"Later he started a live broadcast to prove his innocence. The camera was only aimed at his hands, which were slender and tender and white, and had a 666-speed operation. His hand speed was extremely fast, which was not a speed that ordinary people could achieve. How to shoot the headshot on the live broadcast! One shot at one! Everyone landed in a box! There were so many people challenging him that day! He was ranked first in the kill list with his super high number of kills!"

"At that time, the entire gaming circle, the electric circle, and our anchor circle were all exploded. Wow! That live broadcast was unprecedented and it was too late to get in. The live broadcast platform was stuck like a dog!"

"Later... he didn't play this game very much. It only appeared once a while. Unexpectedly, he would meet the scarf master tonight. He was so happy! He was so lucky!"

Pan Dongzi is a popular anchor, ranked fifth in the district, and is usually very popular.

Everyone in the game circle is very conceited and pretentious.

Because this is a circle that speaks by strength.

Song Yan rarely hears anyone Pan Dongzi admires or praises anyone.

This is the first time!

He looked shocked, "It's really so awesome?"

Before Pan Dongzi could answer, he heard the car door ringing, and then his big boss stepped away his long legs and walked towards the small table where Ruan Su was.

"Hey, I won't tell you anymore, I still have something to do!"

He also hung up the phone and followed him.

I just focused on listening to gossip, and I don’t know if the young master was bothering him.

Song Yan glanced at Bo Xingzhi quietly. The man was wearing a black shirt and black trousers on his lower body.

The night wind blew up the broken hair on his forehead, making his forehead look more plump and smoother.

At this moment, my eyes were covered with blood that only when I stayed up late, and my jaw lines were smooth and firm, exuding a charming and manly atmosphere.

Song Yan couldn't help but take a few glances.

Their young master, who is so noble, actually appeared on the streets of the night market stall.

It is simply out of place, as eye-catching as if it stands out from the crowd.

Bo Xingzhi's blood-covered eyes looked at the skewers on the table.

At this time, the brothers Ruan Su and Liang Heibai had already put down their phones.

They each picked up a string of strings and sent them into their mouths.

All three of them put a bowl of hot and sour noodles in front of them.

There was a layer of hot red oil floating in the bowl. Just by looking at it, you could imagine how spicy it was.

Including the skewers they ate, there was also a lot of red chili powder sprinkled on it.

Ruan Su felt two gazes staring at her. She raised her eyes and faced the man's bloodthirsty eyes.

She was slightly stunned, with a little unfashioned look on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. She raised a string of strings and said lazyly, "Come on?"

Bo Xingzhi looked at her, his eyes far away.

He didn't know why he got off the bus, and he had made up his mind to stay away from her a little further.

But when he saw her sitting in such a fireworks, he couldn't help but want to get close to her.

His face was expressionless, and his voice drifted into Ruan Su's ears with the night wind. The words he originally wanted to refuse suddenly turned into, "Okay."

He took Song Yan to the small round table.

The small round table is very small, and Ruan Su and the other three were just right.

Now there are two tall and long-legged men, which makes the two men look particularly frustrated, especially the thin ones.

Ruan Su blinked her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were standard apricot eyes, round and bright. She thought of the sink where the man shattered his fist in the club a few days ago.

The eyes subconsciously floated towards the hands of Ba Xingzhi.

really……

I saw a wound on the back of the man's hand, which had already been scabbed.

Ruan Su's eyes floated a little awkwardly contempt.

While this man was pulling apart from him on the surface, he secretly chased her in the middle of the night. Why?

The president was frustrated and ate at night market stalls with relish.

He took a skewer and put it in his mouth. The mutton was roasted and fragrant. The sprinkled cumin and chili powder made it surprisingly taste good.

Compared with Bo Xingzhi, Song Yan usually has a great atmosphere of fireworks. He still likes drinking beer and skewers.

I started to feast on a long time without hesitation.

Who doesn’t know that their young master is picky about food, this one is not good for the stomach, and that one is not delicious.

That is... in front of Miss Ruan, the young master can eat normally!

Look, the young master used to only eat the food made by Miss Ruan, but now it has become. As long as you are by Miss Ruan and have something that is tangy with her breath, it will be delicious!

The young master is sick, he needs to be cured!

He said he wanted to leave Miss Ruan, but his body, his stomach, and his heart were simply inseparable.

I don’t know what the young master is thinking every day. It’s very interesting to play this kind of breaking and reunion game?

Song Yan said he was very confused.

I originally ordered three people to have something, but now there are two more big men.

Ruan Su had no choice but to instruct Liang Hei, "Call some beef skewers, roast duck sausage, grilled gluten, and pork belly."

"Okay!" Liang Hei immediately stood up and went to find the boss.

The thin ones are tall and long, the table is short and the stool is low.

He felt a little uncomfortable with his long legs, especially when he was wearing handmade pants and international big-name shirts.

But... he didn't seem to be uncomfortable.

He ignored the incompatibility between himself and here, and psychological satisfaction is irreplaceable.

Recently, he has not eaten well and slept well, and has been haggard.

But fortunately, his mental power is still very strong, so powerful that he never knows he is sleepy.

After a while.

Liang Hei brought some baked skewers and walked over.

The cherry is still steaming, and it looks very hot.

But the aroma of the mixed cumin and chili powder came to my nose.

Bo Xingji's stomach that had been hungry for a long time finally got unprecedented satisfaction.

The feeling of being full is irreplaceable to other feelings.

Only Ruan Su's side can feel this way.

He grabbed the schwan and started eating, regardless of his image as a domineering captain.

Ruan Su ignored him and just thought it was a table with a stranger.

She lowered her head and started eating hot and sour noodles, and the hot red oil floated a layer in her bowl.

It was red. In addition to the flour, there were some chopped green onions, vegetables, and soybean sprouts in the bowl.

It looks very appetizing.

Bo Xingzhi looked at Ruan Su lowering his head and eating spicy and sour noodles, and his appetite became stronger and stronger. "Please order one for me too."

Song Yan immediately stood up, "Boss, let's have another portion of hot and sour noodles, don't add too many chili peppers."

Ruan Su raised her eyebrows. She knew best how delicate the thin stomach was.

She raised her eyes in surprise, "Can you eat?"

"Well." The man nodded, and his dark eyes fell on her tender and white face. Looking at her red lips being swollen because of her spicy and spicy noodles, she felt that her heart had leaked half a beat.

No matter at any time or anywhere.

She can be beautiful alone, even at this small night market stall, she can be beautiful and unique and heart-pounding.

Bo Xingzhi couldn't help but clench his fists.

Thinking of the kiss he stolen in the club that night.

Only in that place or at that time can he have the opportunity to boldly show his love...

He has to speed up, he must hurry up...

After a while, the boss came over with the bowl of hot and sour noodles that Bo Xingzhi had.

The man directly took a pair of disposable chopsticks.

Then I took a bite.

The powder was cooked in the hot pot ingredients so spicy and soft, and the soybean sprouts were crispy and refreshing.

For the first time in his life, he ate such a street night market stall.
To be continued...