Without any precautions, Qu Xiaojue took a step back, and the sound of his boots on the ground was particularly loud.

The people around him were still watching and exclaimed in surprise at the sudden move.

And Qu Xiaojue's eyes staring at Liu Zhenying's face gradually became darker, deep and obscure, like the afterglow and dimness left before the sunset.

After a while, he opened his thin lips and asked, "Why?"

These three words obviously have no offensive power, but they give people a sense of palpitations.

The slender and curly eyelashes moved. Liu Zhenying stumbled and racked his brains to find an excuse: "I... you have smoked. It smells like cigarettes. It smells terrible."

No matter how you look at it, this reason is a bit absurd, especially in front of the so-called love rival.

But after Liu Zhenying finished speaking, he bit his lip, inexplicably showing a resigned and pitiful look. His little hands were still holding the corners of his clothes. He didn't know everything, but it was natural.

Even when he looked over, she subconsciously stopped her hand, feeling a little aggrieved and unreasonably aggrieved.

Qu Xiaojue laughed angrily. Seeing her like this, no matter how much anger he had in his heart, he couldn't vent it out.

He patted the top of her head with his big hand and said nothing. He just said lightly: "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

After saying that, he raised his feet and walked towards the car.

A suit of dark-toned clothes seems to blend in with the dim light. It fits perfectly and has a fatal attraction.

Realizing that Liu Zhenying did not follow him, Qu Xiaojue stopped.

Looking back, he held his thin lips and said with a hint of coolness: "Don't you want to eat meat? Get in the car and I will take you to eat meat."

The rapidly receding scenery outside the car window has a unique flavor.

But now no one appreciates it.

Wearing his seat belt, Liu Zhenying turned his head and glanced at Qu Xiaojue's extremely indifferent profile, as well as his black eyes that were like knocking over inkstones. He vaguely understood the reason for his anger, but he didn't understand it vaguely. He just felt that there was something saying in his heart.

The blockage that cannot come out is inexplicable and has no reason.

It was the first time she felt like this, and she was very unhappy.

Qu Xiaojue didn't talk to her, and she simply didn't talk to him.

The two of them were like angry children, letting a sense of death spread in the carriage.

Crossroads, red light is bright.

Qu Xiaojue slowly stepped on the brakes, and then suddenly turned his face.

It took Liu Zhenying a few seconds to react. He raised his face and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"You don't have anything to say to me?"

What should she say?

After hesitating for a few seconds, she shook her head obediently: "No."

The smile in his eyes became more and more obvious, and the chill also became deeper. His voice was unhurried and unhurried: "If it doesn't happen, then forget it."

The car was driven again, and the headlights penetrated the darkness.

Qu Xiaojue did take Liu Zhenying to eat barbecue as promised. Although it was not a self-service shop on the roadside, the sizzling sound of the oil and baking pan meeting was also very aura of human fireworks.

As soon as Liu Zhenying saw the barbecue, everything was forgotten.

Wrap the meat in the vegetable leaves happily and stuff it into your mouth.

Narrowing her eyes in excitement, she even reached out to pat Qu Xiaojue's arm because she didn't have enough to eat: "Hurry up, I'll eat them all again."

The word "and" is really fitting.

In order to facilitate the barbecue, Qu Xiaojue only wore a thin shirt with his cuffs rolled up.

Liu Zhenying's hand rested directly on his bulging muscles. His palm was warm and boneless, and even his voice was delicate and soft...

It's a pity that they didn't pay him any attention, they were all staring eagerly at the meat in the baking pan.

Qu Xiaojue silently put the roasted meat into her bowl, and then put new meat in the baking pan, seeming to ask casually: "Is the meat delicious?"

“It’s delicious.”

Medium rare, coupled with just the right seasoning, the deliciousness is simply dancing on the tip of the tongue.

She felt she could eat three more plates.

With her almond-shaped eyes rolled into crescent moons, she praised without hesitation: "You are the best barbecue person I have ever seen."

"Yeah?"

He responded slowly.

She seemed to have only eaten the meat he grilled alone.
Chapter completed!