When a friendly smile came from the distance, the boy finally realized what he had just said and blushed.
He stammered and wanted to explain when a low and cold voice came: "No need."
Ning Meng turned around and saw Huo Beichen striding over.
This is an old street, and it is getting late, so the color is a bit dark.
But as soon as he appeared, everything around him seemed a little brighter. Even the street lights above his head were brighter than before.
He came to her in two or three steps with his straight long legs, put his arm around her shoulders, and took her back a step, blocking the way between Ning Meng and the little boy. He then lowered his head and looked at the thin, adolescent boy: "
Your classmates are waiting for you."
Huo Beichen's facial contour suggests a cold look with a maturity unique to men.
When the little boy saw him, he turned around and ran away in fright.
After a group of students disappeared into the crowd, Huo Beichen turned his head and looked at Ning Meng, his tone a bit depressed: "Still so popular."
Ning Meng:??
She widened her eyes and looked at Huo Beichen in confusion: "Huh?"
The girl's eyes were raised at the end, with a hint of natural charm, but her eyes were as clear as glass, reflecting the faint light of the street lamp.
Seeing her like this, Huo Beichen rubbed her head with his big hands, feeling helpless as he had full strength but had nowhere to use it: "Forget it."
Then he turned around and walked ahead.
Ning Meng: "..."
Forget it?
Why can't this man speak clearly?
She curled her lips and looked back at this key high school. Under the dim sky, the bright moonlight quietly shone on the plaque, and the four characters "Hai Shi No. 1 Middle School" vaguely conveyed an inexplicable sense of familiarity and mystery.
Ning Meng panicked for no reason, and she hurriedly looked away, only to find that Huo Beichen was standing in front, leaning sideways, waiting quietly for her to pass.
Ning Meng took two quick steps and came to his side.
During the rush hour after school, some students take buses home, while others take a walk. The neighborhood is bustling and lively, with the hustle and bustle of ordinary people.
There are small vendors who have prepared snacks and parked on the roadside. The students who pass by occasionally cannot resist the temptation of the aroma and buy a bunch of chicken steaks or stinky tofu...
Smelling these smells, Ning Meng became even hungrier. She walked quickly, followed Huo Beichen and turned a few corners in the lively old alley, and stood in front of a pickled fish restaurant.
Ning Meng raised her head and glanced at this inconspicuous shop.
The environment inside can be seen at a glance.
There are about ten tables, which are almost full at the moment, and only two or three are idle.
The store is quite clean, but it is too niche for a store without a plaque.
Ning Meng sighed: "As a foodie, I will gradually understand that the more inconspicuous a small shop like this, the more authentic and delicious the food it makes. On the contrary, the kind that is splendid, luxuriously decorated, and has all kinds of gimmicks
Just check out the French-Italian restaurant…”
She paused, and when Huo Beichen was indeed attracted to her and thought she would tell some truth about "life is simple", Ning Meng chuckled: "I can't afford it anyway."
Huo Beichen: "..."
He was not surprised at all that this rich young lady would say "can't afford it" and walked into the restaurant.
Ning Meng followed in, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw the landlady coming over in surprise: "Beichen, why are you here?"
When her eyes fell on Ning Meng, her eyes widened in shock: "This..."