"Okay, it's alright now." Taking advantage of the green light, Yu Qinghuan dragged the man across the road and let him go to the side of the road, saying angrily.
For such a big person, he is too embarrassed to say that he will not cross the road. Today he wants to do good things to the end, let's see what tricks he can come up with!
The man looked at his hand, then at Yu Qinghuan's hand, and stood there without saying a word, just not speaking.
Yu Qinghuan secretly scolded him for not being able to hit a fart with three sticks, and brushed a handful of hair that had been ruffled by the wind. Suddenly, he saw an old-fashioned double skin milk shop on the side of the road, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
The winter in the north is cold and dry. At this time, a bowl of warm red bean double-skin milk is simply the best.
Thinking of this, Yu Qinghuan left the man behind and went straight to the small shop. It was a working day, there was no one in the store, and a few sweet-looking little girls were leaning against the front desk, chatting with each other.
Yu Qinghuan admired it for a few seconds, and shook his head regretfully. It's a pity, beautiful is beautiful, but the gender is wrong.
One of the little girls noticed that there was someone in the store, and quickly put away her chatting attitude, "What would you like?" Chao Yuqing looked over, her face flushed red.
Yu Qinghuan not only has a good face, but also has a good temperament. At this time, he leaned slantingly on the front desk, looked up at the menu with a smile, and had a romantic attitude for no reason.
Several little girls suddenly became cautious, and their eyes fell on him as if they were not there.
"One red bean double skin milk, one durian double skin milk."
Yu Qinghuan just took a look and made a decision.
"Okay, you go over there and sit and wait for a while." The little girl was shy, but she did her job well. Skilled in ordering to find money, and arranged a seat for Yu Qinghuan.
Yu Qinghuan nodded, raised his feet and walked towards the window.
At this time, the wind chimes hanging on the door of the dessert shop rang again, and before he could look back at the person who came, the hem of his clothes suddenly tightened, and a bad premonition hit him.
No way…
Yu Qinghuan turned around in disbelief, and sure enough, he saw the handsome face of the man.
"What are you doing?" Yu Qinghuan quickly led him to the window and asked in a cold voice, seeing several shop assistants looking here curiously, "Do you think I've made you lose face and want to get it back?"
Good luck or something, it's all an illusion, otherwise why would you encounter a neuropathy as soon as you go out.
The man looked at him silently, without saying a word.
Yu Qinghuan was a little irritable by him, and there was a hint of impatience in his voice, "Speak? Are you dumb?"
This time, the man responded quickly, "I'm not dumb."
Very decent looking.
Yu Qinghuan was so annoyed by him that he fell to his back, and could hardly wait to punch him.
"Then what are you doing with me? Picking up a conversation? Want to be my friend?"
From childhood to adulthood, Yu Qinghuan's suitors have never been broken, there are men and women, and the number is innumerable. It's just that he was worried about tuition fees and three meals a day when he was in school, and he was worried about his image when he entered the entertainment industry. He never cared about these people.
However, he has never eaten pork before and has always seen a pig run. When Yu Qinghuan saw the man's gesture of leaning on him, he knew that he wanted to start a conversation with him.
His eyes rolled around the man's face, like two furry little claws, the person scratching it was itchy, the little girls in the distance were still beating, but the man opposite him didn't respond.
Instead, he twitched his lower eyelashes in confusion, "What do you mean by chatting up...?"
Yu Qinghuan: "…"
Is this person from Mars? !
"So what's the matter with you following me?" Yu Qinghuan pulled out the chair and sat down, scooping out a spoonful of warm double-skin milk and putting it in his mouth, the strong milk smell dispelled the irritability in his heart. Yu Qinghuan breathed out a sigh of relief, and asked again patiently.
"I..." The man's hands were neatly attached to the line of his trousers, looking like a domestic wolf dog, very well-behaved. He lowered his head a little uneasy, didn't dare to look into Yu Qinghuan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm lost."
Yu Qinghuan's spoon paused: "So?"
"Please take me home."
Yu Qinghuan: "…"
Tsk tsk tsk, now the young people's approach to chatting up is so awesome, don't use WeChat or phone calls, but just want someone to go home with him, do you think you are a fool
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the man, and stretched out his clean and slender hand: "Mobile phone."
The man fumbled in his pocket for a long time before he took out a brand new mobile phone and put it in Yu Qinghuan's hand without any precaution.
Yu Qinghuan looked down and saw that it was the latest Apple model.
"password."
The man frowned for a while, then shook his head honestly, "I don't remember."
When Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but get angry, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He lowered his head and rummaged through the bag he was carrying. After a while, he took out a delicate notebook and handed it to him honestly. Yu Qinghuan.
what is this? Yu Qinghuan suppressed the fire in his heart and opened the notebook with the mentality of "see what flowers he can play".
The handwriting on it is sharp and beautiful, the size is the same, and the top and bottom are very neat. It can be seen that the person who wrote it definitely has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
However, what surprised Yu Qinghuan was not this, but the content above.
