Be capricious, be capricious!
"Of course. The city is so big, it's not that easy to eat all the snacks here!"
Lin Kesong remembered that there was a family of ginger steaks that tasted good, but of course she knew that it would definitely not pass Jiang Qianfan's tongue. She just promised the other party to be a tour guide to taste snacks for a day, and she will dutifully take him to visit all those snacks within the time limit.
It's just that Lin Kesong at this moment has become an eggplant beaten by frost, with his head bowed, and he has no ambition at all.
There was a stench in the air, and before she knew it, she had reached the door of the junior high school she once studied. Lin Kesong glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a stall where they fried stinky tofu. I suddenly recalled the first time I ate stinky tofu across from Song Yiran.
He was eating with relish, but the guy screwed his head with an expression like he was about to vomit.
The corner of Lin Kesong's mouth twitched upwards, and his wickedness rose again.
"Hey, I said, here it is. Try the stinky tofu here!"
"Stinky tofu doesn't seem to be a snack here." Jiang Qianfan frowned slightly.
Lin Kesong thought in his heart, there is a drama at the moment. Auntie is waiting for you to vomit.
"You don't know this, middle school students in the whole city, who doesn't know about this stinky tofu stall? How many students came here to buy stinky tofu by bicycle after class? I'm not saying, your luck is really good. The student tide is over, no need to queue, how wonderful!"
"I don't eat stinky tofu." Jiang Qianfan's voice was cold and commanding.
Lin Kesong had no intention of convincing him to eat stinky tofu.
To disgust a person, you don't necessarily have to make the other person eat disgusting things.
As long as she doesn't feel disgusted, she can still disgust him.
"That's okay, I'll take you to eat ginger steak in a while. I finally passed by my junior high school, you made me have a mouthful!"
"You're wasting my time. I pay you $1,000 for a day's tour guide, not including the time I wait for you to eat."
Jiang Qianfan's voice seemed to come out of a machine, and every word was as clear as a news anchor, especially the cold sound quality, which was particularly unpleasant.
Lin Kesong blinked, even the one minute he had eaten a stinky tofu was calculated so clearly.
Capitalists are capitalists!
Crazy squeezing of the surplus value of the working people!
Lin Kesong really wanted to have a theory with the other party, but Jiang Qianfan's "time waste theory" was simple but full of logic. For a while, Lin Kesong didn't know what to say.
At this moment, a man with a bag and a hat passed by the two of them, bumped into Jiang Qianfan, lowered his head and said "I'm sorry" in a muffled voice, and left in a hurry.
While Lin Kesong was still looking at Jiang Qianfan, Jiang Qianfan suddenly said, "The person who hit me just now stole my phone."
"Ah... what?"
The topic changed too quickly, and Lin Kesong hadn't established a logical relationship between stinky tofu and his mobile phone for a while.
Two seconds later, Lin Kesong suddenly realized something and looked at the man with the backpack who was gradually mixing into the crowd.
"You are waiting for me where you are! You are not allowed to go anywhere! I will chase the phone!"
After speaking, Lin Kesong turned the front of the car, pedaled hard, and chased after him.
She hated the third hand the most in her life!
If you have hands and feet, and have the ability to steal mobile phones, why don't you find a serious job!
Not to mention that during the Chinese New Year this year, she accompanied her father and mother to the fireworks show. After the performance, her phone disappeared!
Lin Kesong didn't shout "catch the thief" loudly, but rushed over with all his strength.
When he was about to rush to the other side, the guy suddenly turned around and found Lin Kesong, and immediately ran wildly.
You can run over my two wheels on two legs!
Lin Kesong rushed forward very bravely, and the surrounding pedestrians gave in one after another.
At this time, she shouted: "Catch the cell phone thief! Catch the cell phone thief! The thief in front with the black leather bag! Everyone help catch him!"
The guy decisively took off his bag and threw it on the mailbox beside him.
Lin Kesong continued to shout, "You caught the phone thief! It's the one wearing the brown woolen hat!"
The guy took off his hat and put it in his pocket, leaving two or three strands of hair swaying in the wind on his forehead.
"Phone thief! That bald one! Everyone help!"
I can't believe you can suddenly grow hair!
The two kind uncles stopped the bald thief. Lin Kesong was about to step forward to say thank you, but who knew that the two uncles stopped the bald thief behind him.
