Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 122 Tracking
"What's wrong?" Zhan Mochen asked in a low voice.

Although he was watching the movie, he was more distracted by the little woman.

Just now he noticed that An Yan suddenly turned her head and looked back, thinking she was looking at someone.

An Yan secretly laughed at herself for being too considerate, and she replied: "It's okay."

The two continued to watch the movie quietly. An Yan missed the taste of the popcorn just now. When she raised her hand to get it, she suddenly touched a warm object.

She was so frightened that she retracted her hand. As far as she could see, in the dim light, the man's cold white wrist was eye-catching.

An Yan's face felt slightly hot.

Did she touch Zhan Mochen's hand just now?

As soon as the idea came to her mind, she secretly looked at the man's face.

In the dimness, the man's handsome facial features were three-dimensional and clear, and his face had a calm expression, but he couldn't tell the slightest bit of discomfort.

Wasn't it his hand that I touched just now?

An Yan soon felt at ease, grabbed a few popcorns, stuffed one into her mouth, and continued to stare at the big screen.

As soon as the woman looked away, Zhan Mochen twisted his left index fingers together.

The warmth of his fingertips was still there just now, just like the warm and delicate feeling every time he touched her skin, which was very beautiful.

When Zhan Mochen thought about it, his heart felt hot. He looked expressionlessly at the male and female protagonists on the big screen wielding machetes and fighting wild beasts. The scene was exciting and thrilling.

After all, I chose this movie because of my lack of experience!

"Ah!" At this moment, the woman in the seat in front of An Yan suddenly screamed and leaned against the man next to her.

Zhan Mochen's eyes flashed with a hint of hope.

An Yan's eyes fell on them for a moment, and then quickly looked at the big screen.

A wild boar slammed into the heroine. At the critical moment, the hero blocked the wild boar's attack with a machete...

This strength is too much!
An Yan felt that she had finally found a bug in the movie at this point, and her eyes were slightly excited.

Zhan Mochen silently withdrew his gaze.

Wouldn’t the average girl ask her boyfriend for help when seeing such a thrilling scene?

No matter what happens, you can just lean in a little bit...

Zhan Mochen looked at An Yan's slightly excited profile in silence, feeling that he could not understand this little woman more and more.

After watching the movie, the crowd slowly moved toward the exit.

An Yan was still reminiscing about the plot when someone unexpectedly bumped into her from behind. She was unprepared and she staggered half a step forward.

Just as she was about to hit the person in front of her, a sudden force came from her waist, pushing her to the side.

The beauty is in my arms, warm and fragrant.

Zhan Mochen raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his heart that had been empty seemed to be suddenly filled.

"You..." An Yan originally wanted Zhan Mochen to get out of her way, but the flow of people continued to move forward, so she had to move forward.

"Concentrate on walking." Zhan Mochen raised his thin lips, his dark eyes filled with smiles.

An Yan's heartbeat suddenly became a little fast.

Some scenes from the movie just now flashed through my mind for no apparent reason, such as how the male protagonist heroically saved a beautiful woman.

The two hugged each other and walked to the door of the cinema.

"What do you want to drink?" Zhan Mochen lowered his head and asked, his right hand still firmly on the woman's slim waist.

An Yan was really thirsty.

I just ate so much popcorn and drinking coke didn't help.

"Lemonade, please."

"Wait for me." After Zhan Mochen said that, he walked aside.

An Yan looked at Zhan Mochen's tall back and inadvertently caught sight of several couples from the corner of her eye.

The man ran to buy a drink, while the woman waited there with a smile.

Isn't this... just like she is now?
The smile on her lips froze, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable and quickly looked away.

A man in a black trench coat in the crowd made her couldn't help but take a second look.

This figure... An Yan suddenly remembered something.

She raised her feet and walked forward hastily, but although she moved quickly, the other party was even faster.

In a few blinks, the man disappeared in front of her.

An Yan stopped.

She still couldn't believe it.

That person is far away in country M at the moment, how could he appear here?
But the figure just now impressed him enough.

An Yan took out her mobile phone and made a call.

The phone rang several times before being picked up.

in the bathroom.

Song Jing took cold water with both hands and poured it on his face. When he heard his cell phone ringing, he looked at the mirror in front of him without moving.

He didn't take out his phone until the other party kept ringing several times.

"Xiaoyan." A trace of ambiguity flashed in his eyes.

The other end of the phone was very quiet, and An Yan couldn't help but laugh that she was dazzled just now.

It's so noisy here, that person just now must not be Song Jing!
"Well, is it convenient to talk on the phone?" An Yan asked.

"Conveniently, where are you and why is it so noisy?"

An Yan replied casually: "A movie theater."

"Take the three kids to watch a movie?" Song Jing suddenly asked.

An Yan moved her lips, but when her words came to her lips, she took an inexplicable turn: "Well, they have been clamoring to watch a movie."

Dare to say it!

Song Jing was silent. After all, he refused to give up. He taunted and pulled his lower lip: "I haven't called them for a long time. Let them answer the phone."

An Yan: ...

Telling one lie requires thousands of lies to cover it up.

This word came true so quickly.

The children are at home, and she can’t fly now even if she has wings!
An Yan racked her brains to think of an excuse, "The children were taken by Ye Huan to buy food. By the way, have you returned to China?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"Oh, I just saw someone who looked like you, so I thought you were back."

Song Jing paused for a moment and said with a smile, "Really? How much like me?"

An Yan couldn't help but curl her lips, "I looked at my back, but I look so much like you, I almost..."

Song Jing's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"Yan Yan, there is no more lemon flavor. I want orange flavor..."

Halfway through his words, there was suddenly no sound on the phone, and there was a faint whisper.

Song Jing's posture while holding the phone did not change, and she waited quietly for a reply.

His eyes in the mirror became obscured, as if heavy rain was spreading.

The person on the other side of the phone kept talking, and every second while waiting was so painful.

But he refused to hang up the phone.

"I'm sorry, I have something to do now. I'll talk to you later." An Yan hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

Song Jing held the phone and looked at his expressionless self in the mirror. He slightly pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that was uglier than not smiling at all.

Of course he knew for whom An Yan hung up the phone in a hurry.

He also knew that she had time to sing, eat, and watch movies with others, but she had no time to say a few words to him alone.

Five years, he had known An Yan for five years, but it was not worth the few months she had known that person when she returned home.

Song Jing lowered his head slightly, slid his finger open the phone interface, and a photo was revealed.

In the photo, the woman clings to the man's side delicately, and the man wraps his long arms around the woman's slim waist. The two are a perfect match.

(End of this chapter)