He immediately stood up and went out, and everyone he passed looked at him.
"Where are you going, Senior?"
"Why did you leave?"
But Shi Wang's footsteps did not stop at all.
The place that sells Cantonese herbal tea is not close to here, and authentic herbal tea is hard to buy in Shanghai. He bought it twice before but she never drank it. Today she took the initiative to ask for it, and Shi Wang just wanted to rush over and buy it.
And Zhumian sat there, continuing to frame flowers with an expressionless face.
Half an hour later, when Shi Wang came back, some people had already started playing with the prepared cakes.
He walked over to Zhoumian with the herbal tea in his hand: "It's still scabies, you should be used to it."
Xiao Mian said calmly, "Thank you."
Everyone was throwing the cake around, and accidentally threw it on Zhou Mian's clothes.
The person who threw the cake quickly stepped forward and said, "Senior, are you okay?"
Shi Wang immediately took out a tissue and handed it to her.
However, Xiaomian took out a tissue and wiped it casually: "It's okay, just go back and change clothes. This place is close to where I live, just a few steps away."
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi Wang paused and withdrew his hand.
But the scene of the cake being thrown suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Mian's eyes.
The birthday cake she had put so much effort into making was casually thrown into the trash by Shi Wang.
Everyone was playing with cakes and cream, and Shi Wang lowered his head to prepare a new cake base.
Suddenly, Zhu Mian picked up a piece of waste cake and smashed it hard on Shi Wang's face across the long table.
No one dared to smear cake on Shi Wang's body so he was still clean, but when Zhu Mian threw a piece of cake at him, Shi Wang tilted his head slightly.
Very soft material, but very strong.
Shi Wang reacted and looked at Zhu Mian in surprise. His tall nose bridge and brow bones were stained with smooth cream, which did not damage his handsomeness but broke the coldness that no one dared to break.
But Xiaomian didn't stop. She hit him piece by piece, each time with great force.
He thought she was playing with him, but he just didn't control the strength well.
She has a kind of person that she hates the most.
People who look down on others and waste their sincerity are called time-conscious people.
Zhuo Mian's hands did not stop at all. He even took the uneaten cakes from the table next to him and threw them all at Shi Wang, so that the hair on his forehead was covered with cake cream and his clothes were colorful.
The anger and resentment that had been suppressed for so long seemed to burst out in an instant.
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