In fact, she is the cutest one among them, so there is no need to worry that she will be confused with this group of girls.

"Really? That's good! Actually, I don't like An Sangyu's hair either. I really don't like it. He still looks good with gray hair."

This little cute melon, doesn’t she know that she said the wrong thing? She also knows that An Sangyu’s hair used to be gray.

Han Zeyu ate up all the remaining rice in a few mouthfuls.

"An Shangyu, we have to leave." Han Zeyu picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.

At this time, An Sangyu brought out a large portion of Western-style beef tenderloin fried rice.

"Do you want to be the Hulk? Eat so much." Han Zeyu was frightened by him.

An Mengmeng was also frightened by her brother, but when she saw such fragrant fried rice, she seemed to be hungry again.

"No, this is for us to eat together. I won't let you leave until you finish eating. There are three servings here!" An Shangyu said with a smile.

Han Zeyu smiled and said: "An Shangyu, what kind of fun are you doing? We are already full, what else do you want? If you don't want to eat, cute baby, let's go!"

However, An Mengmeng didn't respond and was still staring at the fried rice.

"Okay, this foodie!" Han Zeyu had no choice but to sit down.

An Sangyu sat down, then picked up chopsticks and kept eating.

"Qingze, can I eat it?" An Mengmeng swallowed her saliva.

Han Zeyu smiled and said, "Well, of course."

"Mengqi, you should ask me, don't ask this idiot, I brought out this fried rice." An Shangyu said jealously.

Why did Mengmeng ask Qingze if she could eat the rice he brought out?

"Aren't they all the same? Qingze is going to take me to get a haircut later! An Shangyu, let's go together!" An Mengmeng said happily.

An Shangyu was confused, getting a haircut? When did this little guy want to get a haircut? Was it Han Zeyu who instigated it?

"Qingze, do you want to take her to get my hair cut off by the way?" An Shangyu asked contemptuously. He didn't know about Qingze's thoughts!

"No, turn around and look at the door." Han Zeyu had already seen someone coming in with the same hair as An Mengmeng.

An Shangyu looked back and saw that all the fried rice he had just eaten spit out, and it happened to spit on Han Zeyu's face.

"Fuck! Let's go now!" An Sangyu immediately dropped the spoon in his hand.

"Qingze..." An Mengmeng couldn't laugh or cry as she watched her brother spit the rice into Qingze's face.

"An...Shang...Yu...!" Han Zeyu was so angry that he picked up the whole plate of fried rice.

An Shangyu didn't know what was going on, but when he looked back, he saw that Han Zeyu's face was covered with fried rice.

"Qingze, what's wrong with you?"

"Die Fenchang! Go to hell!" Han Zeyu said angrily and smashed the fried rice in An Shangyu's face.

"Pah——." An Shangyu's face was also full of rice grains.

An Mengmeng immediately left her seat because the food was about to get on her body.

Han Zeyu cursed unhappily: "I just took a shower! Damn it!"

Han Zeyu took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. It seemed that he was going to wash his face ten or twenty times today. It felt like his face was covered with An Shangyu's saliva. It was so damn disgusting.

"Qingze!" An Shangyu roared, then took the plate off his face, "Let's fight!"

"Okay! Dead rice sausage!"
Chapter completed!