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Chapter 462: Shiyuanjali verse 8

 Everyone moved the victim with difficulty and handled the scene carefully.

She barely waited until the time to get off work. She was not on duty today, so she grabbed her backpack and rushed out, "Xiaoye! Wait a minute!"

The young man who had already reached the flower bed stopped, looked back and smiled, "Sister Xiaoyun, do you have anything to do with me?"

Yun Tuan ran forward and stood there, "Are you free to have dinner together?"

At this time, a pale-faced Xiao Liu passed by and rolled his eyes again.

Okay, it's like "catching" people again.

Xiaoye nodded, "Of course, it's my honor to have dinner with my beautiful sister."

The two of them did not go to a high-end restaurant, but just found a noodle shop on the street. Each of them had a bowl of longevity noodles. When they were paying, Yun Tuan raised his hand to stop them, "Hey, I mentioned it, so of course I will treat you.

You’re still a student, so save some money for living expenses!”

Xiaoye chuckled and put the wallet away obediently.

The boss quickly delivered two bowls of longevity noodles with a smile, along with two poached eggs.

"It's a bit hasty, but I wish you a happy birthday!" Yun Tuan gave the young man a shake of Coca-Cola and took a big sip. The carbonated bubbles rolled in her mouth and made her cough suddenly.

"Thank you, but are you... okay?"

The young man saw the girl covering her face with her arms and coughing, and her eyes suddenly turned red. The redness was particularly obvious on her porcelain white face, and his eyes dimmed.

Maybe a little baby-faced? This sister can't tell her age. In appearance, she still looks like his classmates.

"It's okay, I'm sorry, I was a little out of control." Yun Tuan calmed down and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"No, I don't understand - why does my sister know that today is my birthday?"

"Oh, I saw that when you bought milk tea at noon, the clerk wished you a happy birthday." Yun Tuan pursed his lips, waiting for a suitable opportunity to ask questions.

"I see, that's it. I'm sorry. I will remember my sister's share next time I buy milk tea!" The young man stuck out his tongue, picked up a chopstick and stuffed the noodles into his mouth, but his eyes were as hot as clouds from the burn.
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Yun Tuan lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"Okay, now I'm the same as my sister."

"Speaking of which, I still don't know your full name..."

"Ye Ci, porcelain, porcelain, many elders in my family are porcelain makers, so they gave me a hasty name." Ye Ci shook his head, quite speechless at this haste.

When he was in elementary school, he didn't know how many times he was teased. The bully in the class thought it was a girl's name and kept laughing. It was really annoying.

"In the name of an industry passed down from ancestors, it means that the elders in the family attach great importance to and look forward to your birth. Don't be rash. If this is considered rash, I am the top rash."

The clouds quietly pushed aside the green onions.

Ye Ci wanted to refute, but his words changed again, "Where is it? Yun Tuan, isn't it a very cute name? It's the same."

"Oh, right..."

Ye Ci put his chopsticks together and placed them beside the porcelain bowl. He took out a piece of paper folded into squares from his pocket, "Someone asked me to give this to you. It's strange to say that I have never seen this kind of folding method."

, and, hey, I can’t open it either.”

The young man smiled shyly, but there was no trace of guilt on his face for prying into other people's privacy.

Yun Tuan took it, and there was a small charm on the side of the square paper, which was a familiar pattern to her.

She smiled slightly, looked directly into Ye Ci's eyes, took the note under the table, quickly destroyed the mark with her nails, and then opened it.

She thought she would see a string of code words, but the message was unexpectedly direct and simple——

If there is a mole, beware of Jiang.

The signature is a heart with two connected tips tilted at 45°.


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