Probably thinking about how to say goodbye to myself.
He is really an awkward child.
She didn't go upstairs to find Wan Junhao, she just said goodbye to the housekeeper and went out.
It was still the same cold skin stall, and she still shouted to the boss to get two bowls of cold skin for herself.
However, the boss was also very familiar with it. Without waiting for her next sentence, he continued, "One bowl is spicy and one bowl is not spicy."
Wang Qingying smiled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, it had been almost a month since he and Wan Junhao had eaten cold skin here.
Soon, the boss brought the cold skin to the table.
Wang Qingying sat here and waited for a while.
After waiting for a while, she took the cold skin and started eating.
Wan Junhao didn't come until she finished eating.
"That little boyfriend of yours isn't coming!?"
The boss walked up to her and said softly.
"Ah...he...well, right!"
Wang Qingying was surprised at first. He really didn't expect that the boss said this suddenly. He was stunned for a moment and nodded again.
"Boss, the money is on the table!"
Wang Qingying put the money on the table and was about to leave.
"Wang Qingying!"
Then I heard an energetic voice.
"Um?"
Wang Qingying was startled slightly, and she turned her head and looked behind her.
All she saw was Wan Junhao walking towards her from a distance.
He stood in front of her panting, as if he was running too hastily, and there were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.
"Did you buy this for me?"
He stood panting for a while, then pointed to Liangpi on the side and asked.
"Yeah, but it doesn't taste good now!"
Wang Qingying nodded.
But as soon as she finished saying this, she saw Wan Junhao sitting down, holding the bowl of cold skin, and started eating.
"Boss, please have a bottle of soda!"
Wang Qingqing looked at him eating like this, devouring it hungrily, for fear that he would choke.
The boss quickly put the soda on the table. Before leaving, he gave Wang Qingying a meaningful look.
Wang Qingqing felt helpless and couldn't explain anything.
"Oops, you finally were generous for a while and gave me a soda!"
Wan Junhao was probably thirsty. He drank up a bottle of soda in one go.
Wang Qingqing didn't speak and sat down opposite him again.
"what is this?"
Wang Qingqing stretched out his hand, pointed at the notebook in front of him, and asked aloud.
"do not move!"
Wan Junhao quickly took the notebook and placed it on his lap.
He continued, lowering his head, eating cold skin.
“…”
Wang Qingying was silent for a while, not knowing what to say, so he waited quietly for him to finish eating.
"Wang Qingying, I'm leaving."
Wan Junhao suddenly said this dryly.
"Well, I know, the housekeeper has already said it."
Wang Qingying responded.
"I'll give this to you. You can look at it after I leave!"
Following his quick words, Wang Qingqing saw something forcefully stuffed into his arms.
He disappeared like a gust of wind.
Waiting until he left, Wang Qingying looked at the thing that he had forced his way.
It's the same notebook he just put on the table.
She opened it and saw that it was a painting, a sketch of hers.
First there was the scene of her beating someone in that alley.