"Teacher Fu, I want to eat fruit..." the girl looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes blinking and added, "and baked cold noodles."
Fu sheping's light jaw head, "OK, I'll buy it. You wait for me here."
"No, we'd better go together." Shen Wanqing shook his head and followed Fu She.
Seeing this, Fu Sheh didn't say anything, and walked past with the girl.
They came to the stall selling baked cold noodles. It took some time to make baked cold noodles. Shen Wanqing looked at the fruit on the other side.
Shen Wanqing turned to Fu She and said, "teacher Fu, I'll go there to buy fruit first?"
"OK." Fu Shen nodded faintly.
Shen Wanqing looked at Fu She, thought and asked, "does Mr. Fu like yogurt?"
Fu shewei Dun, a little hesitant, "... Like it?"
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing couldn't help laughing. What's the matter with her tone?
The girl's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile, and her round light tan eyes seemed to become curved like crescent moon with the smile.
"Is there any fruit that Mr. Fu doesn't like to eat?"
Fu she shook his head slightly hesitantly, "there should be no."
The girl in front of him tilted her head and looked at him with a smile. "Mr. Fu is not picky about food at all. It should be easy to raise it?"
The girl's words made Fu Sheh live successfully and easy to raise?
He couldn't help looking down at the girl's smiling eyes. Today's sunshine is very good, and the breeze is slightly cool, very comfortable.
The girl's light brown eyes are more like colored glass in the sunlight, glittering, and as clear as mountains and streams.
The breeze is slightly cool. A little blowing can easily brush the girl's hair tip, and the soft dark hair tip also brushed the girl's cheek. Everything looks so beautiful.
For a moment, Fu she didn't know whether he should be jealous of the breeze or the slightest insignificant hair.
"Then I'll buy some fruit. Mr. Fu is waiting for me here, and I'll be back soon." the girl's crisp, sweet and soft voice sounded in her ear.
After Fu shehui recovered, the girl's face was rippling with a bright and charming smile, waved to herself, and had turned and left.
At that moment, Fu she suddenly returned to his mind.
He thought of his inexplicable jealousy and jealousy, and felt a little funny and ashamed.
The girl should just regard him as a teacher who took the initiative to find him for some reason, but she thought about things here and was jealous.
It's... a little ridiculous
Maybe she didn't recognize herself
Fu she sighed slowly. The boss who baked cold noodles spoke to Fu she unconsciously.
He said, "young man, are you a teacher?"
The stall owner of the baked cold noodles was a middle-aged man who looked 40 or 50 years old. When he spoke, he looked up and down at Fu She.
The young man in front of him was slender, and the gray knitted half sleeved sweater looked abstinent and cold. Although he said little, the stall owner could conclude that he was a man with high self-cultivation.
Gold wire glasses are abstinent and cold. The clear eyes are narrow, long, deep and beautiful, not to mention the cinnabar mole hidden at the end of the eyes.
The temperament of young people is calm and cold, noble and gentleman. Just standing there is the most eye-catching existence in the crowd.
Such a young man who doesn't eat human fireworks is patiently standing in front of the simple and cheap stall, full of violations.