Around eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Chuan and Song Qingwei left.
"Are you so good at chess?"
In the car, Song Qingwei couldn't help but ask.
"Knowing a thing or two doesn't mean you're that strong."
Chen Chuan sat in the passenger seat, his tone very calm.
"My uncle's chess skills are at a professional level. You can easily beat him. Isn't that amazing?"
Women admire the strong, it's their nature.
Song Qingwei was extremely satisfied with Chen Chuan's performance at this moment, because he made her feel very proud.
The term "social death" is not groundless. Some people say that face is not important, but that depends on the person. Who doesn't like to have face in front of family?
Being praised by Song Qingwei, Chen Chuan's lips curled up slightly: "When you get to know me better, you will find that I can do much more than this."
"By the way, shouldn't you pay me?"
Hearing this, Song Qingwei's ears turned red and she pretended to drive seriously.
"Hey, this guy is honest in everything he says and does."
Song Qingwei said nothing. When the time came, her shyness made her feel a little at a loss as to what to do.
Chen Chuan sat leisurely in the passenger seat, his head resting on his arm, looking at her with his head tilted to the side. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind: "I want to drink a cup of milk tea, so let's stop the car over there."
Song Qingwei behaved very obediently, driving the car to the side of the road and stopping. She hesitantly said, "What kind of milk tea do you want? I'll go down and buy it."
Suddenly, a dark shadow pounced towards her, and a strong masculine scent filled her nose.
"ah!"
She was startled, but was held in Chen Chuan's arms. Before she could come to her senses, she felt warmth on her lips.
She stood there stiffly as if she had been electrocuted, staring blankly at Chen Chuan who was so close to her with wide eyes.
"This is what a kiss feels like...but I didn't say kiss on the lips."
She was lost in thought, and her confused thoughts made it difficult for her to calm down. The next moment, she slowly closed her eyes and allowed Shen Chuan to kiss her unscrupulously.
After a long time, their lips parted.
Song Qingwei's face flushed with shame and she gasped for breath. She didn't dare to look into Chen Chuan's eyes, but she couldn't help but recall the touch just now.
"I want mango and taro milk tea, Miss Qingwei."
Chen Chuan returned to the passenger seat with a smile, admiring the beauty's shy look.
"You...I, I'll go buy it now."
Song Qingwei covered her face, hurriedly opened the car door, and trotted to a milk tea shop on the side of the road.
The breeze was getting colder, but her whole body was hot, and her mind was full of the scenes just now. She walked to the door of the milk tea shop, but did not go in. Instead, she stood there in a daze.
"Beauty, beauty?"
Suddenly, she heard a voice calling in her ear, which made her come back to her senses. She said with some apology: "Oh, sorry."
The guy in the milk tea shop looked at her with a restrained expression but couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"This is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I really want to have her."
But soon he smiled bitterly. He was just an employee in a milk tea shop. How could he possess such a fairy-like girl?
"I want to struggle!! I want to make money!! I want a beautiful woman!!"
He seemed to be energized, full of energy, at least at this moment.
"What would you like to drink?"
Song Qingwei thought for a moment before remembering what Chen Chuan wanted to drink: "I want two cups of mango and taro milk tea."
"Okay, please wait."
At this moment, the milk tea boy showed the most dedicated attitude since he took up the job, serving with a smile, being enthusiastic and meticulous, and every step of making milk tea was like a textbook template.
Obviously, he wanted to leave a good impression on Song Qingwei, perhaps so that she would come again next time.
At this moment, he saw someone else coming in from the corner of his eye. He was about to greet him, but when he saw the person coming in, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
"No, why am I not the one who looks so handsome?"
He was filled with jealousy because the appearance of the visitor was what he had always dreamed of.
His gentle and refined handsomeness can win him the favor of many girls.
"Qingwei, it took a while to buy the milk tea."
The man who came in spoke, but he was talking to the goddess he fell in love with at first sight.
Click.
"They both know each other..."
The milk tea guy felt his heart was broken, and a feeling of indignation that the world was unfair to him rose from the bottom of his heart.
Others have the looks I desire most and the women I desire most, but I can only pretend to be indifferent and watch.
At this moment, he felt that his life was an extreme failure. Every day, apart from making milk tea, he just boasted to others.
"It will be fine soon."
Song Qingwei's eyes were a little evasive.
Little did they know that at this moment, someone had already been badly injured by them.
After about two or three minutes, the milk tea boy forced a smile and placed the milk tea on the table, trying to attract the attention of the two people in a calm voice.
"You two, the milk tea is ready."
Chen Chuan had no idea what was going on in his mind, so he smiled and said, "Thank you, how much is it?"
"32."
Song Qingwei took out her mobile phone and scanned the money. Chen Chuan held the milk tea in his left hand and held her hand with his right hand, and left with the milk tea boy looking at her with a look that was about to break his back teeth.
Back in the car, Chen Chuan took a sip of milk tea and asked with a smile, "Anything going on tonight?"
Song Qingwei shook her head: "It's okay, but it's almost time to go to bed."
"Going to bed so early?"
"It's not too early. I go to bed at ten o'clock."
Chen Chuan said that it is rare for young people today to go to bed at this time, no wonder she is so outstanding.
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