Zhongshan Road is at the center of the urban area. At 5:30, this time is just a place for get off work. There are many pedestrians and cars traveling on the road. When Xia Mengling is in happiness, there is ten minutes from 5:30.
Because of the way to eat immediately, there were many guests in the restaurant. Xia Mengyu looked around at a glance, and did not see Yan Siming, and went directly to the second floor.
Unlike the first floor, the lobby on the second floor is very quiet. Looking at it, there is only one person sitting by the window. Although he does not look back, Xia Mengyu has judged that he is Yan Siming from his back.
In the past few times, every time I met Yan Siming's meeting, she was too memorable. She was a little scared. Although time and place were dazzled by Yan Siming, she took the initiative to ask.
Promote the feeling of tiger mouth, uneasy.
She stood at the entrance of the stairs, and those memories in the past let her have no courage to take the first step after standing in the same place.
When Xia Mengling came up, Yan Siming already knew that the second floor of the happiness tonight had been wrapped by him. At this time, no one would come up and not be familiar with Xia Mengling, but he
I felt that he had judged from the footsteps. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Xia Meng who came over, turned around, and glanced at Xia Meng who was dazed in his back.
The facial features, the smile is a bit provocative, "What, regret it? Want to escape?"
Obviously Zhang Ji's handsome and handsome face, but the smile and what they said made people have an impulse to cut people.
He had been carefully set up for so long, and finally waited until his prey voluntarily jumped into his trap. At this time, how could he easily let go?
Originally, he didn't want to meet immediately after she called herself, but he was really worried that she would regret it. This is not impossible.
Emotionally, she was different from ordinary girls. Ning Ziqian's status in her heart was not easy to shake.
Xia Meng exhaled his breath, lowered his head down, pulled the corner of his mouth, and he was angry, so that his face would not make his face look so stiff.
Now that she is here, even if she is reluctant, she will not turn around at this time.
Revisiting? If there are other choices, she will do that. Unfortunately, when God closed her door, it seemed that her windows were all locked from the outside.
Xia Mengfeng walked in the direction of Yan Siming. On the dining table, four dishes and one soup, it was a few home -cooked dishes in happiness.
Xia Mengyu sat down in the opposite position opposite Yan Siming, and then put his bag aside.
Ning Ziqian also likes to eat tomatoes and egg soup, so she often makes this dish, but she will not put so many shallots.
"You shouldn't have dinner yet? Drink a bowl of soup first."
Yan Siming said, took the spoon and gave Xia Meng a bowl of egg soup and handed it to her.
"Thanks."
Xia Mengfeng's tone was faint, as early as the past and alienated.
She didn't eat dinner. She should say that she didn't eat much this day. She was really hungry, but she still had no appetite, but Xia Mengying still took two sips.
"Why not eat it?"
Yan Siming put down the spoon in his hand and watched Xia Mengyu asking.
"Can't eat."
Xia Mengying's answer, simple words, the cold voice calm like a person without emotion.
"Don't waste it."
When Yan Siming said this, he looked at the egg soup in front of Xia Mengying, and his expression was particularly serious. He looked like this, making Xia Mengyu feel that he seemed to have done a very shameful thing, but waste was indeed really a waste.
Shame, but she really can't eat it. How could she eat things at this time?
Although she had made a choice, but now she is not in her heart without hovering and regret.
If her mother was really successful this time, she knew what exchanges she used, what would she do?
Xia Mengling twisted his brows, and he couldn't have any goodwill in his heart.
"I met you, not for drinking egg soup."
If she really wants to eat something, she will not choose to have a meal with Yan Siming. If he has no sincerity, even if he sees it, then there is no need to continue to talk about it.
She came to see him, rather than willing to be willing to be helpless.
"I just feel that it is not good."
Xia Mengyun glanced at her annoyedly, the clear eyes, in addition to the jumping anger and fire, a trace of hope, the depths of the bottom of the eyes, and the despair and sadness that could not be opened.
She didn't say anything. She lifted the small bowl with the egg soup, and drank the egg soup in the bowl in one breath. After drinking, she put the bowl on the table with both hands, pumping on the paper towels, and she pumped her tissue tissue.
, Wipe your mouth, "Is this okay?"
Because of her series of movements, and her seemingly coercive meaning, Yan Siming's mouth was a touch of smiling condensation, her eyes were cold, and there was no temperature.
"Is it insulting you to eat something? How many people are starved to death because of not eating?"
Yan Siming's voice was cold, and the meaning of accusations was strong.
Xia Mengyu did not speak. From childhood to large, she was not worried about clothing and food. It can be said that she was a little princess -like life. She did not go out of the door. Even if she went out to play, she went to a prosperous and developed city.
After being hungry, at least, when she wants to eat, no one will make her hungry. She does not know the suffering of the world. She acknowledges that there are so many things that happened, and she still wants to always want to want to always want
People who make herself unfortunately, she can't do a meal with Yan Yuecai.
It is not the problem of egg soup. The purpose of her and Yan Siming today is destined to have a smile and laughter like a friend.
"Say, what do you want me to do to do bone marrow transplant surgery with my mother?"
Yan Siming couldn't open the door to see the mountain, then she stated that it was right.
"Let me accompany me to finish this meal."
Yan Siming laughed, and it looked like a rogue. Xia Mengyu suddenly thought that when he met with him for the first time, his cold eyes could freeze people, and those eyes seemed to live as if he had been fierce and bloodthirsty.
Beast, completely different from the person you see now.
"Yan Siming, I hope you will not tease me in the end."
"The stomach is full, and then you have to scold you to have strength."
Xia Mengyu didn't say anything, and gave herself a small bowl of rice. The original delicious meal had a taste without a taste. Her action machinery was like a puppet that was held by a rope.