"My little girl, you said someone stole your mobile phone? What kind of mobile phone is yours? Can you describe it?"
"That's my friend's cell phone, I didn't see it clearly." Lin Kesong took a breath.
"Girl, that's what's wrong with you. You're clamoring to catch the thief who stole your phone, but now you don't know what the phone looks like, so you can't tell whether the phone on his body was stolen from you, or it was originally It's his own!"
Lin Kesong finally understood that these people belonged to a group! It's just that she, Lin Kesong, is not easy to mess with!
In college, Song Yiran suddenly went crazy and wanted to learn some taekwondo, and even dragged her on. As a result, this guy who had been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days sat on the side drinking juice to pick up girls, but Lin Kesong had developed some skills. In the end, Song Yiran's conclusion is: Lin Kesong is not only his brother, but also his bodyguard!
Lin Kesong is confident that he will kick the bald man to the sky, but with these two accomplices... she will not overestimate her strength.
Passers-by looked at her sympathetically.
The bald man smiled, turned and walked into the alley.
Lin Kesong is a hero who doesn't suffer from immediate losses, and I don't believe that you don't have a time to be alone!
She turned and rode away on her bicycle, but rounded to the other end of the alley, waiting patiently for the bald man whistling to come by. And his companion was still wandering at the junction of the alley and the street, as if to beware of Lin Kesong coming up again.
idiot! Now, far water cannot save near fire!
Lin Kesong jumped out suddenly, kicked the bald man's belly as soon as he lifted his leg, but didn't spit out the opposite. She grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the wall imposingly, "Where's my phone!"
"You... you watch out for my brothers coming over... "
From the corner of Lin Kesong's eyes, he looked at the entrance of the alley. His two foolish brothers were smoking with their backs to them.
"Why? Wait for your brother to come and see me and beat you!" Lin Kesong raised his fist, "Believe it or not, when your brother comes over, you'll be a pig's head! Where's the phone!"
"In... here..." The bald man was about to touch his pockets.
Lin Kesong is not that stupid. If this guy is digging a dagger, then what
"I'll do it myself!" Lin Kesong personally took out a shiny new mobile phone from his pocket, obviously not in the style of this bald man, "Is this the one you stole?"
"Yes... yes... I just stole such a film... It just opened today... "
Lin Kesong is not stupid, she took out her mobile phone by the way, took a picture of this guy, and said in a bully tone: "Listen to me, if you dare to steal your mobile phone again, or bring your brothers with you If you come to me for trouble, I will send your photo to the Public Security Bureau for the record!"
"Don't! Auntie! Stop stealing! Stop stealing!"
Lin Kesong snorted, glanced at the alley, then raised his hand to check the time, there was a camera there, just enough to capture the video of himself chasing the thief but being stopped by the thief's accomplice. She didn't believe that this dog could change to eat shit, so she definitely continued to steal. She went to the police station to report the case in a while.
Turning around and stepping on the bicycle, Lin Kesong went back to the school gate to find Jiang Qianfan.
While riding, I thought about the scene where I was so heroic just now.
Alas... Fighting cell phone thieves bravely, isn't that what a man should do
I am not a gentle little bird like this at all.
If this happened to Chu Ting, she would have been screaming and waiting for Song Yiran to chase her phone.
Ah... No, that guy Song Yiran wouldn't chase after his phone, he would just say: It's okay, buy a new one...
And this time I was really lucky. In case the bald man's accomplice has been with the bald man, he will not be able to retrieve the phone at all. And in case they found out and rushed back, they would only have to ride a bicycle to escape.
Alas, she really shouldn't be chasing after her cell phone. They should take Jiang Qianfan to the police.
Lin Kesong was imagining Jiang Qianfan's expression in the police station when a small pebble was pressed against the front wheel, the wheel tilted, and Lin Kesong fell to the ground.
Bicycle wheels whirled.
Lin Kesong's mouth turned to one side. The palms of her two hands hurt like fire, and when she looked up, the palms were scratched a lot. She raised her head and sighed, stood up firmly, took a napkin and put it in the palm of her hand, got on the bicycle, and continued to find Jiang Qianfan.
By the time she returned to the school gate, it was already half past eight in the evening.
The stall of fried stinky tofu is closing. Jiang Qianfan was nowhere to be seen for a long time.
