at all, Han Feng was lost for a long time.
If Wang Yanchang was a good person, he could watch the little girl get happiness, but Wang Yanchang was just a person seeking fame and reputation. When Han Feng saw the little girl getting hurt, he only felt pity in his heart.
"Korean five Korean five?"
Su Qi looked at his distracted look, frowning and giggling for a while, and the doubts in her eyes deepened.
Isn't Han Wu stupid?
Han Feng suddenly came to his senses and frowned when he saw Su Qi's eyes.
"What's the ghost's name?"
Su Qi was slapped harshly by him, and his face was very aggrieved. The seven-foot-tall strong man made an aggrieved expression, which was really eye-catching. Han Feng suddenly turned his head away from looking at him.
"If you don't eat meat, you will get old. What were you thinking just now? I called you for a long time and you didn't respond."
Naturally, Han Feng couldn't tell him that he was thinking about the little girl, so he just lowered his head and picked up his meat and ignored him. Su Qi had long been accustomed to his lukewarm appearance, so she shrugged and continued to join the battle.
The two of them had eaten more than a dozen plates of meat, and their stomachs were full. After leaving the hot pot restaurant, Su Qi wanted to continue the stall, and dragged Han Feng to have a drink, but Han Feng waved her down.
"You go ahead, I have something else to do."
"What's the matter? You're all alone. You're going to be by yourself when you go home. You might as well go drinking with your brothers!"
Han Feng looked at him with disgust, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
