Wen Zhaoye grabbed some toilet paper, wiped a stool, handed it to her, and shouted to the shopkeeper:
"Boss, a basket of steamed buns and two bowls of beef soup, please."
Wen Jiaojiao wiped the table, then took the stool from her hand. She was standing facing the doorway.
Just then, Li Cuihua, leading a boy who was about to turn 18, walked towards them. The owner of the steamed bun shop, who knew her very well, greeted her with a smile:
"Long time no see, still the same?"
Hearing the sound, Wen Jiaojiao inadvertently raised her eyes, and her pupils suddenly trembled with panic. Seeing her strong reaction, Wen Zhaoye turned his head to look outside, not understanding why.
Suddenly, Wen Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat. She decisively raised her hand to cover his ears and turned his face to face her.
The restaurant was doing good business, and the two sat at the back, where they were fairly discreet.
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was burning hot, and he asked, puzzled, "What is it now?"
Wen Jiaojiao started to make up a story:
"You have eye boogers, I'll clean them for you right away, otherwise it will affect your image if others see them."
Wen Zhaoye blushed even more. He thought he had been paying close attention to his appearance lately, all to avoid leaving a bad impression on Wen Jiaojiao.
But now that he was specifically mentioned, he exuded an aura of unease, as if the sky were falling and the earth were collapsing, and said in an unnatural tone:
"I wash my face in the morning; I'm not the kind of person who's messy."
Wen Jiaojiao had no interest in listening to him at all. She glanced almost imperceptibly at the two people still chatting by the door, a look of anxiety flashing in her eyes:
This person is really my nemesis; I seem to run into them every day.
Wen Zhaoye gazed at the girl so close to him with gentle, tender eyes. He raised his hand to rub his eyes, but nothing came out. He asked aloud:
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
Wen Jiaojiao: "Then it must be boogers."
Wen Zhaoye was even more embarrassed: "..."
You can't just take it out on the spot, can you?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