☆, the taste of secret love = rock candied haws
Lin Kesong's heart sank. She didn't leave for too long! Why are people gone
"Boss! Just now there was a good-looking man who was invisible, standing in this position. Do you know where he went?"
"Oh, I saw him cross the road and go across!"
"He... the road he crossed?"
"yes."
"It's really desperate!" Lin Kesong quickly rode to the opposite side.
Opposite is a row of stationery stores and bookstores. Lin Kesong looked around, but couldn't find it.
Sweat was pouring out on my back.
What are you doing! Didn't he let him wait for her in place! What road did he cross by himself! Shaking what!
The phone is gone, how can anyone contact him!
He didn't understand the three words "waiting in place"!
Lin Kesong inquired about all the stores, anxiously wondering if he was going to call the police, and finally the owner of a small shop said to her, "The person you are looking for seems to have gone to that Mufeng Cafe!"
Lin Kesong almost knelt down to the boss.
She hurried to the cafe, leaned her bicycle against the door, and walked upstairs in three or two steps.
After looking around, I finally saw Mr. Jiang who was indifferent and frosty by the window.
The still handsome face, delicate enough to not pick out any flaws in the facial features, the sunlight slanted on the tip of his nose, covering it with a layer of warmth.
Even his indifference and alienation can't make people unhappy at all, on the contrary, it adds a sense of mystery.
There was a glass of lemonade in front of him.
Jiang Qianfan picked up the cup and put it between his lips and took a sip. It seemed as if Lin Kesong was the air in his world.
Lin Kesong was so angry, it was like a rocket was about to take off.
She sat down forcefully in front of Jiang Qianfan, holding her breath and said, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me where you were? How did you come here?"
There was no expression on Jiang Qianfan's face that he felt that he had done something wrong.
"I don't like the smell of stinky tofu."
Lin Kesong rolled his eyes, thinking that I still don't like you!
"Then what if I can't find you?"
"You will surely find me."
"why?"
"For a guide fee of one thousand dollars a day."
Lin Kesong felt like he was being stabbed again.
She had a hard day today, and she was still willing to come back to him, but she really couldn't remember the $1,000 a day's tour guide fee.
"Your phone." Lin Kesong slid the other party's phone off the table.
The guy slowly took out the tissue and wiped the phone. His fingers are beautiful, and when he nods, there is an inexplicable beauty.
This was the first time that Lin Kesong looked at him so carefully and up close.
"Do you want something to eat here? Or go eat ginger shredded fork?"
Lin Kesong was already a little tired, and his voice was sullen.
"The coffee here is of poor quality. You can tell by smelling the temperature that it is not bitter or mellow. The dim sum I served just now still has a faint taste of flour, indicating that the time in the oven is not enough. At this level, I will not eat here."
Jiang Qianfan put the phone back in his pocket.
Lin Kesong pressed her forehead, and she knew that this place would not meet Jiang Qianfan's taste. She also wanted to lose her temper like a volcanic eruption, but when her eyes touched Jiang Qianfan's peaceful brows, she found that she couldn't erupt.
He is like a lake between the clouds and mists in the valley, let you shake the mountain, and he is calm.
"You're angry." Jiang Qianfan remained expressionless.
Thank you for knowing that I am angry.
"I managed to get your phone back for you. You are not waiting for me. How would you feel if you were me?"
"I pay you the tour guide fee, and I don't need you to chase my phone for me."
Another knife, in the middle of the red heart.
But Lin Kesong didn't even feel the pain anymore.
"Oh, I see. Stop chasing next time, let's go."
Hope your phone is stolen as soon as you go out! When the time comes, I will kneel and beg me to chase you back, and I will also order a glass of lemonade and drink it slowly!
Lin Kesong got up, grabbed the other end of Jiang Qianfan's blind stick, and led him down the stairs.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Jiang Qianfan suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"You are injured." Jiang Qianfan asked suddenly.
Lin Kesong thought to himself, can't you see? Could it be that you still know that my palm is worn out
"Oh, I fell on my bike. How did you know that?"
Lin Kesong felt a little grievance in his heart. However, if the other party was Song Yiran, she might even give her two OK stretches. But this sovereign Mr. Jiang... It's good that he doesn't get stabbed.
"I smell blood."
Lin Kesong looked at his palm, so he could smell the bloodshot
Although I heard that although blind people have lost their vision, other senses may be more sensitive, but they are not so sensitive.
