Quick-wearing green tea, she is so charming

Chapter 1720 Chapter 1725 Those Years I Opened the Wish House (7)
She has never treated people as the same kind, equal creatures, in fact, to put it bluntly.

The essence of Wang Chuan and the game is the same, they are both used as guinea pigs to observe and pass the time.

It is worthy of being a creature bred by games.

"You're smart." Wang Chuan smiled, and there was a trace of indifference in the flamboyant smile, "I especially hate the kind of people who stand on moral grounds and point fingers at others."

Jiang Cha raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

"Speaking of things down to business, if it was Ye Zhiming back then, something would have gone wrong, but not now." Wang Chuan yawned, "Have a meal together?"

Jiang Cha nodded and followed her out.

Walking under the sun, she has no shadow.

"Will there be any trouble?" Jiang Cha was curious.

The two entered a restaurant, and the woman ordered a few random dishes and asked for two sets of tableware.

The boss looked at the beautiful woman who came in, and was slightly taken aback, but soon smiled and asked about other needs.

In case people just like to use two tableware for one person.

"It's really troublesome." Wang Chuan looked at the girl in front of him.

Jiang Cha unpacked the tableware. In the eyes of the boss, the tableware moved by itself.

"The cutlery flew... I... Am I hallucinating?" the boss said uncertainly.

"What did you say?" Wang Chuan looked at him in a daze, "I haven't rested recently, okay?"

"But...maybe." The man said, and went into the back kitchen.

"Is there no private room here?" Jiang Cha asked.

"This is a small place." Wang Chuan spread his hands as he said, "Just let it go."

The boss came out with the dishes, and when he heard the woman talking to the void, his hands trembled.

He tried to remain calm, put the dishes on the table, and returned to the back kitchen faster than before.

"What's the matter?" The proprietress who was cooking in the back kitchen was very puzzled when she saw him, "What are you doing in such a panic?"

"It's nice to have a customer in the store." The boss said.

Then received the death stare from his wife.

"It's a pity that I have a problem with my brain. I talk to myself in the air, and it's strange to see people in broad daylight." The boss said.

"Just make money, don't worry about the rest." The proprietress instructed, "Curiosity killed the cat."

The boss nodded to show that he understood.

Jiang Cha and Jiang Cha were eating vegetables, and the people on the other side had no psychological pressure, so she was naturally not worried.

The pressure is all on the boss.

He felt that he had a problem with his eyesight.

After dinner, Wang Chuan left the money and got up.

The boss even went over the money several times on purpose, for fear that there might be something that the living people would not be able to use.

Walking in the sun, Jiang Cha slowed down. The era is not fast-paced at this time, people are still in a slow state, and their hearts are a little calmer.

Wang Chuan beside her also followed in her footsteps, "It's not bad, this kind of life."

"En." Jiang Cha nodded.

After school time, the two naturally went to the school, and Wang Chuan, a beautiful woman, naturally attracted many people's attention.

At that time, no one was wandering around wearing a cheongsam.

But I often go to the bookstore to buy books, and those people also recognize it as the proprietress.

This is the goddess in the hearts of many students. Beautiful people are always liked.

Jiang Cha looked around and soon saw Song Rong.

The boy is carrying a schoolbag and wearing a loose school uniform.

His hair is short, his eyebrows are exposed, and his hairstyle is very ordinary, but he is really white.

The boys next to each other hooked their shoulders and chatted about various topics, and the girls also held hands and said that they would go to someone's home to do their homework together later.

He stood in the crowd, looking out of place.

The crowd was surging, but he was alone.

Ye Zhiming walked behind, and his friends asked him what he would play later, he nodded perfunctorily, but his eyes fell on Song Rong from time to time.

(End of this chapter)