As soon as the files were closed, Huo Yunque spoke, "Huo Qi—"
"Yes! What's your order, sir?"
"You go..." The man paused slightly, his gaze moved to the right, and finally landed on a shop with petty bourgeois decoration, "Go and buy her a drink."
"Ah? To whom?" Huo Qi was stunned, unable to react for a moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, he met the man's narrow and cold eyes, Huo Qi was shocked and suddenly realized.
"Sir, you mean Ms. Song?" He immediately opened the door and got out of the car, trotted a few steps, turned back and asked, "Sir, what flavor do you want to buy?"
taste
Huo Yunque pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist, his forehead hair brushed his eyelids, and the bridge of his nose was covered with shadows.
After a long time, I finally spit out two words, "Sweet."
Huo Qi staggered, noticing that the coldness on Mr.'s body was getting stronger, so he turned around and ran away.
He is also an idiot. How can a man who never touches drinks, sir, be able to distinguish between different flavors of milk tea
Huo Qi took the order, and before entering the door, he passed by a male student who was holding milk tea.
Naturally, he didn't notice that the boy looked towards the school gate with the milk tea in his hand, his eyes lit up when he saw a pretty figure, and he quickly ran towards the girl.
"Song Jingwan!"
Song Yaoyao didn't even move her eyelids when she heard the movement.
She stared at the ground, where an ant was weaving through the crowd.
Song Jingwan brushed her long hair that was blown by the wind, and looked towards the place where the sound was made with a smile. When she saw that it was a classmate, her smile deepened, "Student Meng? What can you do for me?"
Meng Hang stared at her smiling face bewilderedly, his face flushed. Holding the milk tea, Baba passed it over, "Please, please drink milk tea."
"Wow!"
Song Jingwan blinked, a little surprised, "Did you buy it for me?"
She took it with a smile, knowing what the other person was thinking, but pretending not to understand, "Thank you, I will invite you back another day."
"No, no need! As long as you like it. Then-see you tomorrow!" The boy said quickly with a blushing face, and ran away with both hands and feet.
"Tut—"
As soon as the boy left, Song Jingwan sneered, playing with the milk tea in her hand in disgust.
"Hey, here's for you to drink." She seemed to be giving the milk tea to Song Yaoyao beside her.
Song Yaoyao raised her head and looked into Song Jingwan's eyes, "It was given to you by someone else."
"I know, but so what? Do I have to drink milk tea when everyone gives me it? I'll get fat." Song Jingwan smiled hypocritically, with a slight smug look in her eyes, "Besides, in the past, others Isn't the milk tea I gave you all for you?"
Song Yaoyao was holding her schoolbag, and she didn't understand Song Jingwan's behavior.
"If you ruin other people's minds like this, you will be punished."
After she finished speaking lightly, she turned her head and continued to look at the ground, but the ants were gone.
No matter how you say it, Song Jingwan was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and was doted on by her parents since she was a child. She can get whatever she wants. But Song Yaoyao didn't see any outstanding qualities in her, instead she was full of hypocrisy and meanness.
The three views have long been crooked to the bone.
"Retribution? Okay, I'll wait! It's too naive to just want to win my heart with a cup of milk tea." Song Jingwan dismissively glanced at Song Yaoyao, "Do you want milk tea or not? If you don't drink it, I'll—"
"Miss Song!"
The familiar voice softened Song Yaoyao's tense face instantly. She looked over with bright eyes, and saw Huo Qi walking towards her with milk tea and dessert.