Mobile phone passwords, email passwords, and even bank card passwords are clearly written.
He looked up at the man, and once again sighed in his heart, is this man a fool? Can bank card passwords be shown to strangers
Yu Qinghuan unlocked the phone according to the password recorded above, and found that the man's phone was very clean, the software that came with the system was divided into a folder, and the only remaining APP was the navigation.
So... is this person a real lunatic? Didn't you mean to strike up a conversation with him
Yu Qinghuan couldn't help but calm down, and checked the call log first. Seeing that it was clean and empty, she could only click on the navigation and ask him, "Your home address."
The man quickly reported a string of addresses, as if he was afraid of being scolded by him again.
It is the most high-end villa area in the city, and those who can live in it are either rich or expensive. In the last life, Yu Qinghuan struggled to the end, and finally got the qualification to buy a house there, but unfortunately, before he could start, he was born again.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the man with some hatred for the rich. The man's body froze when he saw him, and he took a step back a little nervously, his hands still obediently sticking to the sides of his pants.
Yu Qinghuan: "…"
He entered the address of the man's house in the navigation, zoomed in on the page, and told him the route carefully. At the end, he pointed out the window: "There is a taxi outside, so you can ask the master to follow this route."
The man didn't move.
Yu Qinghuan: "What?"
The man gave him a quick look, and then lowered his eyes quickly, looking like he was greatly wronged.
Yu Qinghuan: "What's the matter? Talk!"
The man lowered his head, a strand of black hair on the top of his head was blown away pitifully by the air-conditioning wind, "I can't take a taxi."
Yu Qinghuan: "…"
Yu Qinghuan: "I can't cross the road, I can't take a taxi, I can't remember my password, I'll ask you one more question, what would you do? Do you know your name?"
The man opened his mouth and seemed very unconvinced, "I remember my name, my name is Huo Qu."
Yu Qinghuan sneered sarcastically, "Oh, it's great to be able to remember your name. Would you like my brother to reward you with a kiss and hug?"
Huo Qu suddenly widened his eyes, and then his face turned red little by little, and even his white ears were stained with a rosy color.
"Okay, I'll do a good deed today." Yu Qinghuan scraped off the last bit of red bean double-skin milk in the bowl and glanced at Huo Qu, "I will send you home after I finish eating."
After several attempts, Yu Qinghuan had already seen that Huo Qu was really not pretending, he really didn't know the way and wouldn't take a taxi.
What kind of family can raise such a young master, this is probably the legendary disease of wealth.
He shook his head and was about to get another bowl of double skin milk. "Gulu" A loud bowel sound came from Huo Qu's direction.
Yu Qinghuan was stunned, and Huo Qu was also stunned.
"No, you haven't eaten in a few days?" Yu Qing laughed happily, her peach eyes curled up. "Here, eat this double skin milk."
Huo Qu's face turned even redder, and he didn't dare to look at Yu Qinghuan in a panic, but he still answered his question honestly, "From morning to now."
It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and this person had not eaten for a day.
Yu Qing sighed happily, and beckoned the waiter to bring a clean spoon and put it in Huo Qu's hand, "Hurry up, what else do you want? I'll treat you to this meal."
Huo Qu shook his head, holding the spoon stiffly to scoop up the double skin milk. But he didn't know what was going on, such a simple action was very awkward for him, and he often scooped several times before he could scoop up something.
Yu Qinghuan felt it was novel, and stared at him with great interest, until Huo Qu's head was smoking, and only then did he conscientiously look away.
Although Huoqu's house is a villa area, it is not remote. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has an excellent view. It is very famous in the city. There is no need for navigation at all. The rental master knows the location when he hears it.
Yu Qinghuan and the master were chatting happily, but Huo Qu did not speak. He sat quietly beside him with his back straight and his hands on his knees, like a primary school student waiting for the teacher to check the hygiene.
Yu Qinghuan glanced at him in a hurry, and was amused by him and laughed.
Non-residents cannot enter the villa area, and taxis can only park at the door. Yu Qinghuan took Huo Qu's small notebook and flipped through it a few times, found the page where the phone number was recorded, and said to him, "I'll send you here. You brothers call your parents and ask them to pick you up."
Seeing that Huo Qu was listening intently with his black eyes open, Yu Qinghuan continued: "Okay, I'm leaving, you go back to eat and have a good rest."
After he finished speaking, he paid the fare, opened the car door and got out of the car first, waved at Huo Qu, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Huo Qu sat quietly in the car for a full minute, until the driver's master spoke up to urge him, and then he unbuttoned his seatbelt and prepared to get out of the car.
When he passed the place where Yu Qinghuan was sitting, he suddenly saw a sticker on it, stretched out his hand to lift it, and saw two lines of small black characters printed on it: No. 29 Yu Qinghuan.
Yu Qinghuan, Qinghuan.
Huo Qu carefully put the sticker into the bag, took it out after thinking about it, folded it cherishly, and put it in his close-fitting pocket.
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