After the malted

milk cooled down a bit, Liang Qingqing took two sips. The milky white liquid tasted slightly sweet. Before

she finished drinking the malted milk, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Not long after, Li Qingfeng and Yang Maolin each brought a few dishes and placed them on the table in the living room. Stir

-fried beef with peppers, spicy chicken, stewed pork leg with soybeans, fried eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried oil mustard greens...

Each dish filled a large porcelain bowl, and there was a large bowl of white rice in the corner. It looked delicious and tasty, and just looking at it made people want to swallow their tongues.

Ordinary people don't have such a rich variety of dishes during the Chinese New Year! Sister Feng is really generous this time!

The beef tastes fresh and tender, and the spicy peppers whet your appetite. The spicy chicken is bright in color and delicious. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are bright in color and full of flavor. The oil-fried mustard greens are refreshing and refreshing. After the meal, a bowl of soup will fill your stomach with warmth.

Everyone's belly is full after the meal, and they still feel unsatisfied even after putting down their

bowls and chopsticks. "Sister Feng, if you open a restaurant with your cooking skills, you will definitely make a lot of money." Liang Qingqing licked her lips and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Who knew that when she opened her mouth, the others almost jumped up from their chairs. Li Qingfeng quickly made a gesture to keep quiet, then quickly stood up and looked outside for a few times. When she saw no one, she breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and patted her chest with a lingering fear.

"Qingqing, you are too bold to say such a thing. Speculation is illegal!"

Seeing their reaction, Liang Qingqing immediately remembered the particularity of the current era. Unlike the later generations, doing business and reselling things are not allowed now. She said this, which completely pushed herself and Sister Feng to the forefront. If someone with ulterior motives heard it and wrote a letter of denunciation, not to mention being in jail, being invited to have tea is a sure thing.

Liang Qingqing raised her hand and slapped her mouth in annoyance, "Look at my mouth, I almost got into trouble."

"Qingqing also wanted to compliment Sister Feng on your cooking skills. Hehe, actually I have the same idea as her." Huang Yali took a sip of the soup and lowered her voice as if she was whispering, "I think even the old chefs in state-owned hotels can't cook as deliciously as you."

Li Qingfeng's expression softened a little. Her face flushed due to the compliment, but her eyes were full of confidence, "I learned all this from my mother, she That's amazing. When she was a cook in the landlord's house, she could cook all the food that foreigners ate."

The atmosphere became lively again, and everyone chatted. Time passed by minute by minute. Fan Yanxing sat on the chair, tapping the seam of his trousers with his bony index finger. He raised his head and looked at Liang Qingqing frequently, but she was chatting with Huang Yali and Li Qingfeng so enthusiastically that she never even glanced at him.

It was Li Qingfeng, who had been through this before, who noticed something was wrong with Fan Yanxing. She coughed lightly and suggested, "How about going for a walk outside? There is a river nearby with willow trees planted on both sides. There are usually not many people there, so it is very clean and suitable for a walk to help digestion."

"Then let's go together?" Liang Qingqing thought this was a good idea. She had been running between the broadcasting bureau and the dormitory these days and was almost getting sick. Now it happened to be a good opportunity to relax, so she nodded and agreed without hesitation.

"Okay..."

Huang Yali hadn't finished her words when she felt someone pinch her thigh under the table. She grimaced in pain and was forced to retract her words. She looked at Li Qingfeng beside her in confusion. Why was he pinching her for no reason?

Li Qingfeng was afraid that Huang Yali would fail at this critical moment, so she gave her a crazy look.

The latter's usually slow brain suddenly had an idea and understood the key, so she changed the subject and said, "I have to go home to get something later, so

I won't go." Li Qingfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Xiu'er has to take a nap at noon every day, and I have to take her to a friend's house in the afternoon to do something, so we won't go." She

rejected the invitations one after another. The key thing was that Li Qingfeng was the first to bring it up. Liang Qingqing was not a fool. She immediately realized that something was wrong. She also caught a glimpse of Huang Yali's unnatural expression. When the two were combined, the answer flashed quickly in her mind.

She belatedly turned her head to glance at Fan Yanxing who was sitting next to her. He had been staring at her longingly, like a man looking at his wife. As soon as she looked over, their eyes met.

Liang Qingqing was stung by the frustration and expectation in his eyes and withdrew her gaze with guilt. She dared not look him in the eye again and subconsciously raised her hand to touch the tip of her nose.

She really didn't remember that Fan Yanxing had asked for leave to come to the county town so that they could be alone for a while, so he invited everyone to take a walk together.

Even Sister Feng and Yali remembered Fan Yanxing's thoughts, but she, as his girlfriend, actually forgot.

What a sin, what a sin.

Liang Qingqing's heartbeat quickened, her eyes flashed twice, and she continued with everyone's words: "Okay, you guys are busy, we'll leave first."

"Okay, I'll take you there." Li Qingfeng saw that Liang Qingqing's mind had finally come around, and a smile spread across her lips. She held Xiu'er and walked them to the gate of the yard. After waving goodbye, she turned around and went into the house only after seeing their figures disappear around the corner of the alley.