"Go to the pharmacy and clean it up."
This was the most human word that this guy said during the day that Lin Kesong was with him.
There is a small pharmacy nearby. Lin Kesong bought a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. When she put it on her palm, tears rolled in her eyes, and her eyes caught sight of Jiang Qianfan standing by the window.
His expression was solemn.
Rows of lights from the headlights outside the window swept across his face, and his eyes didn't even blink.
He is obviously a mortal, but he has an aura that is condescending and unmoved by all things in the world.
She knew it was strange to use "beautiful" to describe a man.
But at that moment, Jiang Qianfan gave her an indifferent and beautiful illusion.
Lin Kesong suddenly began to imagine, if Jiang Qianfan's eyes were visible, what kind of expression would he have on his face
Is it more arrogant? Or just laugh casually like Song Yiran
After putting on the band-aid, Lin Kesong and Jiang Qianfan continued on the road.
The city is very prosperous, and even at night, it is still full of people.
When they came to the small shop selling ginger strips, the owner was packing up and preparing to close. Lin Kesong bought the last serving of ginger slices.
Jiang Qianfan lowered his head, Ye Feng picked up his hair, and the dim light made his profile look unreal.
As she expected, Jiang Qianfan only took one bite.
"The sweetness and sourness is just right, and the fresh ginger is strong. But the eggs used as ingredients are too fishy and should be eggs laid by fodder, not grain-fed chickens."
"If you use local eggs, the cost is too high for such a small store."
Lin Kesong explained.
"Um."
It was rare that the cold Jiang Qianfan would agree with her point of view.
Just at this moment, an old lady passed by them carrying the ice-sugar haws. There were only two sporadic strings left on the target.
There was a sweet and sour taste on Lin Kesong's tongue, and his saliva was about to overflow. The mood that was obviously sluggish suddenly cheered up again.
"When you get here, how could you not eat candied haws!"
Lin Kesong only bought one bunch.
Because no matter how delicious she thought it was, Jiang Qianfan would only eat one bite at most.
Lin Kesong stretched out the candied gourd in front of Jiang Qianfan, "Be careful, bite down sideways, and don't get stuck with a bamboo stick."
Jiang Qianfan opened his mouth, and Lin Kesong saw the tip of his tongue again.
I don't know why, every time Jiang Qianfan is eating, as long as she accidentally sees the tip of his tongue, it seems as if something gently swept her heart, arousing her thinking, and the whole world is rippling slightly in ripples. .
He took the candied haws in his mouth, instead of wrapping it in his mouth, he bit it down with a click.
The red icing cracked between his lips, making a crackling sound.
He held it for less than a second, and frowned.
Lin Ke Song looked at his expression and burst into laughter in his heart.
"How about it?"
“… Hawthorn should be peeled, otherwise it is too astringent. The pulp of hawthorn is too sour, the sugar coating is too thin, and the sweetness and sourness cannot be balanced. The quality of the sugar is also not good, and there are too many impurities.”
"So it doesn't taste good?"
"It's the worst thing you've ever eaten with me today."
Lin Kesong smiled. She parked her bicycle on the side of the road, sat down on the steps, and took a bite of the candied haws. Deliberately creaking.
"Have you ever had a crush on anyone?" she asked casually.
Anyway, if he treats him like a god, he won't show a different expression. Rather than just thinking about it.
"No."
The answer is a neat yes.
His figure grows to loneliness under the street lamp. Lin Kesong laughed. For the first time, she felt that she had an advantage over Jiang Qianfan.
There were at least some experiences she had that he had not felt.
"Secret love is like candied haws. It's wrapped in sweet icing that likes someone, but as long as you bite into it, it will taste sour and astringent. Especially when you see the person you like always has someone else around and that 'other' ' Usually when it's a cocky green tea bitch, the sour feeling almost pops out of your throat. But when you're wearing old jeans, you're casually walking down the street with the guy you have a crush on. Lane, and bought a bunch of candied haws. Actually, you know that the sugar coating is too thin to compete with the sourness of the hawthorn. But you still feel that each piece makes you feel good, because that person is by your side.”
Jiang Qianfan stood where he was and did not speak.
Lin Ke Song guessed that he didn't know what a "green tea bitch" was, let alone what a "secret love" was.
It was just that he was rarely silent and patiently waited for Lin Kesong to finish eating the remaining candied haws.
