But Cheng Anning saw that Huo Yan's brows were about to knot up, so he showed mercy and took him to a clothing store on the street.
After coming out, the two of them changed their clothes.
Huo Yan was wearing very casual short-sleeved trousers, and even her combed hair was let down. She looked particularly young and handsome, and the coldness on her body was weakened.
Cheng Anning also changed out of her long skirt and wore short-sleeved shorts of the same style. She neatly tied her hair into a ponytail, looking like a sunny girl.
"Let's go there first. There is a time-honored Hong Kong tea, go and try it."
Although Huo Yan was uncomfortable with it, he did not resist and followed him obediently.
The two walked through the crowd, but because it was too crowded, they had to get very close.
Cheng Anning grabbed him and said, "Follow me, don't get swept away."
Huo Yan paused and looked at the back of the figure in front of him who was shorter and much thinner than him, but it gave him a sense of stability in the bustling crowd.
She didn't let go, just dragged him away, all the way to the restaurant.
After sitting down, Huo Yan seemed particularly uncomfortable, especially since he had to scald the dishes and chopsticks with boiling water and filter them. He had to do this himself.
He looked at Cheng Anning's skillful movements and said, "You don't seem to find it strange."
"Well, my mother used to do this when she was still alive."
"This is the custom here. Is your mother from here?"
Cheng Anning paused while scalding the bowl.
In her memory, her mother seemed to have this habit of scalding bowls, but her mother did not have a Hong Kong accent and was a standard imperial capital person.
So, where does this habit come from?
An idea looms...
For example, that father whom I have never met?
"peaceful?"
"Ah, I'm fine. What would you like to eat?"
"Do whatever you want."
Cheng Anning ordered from the menu. The Hong Kong-style food didn't suit their taste, but she liked the lemon tea very much. After finishing the meal, she walked away with a cup of lemon tea.
Huo Yan also held a glass in his hand, and the two looked like ordinary lovers, strolling through the streets.
Gradually, Huo Yan also let go of his aura as 'Master Huo' and slowly relaxed.
"Let's go, let's go see a movie?"
"good."
Whatever she asked for, he would satisfy it.
Huo Yan was not confused, but he chose to ignore it and cherish this hard-won relationship.
In the cinema, the two of them were choosing movies. Cheng Anning asked him what he wanted to watch. They exchanged a few words from time to time, and then someone clicked and took a photo.
"Hello, I'm doing this interview on the street. Can I interview you? You guys look right!"
Huo Yan's originally frowning brows relaxed because of the word "Deng Dui".
"Miss, are you locals?"
Cheng Anning said smoothly: "No, we are here for a trip."
"So what do you think of Hong Kong City, sir?"
The random street interview asked tourists about their views on the port city. The conversation was very relaxed, and Cheng Anning also answered some of the questions.
Huo Yan looked at her with a doting look throughout the whole process, and occasionally helped answer a few questions with sharp words.
When the interview was over, the reporter sent two blessings of peace, "This is the blessing of peace for marriage from Pu'an Temple, the most effective temple in Hong Kong. It is very effective. I give it to you. I wish you a happy marriage and happiness for a hundred years."
Cheng Anning knew that the other party had misunderstood that they were a couple. He was about to explain, but swallowed it back, accepted the peace blessing with a smile, and said thank you.
Huo Yan held the small Ping An Fu, took a careful look at it, and then solemnly put it into his pocket, even more cautiously than he would with an unlimited black card.
Cheng Anning didn't notice his move, put Ping An Fu in his pocket, and said, "Let's go, the movie is about to start."
The two people entered the venue with their tickets, but little did they know that the interview was live.
Originally a street interview that no one would watch, it became a little popular because of a handsome man and a beautiful woman who are so good-looking.
"Wow, she's so beautiful! She's such a pretty girl!"
"This man is so handsome! Is he a celebrity?"
"The interview was arranged by the insider? Did a celebrity model be specially invited to do the interview? To create public opinion? To gain attention? I don't believe that street amateurs can be so beautiful!"
"Wake up, this is just a very inconspicuous street interview. It's lonely. How can I hire such a good-looking one!"
"Ahhhh, I love you so much! The way my little brother looks at my little sister is so sticky! He's so sticky! He didn't even take his eyes off my little sister during the interview!"
Many people started to swipe the screen, almost all praising her appearance.
In a dark room, a computer was on, and a picture was frozen on the screen.
The face in the picture is facing Cheng Anning. It's perfect. Even if you slap her face directly, you won't be able to capture the pores. It looks like fine white porcelain, delicate and beautiful.
Such a beautiful face was continuously zoomed in and out, and finally returned to looking at the back in the photo.
In the darkness, someone spoke.
"Inform them that the prey has been found... Jiahe Cinema in Area C."
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There are no good romance movies on TV. It tells the story of two lovers who cannot be together due to various misunderstandings and hurt each other.
The plot was boring, but very provocative. Many female viewers were affected, crying and wiping their tears.
Cheng Anning didn't respond. She wanted to go to the toilet, so she whispered to Huo Yan.
Because I was afraid of disturbing others watching the movie, I stayed very close and spoke very quietly.
Huo Yan only felt a stream of air blowing gently against his ear for a while, itching, tingling and tingling.
He paused and said, "I'll go with you."
"No, I'll go by myself and come back later."
"good."
Cheng Anning bent over and went out.
The toilet in the theater is not big, with only a few cubicles, and there will be no one there.
While Cheng Anning was washing her hands, she saw a cleaning lady come in.
She took a look and thought it was a bit strange, but didn't look much further.
When she turned off the faucet, she froze for a moment, and then she instinctively wanted to rush out.
Because that aunt is too tall!
Even if you lower your head, slump your shoulders, and huddle up, you can tell that I am very tall and strong, and not an aunt at all!
But, it's too late.
She only felt pain in the back of her neck and fainted.
Before losing consciousness, she tried her best to throw Ping An Fu into the corner.
Huo Yan waited for a while and found that Cheng Anning had not come back. He called on his mobile phone but there was no response.
He stood up without hesitation, left the cinema, and rushed directly into the women's restroom regardless of the screams and strange looks from the people around him.
There's no one inside.
I only saw a small peace blessing falling in the corner.
He picked up the Ping An Fu and his face was ashen.
Cheng Anning disappeared.
The surveillance video that was called up only showed her entering the toilet, but there was no footage of her coming out.
It was as if this person disappeared into the bathroom out of thin air, without making a sound. This chapter has been completed!