Quick pass system to deliver little brother

Chapter 136 Internet Addiction Teenager (16)

Unexplainable emotions spread in the bottom of my heart, as if covered with a layer of thorny tulle, and my heart was pierced with pain.

The porcelain white spoon was absent-mindedly stirring the bowl, and even the fresh egg custard in his mouth gradually became bitter.

With his elbows resting on the table, he fiddled with the spoon in his hand with a serious and easy-going expression, and his eyelashes drooped, covering his black pupils rendered pitch-black by the night.

The voice was soft, with the husky that the boy had not yet fully developed: "Well, I will go back by myself later."

A far-fetched and stiff arc was slightly raised on his stern and steady face, which didn't go well with his usual indifferent demeanor.

Silently poking the egg custard in the bowl.

Yuan Mo looked at it, took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew, his thin, crimson lips slowly raised up where Qi Shi couldn't see, forming a charming and coquettish arc.

Like the rumored evildoer who specializes in attracting human spirits, evil spirits are both precious.

Just sitting like this, you can hear the girls at the next table exclaiming in envy: "Wow, look at the little brother in the white shirt by the window, he looks so pretty when he smiles, he feels like he's about to fall in love..."

Qi Shi's hearing is super good, when he heard the sound, he unconsciously wanted to look up, just in time to catch the arc at the corner of Yuan Mo's mouth that hadn't faded away.

A faint smile hangs on the delicate, fair, handsome and coquettish face, and good-looking things always make people feel happy.

I don't know why the depressed mood just dissipated, and it was replaced by a little bit of sweetness.

However, this sweetness didn't last long before it was broken by a sudden phone call.

Qi Shi put on his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and put the vegetables into the bowl with an indifferent expression, his movements were slow and graceful, as if he didn't care about anything, but he was listening carefully to the phone call of the expensive boy on the other side.

"I'm not picky about food, just let Auntie do whatever you want."

"I won't drink alone, it's boring."

"What does your mother like? It feels weird to come to the door empty-handed. I'll stop by to buy something after dinner."

"Huh? Are you at school? Then you come to xx restaurant, we will go and have a look together later."

"okay."

The young man spoke gently, as if he had changed into a different person. Those who didn't know it thought it was his girlfriend on the other end of the phone, and the two were discussing meeting their parents.

Qi Shi, who was eavesdropping, clenched his fingers again.

The green vegetables that had just been picked up were not held firmly, slipped out of the chopsticks, and fell onto the table, stained with oil.

When Yuan Mo saw it, his eyebrows suddenly gathered.

Holding the phone in one hand and holding the chopsticks in the other, he gently picked up a piece of lettuce from the neatly arranged dishes on the table with natural movements.

The white wrist with half of the cuff buttons rolled up passed the dining table and landed accurately in the Qishi bowl.

While talking on the phone, he turned his slender fingers, put down the chopsticks, pulled out the paper towels and folded them in two layers, wrapping the vegetables that Qi Shi had just dropped, and threw them neatly into the trash can beside him.

This kind of subconscious action not only stunned the friends next door, but also scared Qi Shi who dropped the vegetables.

Staring blankly at Yuan Mo, who was dressed in a clean and handsome body, which was completely inconsistent with her own monstrous temperament, she hung up the phone, put it on the table, and put another piece of lettuce in her mouth.

Lettuce, the dish that Qi Shi accidentally dropped just now...

Qi Shi: "..." Feeling palpitated inexplicably, why is Fat Si?

Qi Shi held his chopsticks and looked at her with a frown: "You..."

"Don't you want to eat?" Yuan Mo chewed twice, and swallowed the lettuce that he had just picked up.

Classify Qi Shi's expression as not wanting to eat or not liking to eat.

I complained about trouble in my heart.

He reached out his hand very naturally, took the vegetables back from the Qishi bowl, and put them into his own mouth to chew.

　The hot chicken author's daily coquettish operation...

　　You are already mature little Kanai, you have to learn to make up the plot by yourself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)