Chapter 33 Sweet

When the documents were combined, Huo Yunque said, "Huo Qi—"

"Yes! What are your orders, sir?"

"You go..." The man's tone paused slightly, his eyes shifted to the right, and he finally landed on a shop decorated in petty bourgeoisie style, "Go buy her a drink."

"Ah? For whom?" Huo Qi was stunned for a while, but he didn't react for a while.

As soon as he finished speaking, he met the man's narrow and cold eyes, and Huo Qiyi was shocked and suddenly realized.

"Mr. is Miss Song?" He immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, trotted two steps and turned back to ask, "Then, what flavor do you want to buy, sir?"

taste?

Huo Yunque squeezed the Buddha beads on his wrist, his forehead swept across his eyelids, and there was a shadow on the bridge of his nose.

After a long time, he spit out two words, "Sweet."

Huo Qi staggered and noticed that the coldness on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and quickly turned around and ran.

He is also an idiot. How can a man like Mr. never touch beverages distinguish between various milk tea flavors?

Huo Qi took his order and passed by a male student with milk tea in his hand before entering the door.

Naturally, he didn't notice that the boy held the milk tea and looked towards the school gate. When he saw a pretty figure, his eyes lit up and he quickly ran towards the girl.

"Song Jingwan!"

Song Yaoyao didn't even move her eyes when she heard the movement.

She stared at the ground, and there was an ant running through the crowd.

Song Jingwan gathered her long hair that had been ruffled by the wind, and looked at the place where the sound was made with a smile. When she saw her classmate, her smile deepened, "Meng classmate? Do you have anything to do with me?"

Meng Hang looked at her smiling face madly, her face flushed. Holding the milk tea, Baba handed it over, "Please, please drink milk tea."

"Wow!"

Song Jingwan blinked, somewhat surprised, "Did you buy it for me?"

She took it with a smile, knowing what the other party was thinking, but pretending not to understand, "Thank you, I'll invite you back another day."

"No, no! You like it. Then—see you tomorrow!" The boy said quickly with a blushing face, and ran off hand in hand.

"Tsk—"

As soon as the boy left, Song Jingwan sneered and played with the milk tea in her hand in disgust.

"Hey, let's drink this." As if giving charity, she handed the milk tea to Song Yaoyao beside her.

Song Yaoyao raised her head and looked into Song Jingwan's eyes, "That was given to you by someone else."

"I know, but so what? Does everyone give me milk tea, do I have to drink it? I will gain weight." Song Jingwan smiled hypocritically, with a slight smugness between her eyebrows, "Besides, other people used to be Isn't the milk tea I gave you all for you?"

Song Yaoyao hugged her schoolbag and didn't understand Song Jingwan's behavior.

"You will be punished for spoiling other people's hearts like this."

After she finished speaking lightly, she turned her head and continued to look at the ground, but the ants were gone.

Song Jingwan was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and her parents loved her since she was a child. But Song Yaoyao didn't see any good qualities in her, instead she was full of hypocrisy and meanness.

Sanguan has long been crooked into his bones.

"Retribution? Okay, I'll wait! It's too naive to want to win my heart with a cup of milk tea." Song Jingwan dismissed and glanced at Song Yaoyao, "Do you want to drink milk tea? If you don't drink it, I will— "

"Miss Song!"

The familiar voice softened Song Yaoyao's tensed face instantly. She looked over with bright eyes and saw Huo Qizheng walking towards her with milk tea and dessert.

Yaoyao: Do ​​you think I'm rare?