When there was still the last one left, Lin Kesong stood up and came to Jiang Qianfan's side, tilted his face, and hit him with his elbow: "Hey! There is only one left! Do you want to eat more? One bite?"
"No." The expected cold reply.
"Actually, the two hawthorns in the back are not as sour as the previous ones. Try it, maybe you will find it delicious?"
Lin Kesong stretched the candied gourd to Jiang Qianfan's lips, but Jiang Qianfan didn't directly refuse, but just avoided it. When his eyebrows swayed in front of her, his line of sight seemed to be stretched.
Such Jiang Qianfan has a kind of softness.
Lin Kesong suddenly became wicked, wanting to see more of Jiang Qianfan's expression when he avoided.
The face he turned to the side, even his slender and white neck, was like a shooting star destined to cut through the sky and disappear. She could only see it with her eyes and could never catch it.
Lin Kesong stood on tiptoe and deliberately pressed the candied haws to his lips. When he raised his hand to refuse, he deliberately said, "Be careful with the bamboo sticks!"
Jiang Qianfan did not push her away, but chose to retreat.
"Come on! It's the last one! Maybe you've tasted a thousand hawthorns and they are all sour, but this one is different! Not every hawthorn comes from the same tree!"
"I'm not the one for you to joke about, Miss Lin."
Jiang Qianfan's voice contained a hint of warning, and the air pressure dropped.
"I'm not kidding you. Why can't you try to look forward to the taste of the last candied fruit? Maybe the sour and sweet are just right."
Jiang Qianfan stood there, motionless.
Lin Kesong stubbornly pressed the candied haws to his lips, with a wicked expression on his face.
Maybe he wanted to refuse again, or maybe he didn't want to be entangled by Lin Kesong again, he opened his lips slightly, and the moment his lips opened, it was like another world slowly opening.
Lin Kesong watched this brief moment, and abruptly took the candied haws back.
"You don't want to eat it."
She clicked and bit it off.
What the hell! This last one is the most sour!
Lin Kesong threw the bamboo sticks into the trash can and clapped his hands.
Jiang Qianfan still stood where he was, without any expression on his face.
Lin Kesong raised his lips and showed a smug expression in front of him: "Did you want to bite down just now?"
The other party did not answer her, and there was a sense of indifference between the indifferent eyebrows.
"Do you want to know the taste of the last one?"
"No." Jiang Qianfan's eyes were cold, obviously invisible, but because the lights of the street lamps were refracted, they looked like matches burning silently in the dark.
"I didn't plan to tell you either." Lin Kesong walked to the side of the bicycle with his pockets in his pocket.
The phone in his pocket rang, it was his assistant Li Yan calling.
Lin Kesong patted the car mat and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to where you live. Although the day's tour is not over yet, I can supply you with the rest tomorrow."
Anyway, she was unemployed and at home, so idle to the point of getting moldy.
"My flight tomorrow morning." Jiang Qianfan said lightly.
"Oh... but it's late, someone will worry about you."
Lin Kesong stepped on the bicycle, and Jiang Qianfan sat up following the voice. She didn't care much about the $1,000 tour guide fee, because she was too tired to think about it.
The evening wind was a little cool, blowing on Lin Kesong's face.
A touch of sweetness and the smell of hawthorn spread in the air.
They rode across the cross road. Because the street lights were a little dim, Lin Kesong couldn't see it clearly. The front wheel turned and the rear wheel swayed.
Lin Kesong tried his best to keep his balance, but at that moment, she felt something covering her waist.
The feeling of warmth is so clear, as if holding her heart.
But the opponent's hand quickly dropped.
Lin Kesong lowered his head and pursed the corners of his lips.
They didn't say a word along the way.
Lin Kesong sent him to a luxury hotel in the city center. At the door of the hotel, Li Yan and another foreigner whom Lin Kesong had not seen seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
"Why are you back now! Miss Lin, where did you take Mr. Jiang!"
For a while, Lin Kesong didn't know what to say.
Instead, the foreigner next to Li Yan held Li Yan's shoulders and asked Jiang Qianfan in English, "Mr. Jiang, are you alright?"
"I'm very good."
Jiang Qianfan's English is slightly cool, preferring British pronunciation, appearing rigorous and restrained.
Lin Kesong exhaled and pushed the bicycle in front of Li Yan, "Mr. Li, this is the bicycle you bought, and I have returned it to the original owner."
