The girl's body is delicate and soft. When she comes over, because she pulls his clothes, will her arm accidentally touch him.
It seems that for a moment, the distance between the two people quickly narrowed.
At the same time, the faint milk fragrance surprised Fu She. After all, when we met last time, the girl fell in his arms. He didn't smell the faint milk fragrance.
However, the milk fragrance made him feel familiar and happy.
When Fu shehui returned to his mind, Shen Wanqing had paid the money, took Fu shehui to one side of the table and sat down.
There are many seats in the milk tea shop, and the design inside is very fashionable. The decoration style is more Hong Kong style and retro. Sofa seats are retro, and more paintings are needed on the wall.
There is a big mirror on the wall after entering the door. People who come here to drink milk tea will take pictures in front of this mirror.
There are also some small compartments, usually two chairs. Looking aside is the scenery outside the window, which is suitable for small lovers.
The place where Shen Wanqing sat with Fu Sheh was the space for two people, but it was not a cubicle. The place was biased.
But their appearance attracted people's attention as soon as they entered the door, so Shen Wanqing didn't want to keep a low profile.
"Mr. Fu." the girl opposite shouted to him.
Fu shehui looked up blankly, "huh?"
He was stunned. For the reason of speaking, the cut sweet baked cold noodles just hit his mouth.
Shen Wanqing took the wooden stick with baked cold noodles and looked at the young man slightly stunned. She bent her eyes and smiled, "teacher Fu, you said you didn't dislike me..."
The girl's voice is very sweet and soft. When she looks at him with curved eyes and a smile, she seems to have some grievances.
"Teacher Fu, just eat. My hands are sore." the girl said pitifully again.
Fu shehui regained consciousness, opened his lips and bit off the baked cold noodles.
The baked cold noodles are not soft or hard. The ingredients inside are rich, fragrant and taste very good.
"Is it delicious, Mr. Fu?"
Sitting opposite, Shen Wanqing blinked his beautiful tea eyes and looked very curious.
Fu she swallowed the baked cold noodles, took out the paper towel next to him, and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly. He nodded lightly and said plainly, "well, it's delicious."
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing raised his eyebrows. "I also think it's delicious! The owner of this shop is willing to cut materials and the practice is very authentic."
After taking a few bites, Shen Wanqing fed Fu She another bite. Once Fu Sheh, who had been fed, would not appear very stiff this time.
He gently leaned over, opened his beautiful thin lips and ate the mouthful of baked cold noodles.
The connotation of young people's cultivation is calm, introverted and precious. Even eating cheap and delicious baked cold noodles is not slow. Their actions are gentle and elegant, which makes people see that they have been well cultivated.
The opposite Shen Wanqing looked at Fu She with his chin, the wooden swab in his mouth, tilted his head and looked at him with great interest.
Shen Wanqing looked at him and suddenly sighed, "teacher Fu is really good-looking even for dinner!"
Fu she gave a slight meal. His slender feather eyelashes trembled suddenly. His eyes under the clear lens slightly raised his long eyelashes. He looked at Shen Wanqing a little at a loss.
Even if the young man is sitting at the moment, he can still see the tall and slender height of the young man.