Chapter 920 I Thought He Didn't Eat Fireworks

"It won't take long to eat breakfast..." Gu San saw that she really didn't plan to eat, and paused for a second, then turned to look at the man who had just woken up: "Master, Miss Qiao wants to go to the competition venue earlier."

Ye Wuchuan raised his eyes and looked at the girl with deep eyes.

"Don't want to eat breakfast?"

"..."

As soon as Qiao Nian was locked by his gaze, he always had the illusion that he couldn't calm down. She didn't even listen to the contents of the female voice in the earphones reading medical books. She happened to be walking down the stairs, pinching her Wearing another headphone cable, her fingers are white, with well-defined joints, beautiful like a work of art.

Qiao Nian was silent for a moment, seeing someone's eyes still falling on him, he supported his head helplessly, his black eyes raised to look at him, and looked at him: "It's not that I don't want to eat."

"In a hurry."

She doesn't like to explain to people, she always finds it troublesome to explain: "I have not finished one of the seven books sent to me by Mr. Huang, only about ten pages away. So I want to go there early and go to the venue first. Watch the rest."

"I can't say that I won't win the last place, so just take the second-to-last one." Qiao Nian turned her head away, her brow bones were very resolute, and her delicate facial features did not affect her heroic spirit and sense of arrogance. To a certain extent, it was because of her smooth outline, which was different from Qiao Yan's softness that seemed petty at first glance. Qiao Nian's brows and eyes showed indifference and sharpness, which was why Shen Qiongzhi used to scold her for always being stern when she was angry. Open your face and look at people with the eyes of a wolf cub.

Actually not, Qiao Nian is just a little indifferent, because her eyes are dark, and when she looks at people, she can make people feel a little more cold.

Ye Wuchuan never cared about the indifference wrapped in her appearance, and every time she could see the softness hidden in the depths of her eyes.

He picked up the car keys and said, "I'll take you there."

When Qiao Nian saw that he had just woken up, the thin sweater was loosely draped over his body, revealing a section of his collarbone, and his hair had not been taken care of. A part of the bangs on his forehead was curled up, looking lazy and casual. He raised his eyebrows and followed him. He said: "I can go by myself. If you want to come, you can come over after eating."

Ye Wuchuan put his hand in his pocket, squinted his eyes, walked towards her in a sloppy manner, and said, "I don't have the habit of letting my girlfriend take a taxi. Let's go, there is a steamed bun shop nearby that tastes good. When I was in junior high school, I would pass by there every morning, and it is still open now. I will buy one for you when I pass by, and you can eat it in the car without wasting time."

"Then you have the habit of inviting your girlfriend to eat steamed buns?" Qiao Nian raised his chin, revealing the good-looking face under the brim of his hat, with sinister eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up, clearly in a good mood, and joked with him.

Lord, please eat buns, tsk, very fresh.

She thought that his identity should be the kind of non-human fireworks from childhood to adulthood, but she didn't expect his upbringing to sound the same as ordinary people.

Ye Wuchuan looked at the girl's lustrous lips, his eyes froze for a second, he pinched her fingertips, then looked away, hummed, lazily, sultry without knowing it: "No way, my girl Friends are not picky eaters and are easy to raise."

Qiao Nian's fingers were itchy again, half-squinted, his eyes dark and deep, he withdrew his gaze, and acquiesced to what his girlfriend said: "...It's not as easy as you think, it's quite expensive."