☆, even if you are brothers, you have to knock on the door!
Li Yan seemed to want to say something to Lin Kesong, but Jiang Qianfan said to the foreigner, "Mel, pay her a thousand dollars for the tour guide fee."
"Yes, sir." Mel nodded, turned to Lin Kesong and said, "Miss, what's your name?"
"That...my name is Lin Kesong..." Lin Kesong thought to himself whether the other party was going to bank transfer or write a cash check. Do he need to write down his account information
"Cross?" Mel had a moustache above his lips, wore rimless glasses, and wore a very formal suit, looking like an old English gentleman. Compared with Li Yan, he is indeed much more amiable. Moreover, his Chinese is so good that he can hardly hear his accent.
"Lin is my surname, and my name is Ke Song."
Mel smiled. "Sounds like a croissant."
Lin Kesong smiled, "Ah, Mage Croissant!"
Mel really tore off a cash check and handed it to Lin Kesong very politely: "Thank you for being by Mr. Jiang's side today, cute little bread."
Lin Kesong blinked, what did he call her
Cute little buns
Jiang Qianfan, who had already walked up the steps of the hotel, stopped slightly and turned to Lin Kesong's direction.
Although Lin Ke Song knew that he couldn't see her at all, she didn't know why, she had the illusion that the other party was saying "goodbye" to her.
"Goodbye, Mr. Jiang."
After Lin Kesong finished speaking in a low voice, he walked across the road, intending to take the subway home.
Li Yan and Mel accompanied Jiang Qianfan into the elevator.
Jiang Qianfan, who had always been cold, suddenly said, "Where's that bicycle?"
"Oh, I think... Why don't you give it to the hotel staff?" Li Yan showed a strange expression, he didn't understand why Jiang Qianfan suddenly lifted the bicycle.
"I'm taking it back to New York."
Li Yan opened his mouth, there is no need to bring a bicycle back to New York, and Jiang Qianfan can't see it, he can't ride a bicycle at all!
But Mel raised his hand slightly, signaling Li Yan to stop talking.
When they returned to the hotel room, after Li Yan made a brief report, only Jiang Qianfan and Mel were left in the room.
Mel unhurriedly made a pot of tea and sat opposite Jiang Qianfan.
"Mr. Jiang, Li Yan said that you wanted to try the snacks here. Why didn't he accompany you, instead he chose a strange girl who was a bicycle?"
"The Wave Hotel is not as good as Li Yan's report, and it is not enough to be my partner in China. Today in the Wave Hotel, Li Yan is also much more nervous than usual."
"So, Mr. Jiang, what do you think Li Yan is hiding from you?"
"My trust will only be given once. If I sit in that car, I don't think Li Yan will let me find what I really want."
"But Miss Lin did it, didn't she?"
"Yes."
At this moment, Lin Kesong was sleeping on the back of her chair in the subway. When she woke up suddenly, she seemed to have sat on the same line twice!
With a touch of saliva, Lin Kesong hurriedly got out of the car.
When I got home, I took a good bath and lay on the bed. Lin Kesong sent Song Yiran a voice message on WeChat: I seem to be going to New York too.
After he finished speaking, he switched his phone to Do Not Disturb mode, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep.
At eight o'clock in the morning the next day, a black Bentley was driving on the road in the city.
The young man in the front row patted the car window: "I didn't think it was eight o'clock in the morning, and the traffic was so congested!"
"Even in New York, the traffic at eight o'clock in the morning isn't much better, let alone in China? Calm down, young man," Mel comforted.
The car was stuck at an intersection, unable to move for a few minutes.
Li Yan, who was sitting in the front row, carefully glanced at the boss's face in the rearview mirror.
Jiang Qianfan's joy and anger were still invisible, and his face like an ice sculpture could not see any emotional fluctuations.
But Li Yan had a vague feeling that Zhao Dong from the Wave Hotel asked him to help him achieve cooperation with Jiang Qianfan. The other party knew.
Jiang Qianfan wanted to taste local snacks, but he could have completely left it to Li Yan to plan the plan, and he didn't need to buy a special bicycle and ask a little girl to take him there. It's late again. Although the traffic is not under his control, Li Yan can't help but worry. If they don't catch the plane, will Jiang Qianfan blame him for this
The morning air was still fresh, Jiang Qianfan was half-opened in bed, and the warm sunlight fell on half of his face.