Liang Qingqing secretly glanced at Fan Yanxing out of the corner of her eye, and was slightly relieved to see that his expression didn't change much. Before she could open her mouth to bring up the topic, she heard him say faintly: "Qingqing, don't you want to be alone with me?"

Hearing this, Liang Qingqing's heart beat faster and faster, and she quickly retorted: "What are you talking about? I was just being polite to Sister Feng and the others. I didn't really want to take a walk with them."

When she lied, her eyes widened involuntarily, trying to make herself look more imposing, but she didn't know that the more she did so, the more it seemed that there was something fishy about her words.

Fan Yanxing glanced at her, raised one eyebrow in an ambiguous way, and said with a smile: "Really?"

"Of course!" The ending tone was high, and she almost bit her tongue, fearing that Fan Yanxing would keep talking about this topic. She quickly pointed to the alley on the side and asked: "Is this the alley Sister Feng is talking about? Go through it first, turn left and go straight to the river?"

"Yes, it should be." Seeing her panic, Fan Yanxing raised the corner of his lips, stretched out his hand and wrapped his big palm around her round shoulders, and slightly forced her into the alley.

The alley was very quiet, with no one around.

Liang Qingqing was still chattering with him about the route to the river, but she didn't notice that he had stopped walking, bent down to her ear, and said in a low voice: "Qingqing, you are very loud when you lie, remember to be quieter next time."

Liang Qingqing was startled and immediately understood what he meant. Hotness and blush spread from the tip of her ear to her whole body.

She turned her eyes away, pinched his face in anger, and ravaged it several times before moaning coquettishly: "You know it, just keep it in your heart, why say it out?"

Fan Yanxing's face was reddened by her pinching, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled more happily and said righteously, "I am just reminding you kindly."

Liang Qingqing was about to curse, but who knew that at this moment he suddenly stretched out his hand nervously and patted her hips, and said in a panic, "Someone is here!" Hearing this

, Liang Qingqing suddenly let go of the hand holding his face, subconsciously hid behind him, and then quickly looked around, but didn't see anyone. Just when she was feeling uneasy, a low laugh came from above her head.

It was not until this moment that she realized that he was deliberately scaring her. She stomped her feet in anger and couldn't help but hit him again. This time, his earlobe was the victim.

"Fan Yanxing, you liar!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong."

Fan Yanxing was flexible and begged for mercy. He hugged Liang Qingqing's waist, tilted his head and kissed her on the face quickly. Then, like magic, he took out a bag of colorful hair ties from his arms, which was particularly eye-catching.

"What is this?" Liang Qingqing wiped the saliva on her cheek in disgust. Her attention was temporarily attracted by the hair ties. She didn't argue with him anymore. She reached out and took the hair ties from his hand, and looked at them carefully in front of her eyes.

There were a total of 10 to 20 hair ties, which were packed in a cloth bag. They were similar to the ones Huang Yali gave her last time. They were all very novel styles, beautiful and not tacky, and could even be called exquisite.

"Since you liked it last time, I asked a friend to buy some from Shanghai." Fan Yanxing still remembered the way Liang Qingqing's eyes sparkled when she received the hair tie from Huang Yali, so he couldn't help but stare at her face, expecting her reaction.

"Bought it specially for me?"

Although this sentence was a question, the tone was full of affirmation.

Liang Qingqing raised her head and looked at Fan Yanxing. A tingling feeling exploded in her heart. She sniffed and suddenly wanted to cry. She didn't expect that he could remember such an insignificant detail for so long and even asked someone to buy her a hair tie in Shanghai.

His thoughtfulness really exceeded her expectations.

Liang Qingqing's reaction also exceeded Fan Yanxing's expectations. Looking at her gradually red eyes, he was a little at a loss. Because he was too anxious, his movements became clumsy. He hurriedly wiped away the two tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!"

She subconsciously raised her voice for the first two words. Halfway through, she remembered what Fan Yanxing had just said, so she lowered her voice again. However, the sob in her tone had already exposed her true emotions.

"Okay, I didn't cry." Fan Yanxing seemed to have no temper and answered obediently. Then he coaxed: "If you don't like it, I'll ask someone to buy it again. Don't get angry with yourself."

It seems that Fan Yanxing thought she was crying because of him!

This fool! Idiot!

Liang Qingqing simply had nothing to say. She rolled her eyes at Fan Yanxing, turned around and walked forward. As she walked, she picked out two hair ties that she thought were the best-looking from the cloth bag, put one on her wrist, and held the other in her palm. She looked at the hair ties that could make a pair with satisfaction, and then she had the mood to deal with the man who was chasing after her.

She snorted fiercely, "Stretch out your hand."

Fan Yanxing obeyed her and stretched out his hand without asking anything. However, the expected slap did not come, but instead there was a cold thing on his wrist.

He looked down and saw that it was a hair tyre, a black rope with a pink moon decoration.