Yuanwei took the initiative to contact Shen Jun for the first time, and gently wiped Shen Jun's face with his hands.
After wiping the grass clippings off his face, he found the drunken and resentful little eyes staring at him.
"Idiot, if you don't take advantage of me, don't regret it in the future." Shen Jun pulled away his hand, stood up, rubbed himself, and walked out of the straw pile.
When Yuanwei's eyes touched Shen Zui's hand, the tips of his ears quickly turned red. He avoided looking at Shen Zui's shoes and walked towards the crowd together.
After finding a small shop selling breakfast, Yuanwei grabbed Shen Jun who was still walking forward, turned his body and gently pushed Shen Jun's waist.
"Eat something, City Lord Shen must be hungry." Yuanwei doesn't have a long memory.
He is drunk and is not angry anymore. If he doesn’t have a good memory, he won’t have a long memory. It doesn’t matter to him.
When the boss brought up the steamed buns, Shen Yu acted as if he were the male protagonist, biting them vigorously and viciously.
Seeing this, Yuan Wei pursed his lips and chuckled: "City Lord Shen, you are very hungry, aren't you."
"Yeah! It's so empty." Shen Jiey moved his stool, not wanting to see the male protagonist's face that suddenly disgusted him again.
He accidentally bumped into it. Shen Jiu frowned and muttered: "It's definitely bruised. Yuanwei, a ruthless man, actually bumped into me. He was not willing to help me rub the wound."
God knows how shy he was when he was drunk just now, so he asked Yuanwei to help. Yuanwei agreed, but he would be so embarrassed that his whole body would become weak, and he might even be unable to move.
It turned out that this girl was unexpectedly upright. She rejected him in a straightforward manner. It was extremely shameless to make herself a dignified city lord.
Dead tail, stinky tail.
"Does it hurt that much?" Yuanwei couldn't hear Shen Jun's inner complaints, but he couldn't hear what Shen Jun said.
Shen Jun didn't want to talk to him, but he was still angry, "It's not you who fell. Of course you don't know how much it hurts. You are not responsible at all. What can I expect from you?"
Yuanwei stopped talking again. If he couldn't make any noise, he would be treated as a mute, which made him look like a shrew.
Shen Jun bit the bun, held back his temper, and told himself to be reserved, to be reserved. He would always feel disappointed when he was drying his mandarin duck tail, and then he would take the initiative to fight for favor.
At this time, there was a lot of noise in the early market.
Mandarin duck tail was not fun at all, so Shen Jun was curious about other things. He continued to chew the bun in his hand, stood up, and walked to the place where the noise was coming.
As a city lord who may not be recognized by others, he has to maintain law and order. This is a place of business, and shouting is not so loud. It can be said to be noise pollution.
Shen Jun stopped. He smelled the smell of rotting corpses. He resisted his instinctive reaction and turned around. Shen Jun could no longer eat the buns in his hands.
'boom!'
Shen Jiu's nose was sore, he damned bumped into someone again. When he looked up, he saw it wasn't a mandarin tail.
Yuanwei, who refused to get close to him, was quite concerned about himself and raised his chin, then blew hot air into his sore nose, bringing with it the fragrance of the steamed buns Yuanwei had just eaten, and then he gave it back to him Rubbed his nose.
Shen Jiu looked at such sudden tenderness and couldn't believe it, thinking that such a mandarin duck tail was strange.
"Does it still hurt?" Yuanwei's eyes were full of concern, and he couldn't hide the intoxication at close range.
Shen Jun said blankly: "I was sore for a while, but now I'm much better."
"That's good." Yuanwei wanted to rub his drunken head.