Suddenly, he said, "Is there someone selling candied haws on the road?"
Li Yandun stopped, looked out the window, and saw an old man walking slowly on the sidewalk carrying a stake full of candied haws. If it were an ordinary person, he might be surprised how Jiang Qianfan could know without seeing it. But Li Yan stayed by his side for nearly a year, Jiang Qianfan's sense of smell is very keen, as long as it is within five meters of the smell, he can distinguish it.
"Someone is selling candied haws."
"I want one."
Li Yan looked at Mel, and Mel nodded.
After getting out of the car, Li Yan exhaled. He really couldn't understand Jiang Qianfan.
At the tip of Jiang Qianfan's tongue, the sense of taste will be infinitely enlarged, whether it is delicious or unpalatable. Therefore, Jiang Qianfan's requirements for food are so high that people feel unreasonable. Food that ordinary people think is pretty good may be difficult for him to swallow.
As for things like candied haws that can't be put on the table at all, how did Li Yan think that Jiang Qianfan couldn't possibly want to eat it.
But after these two days, Li Yan has understood that as an assistant, what he has to do is not to ask why, but to do what Jiang Qianfan told him to do.
After carefully selecting the most eye-catching rock candied haws, Li Yan carefully wrapped it in a paper bag and put it into the car.
He was very curious, does Jiang Qianfan really know how to eat
The car finally moved. Jiang Qianfan just held the candied haws naturally, he didn't want to eat it, and he couldn't even tell what he was thinking.
It wasn't until he arrived at the airport and got out of the car that Li Yan and the driver started to make salutes, and Jiang Qianfan handed the candied haws to Mel.
"Sir? Is this also going to be brought back to New York?"
"It's not the taste I want."
After Jiang Qianfan finished speaking, he took out his blind cane and walked forward.
Li Yan looked at Mel, and Mel gave him the candied haws again.
But he didn't know what to do with this candied haws? Does Jiang Qianfan still want it? But don't be like a bicycle again, when you get on the plane and suddenly ask if the Bingtang Haws have been packed and airlifted back to New York!
Before Lin Kesong woke up, Lin Kesong was dragged up.
"Why didn't you answer the call? It's eleven o'clock and you're still sleeping? Is this the attitude of an unemployed young woman to live?"
A playful voice fell from above. As soon as Lin Kesong opened his eyes, he saw a pair of long and narrow peach blossom eyes.
And the mole on the bridge of the nose that represents the flower heart.
Lin Kesong suddenly woke up.
"Hey—Song Yiran! What are you doing! How... how did you appear in my room!"
"I came to you, your mother opened the door for me, she went to rehearse some red silk dance with other aunts. I sat on your sofa from nine in the morning until eleven o'clock to get you up, you Don't you think I'm already very loyal?" Song Yiran still had a natural expression on his face.
"You should knock on the door first, and then come in after I get dressed!"
Lin Kesong looked down and almost collapsed. She was wearing her father's plaid pajamas, and her head was probably like a chicken coop. Her image! Although she believed that she had no image in front of Song Yiran.
Song Yiran pretended to walk out of the bedroom, stood at the door and knocked: "Lin Kesong, I'm in!"
Lin Kesong rolled his eyes, is this interesting
Before waiting for her to reply, Song Yiran walked in, "Anyway, you are dressed neatly. Let me clarify first, what does your WeChat message mean?"
"Is that what it means? Don't you understand Chinese?"
To be honest, Lin Kesong didn't want him to come and ask him about it like this.
Song Yiran looked at Lin Ke Song, and when she saw that it made her hairy, she said very seriously, "Ke Song, don't you think you like me, so you're going to New York in order to be with me all the time?"
Lin Kesong's heart was instantly seized by something, and he was almost breathless.
At that moment, she suddenly realized that some of her feelings might be best never to be known by Song Yiran.
She raised the corners of her lips, making a bandit and bully expression, and hooked her fingers on Song Yiran's chin: "Beauty, the uncle just likes you very much. Don't keep hiding from the uncle! Even the uncle in New York will accompany you!"
Song Yiran immediately put on the appearance of a little daughter-in-law, and fell on the bed shyly, "Alas...don't want it, sir!"
Lin Kesong laughed and jumped up, deliberately messing this guy's hair as messy as his own.