Dark husband, come to the bowl

It has been a week since they left w City. Not long after they ran out of w City, the funds of Qian Manman bank were frozen. In order not to bring trouble to their relatives and friends, the two father and daughter touched their pockets, leaving only about 1000 yuan.

At Qian Manman's suggestion, the two men and their daughters went back to their old business, opened a roadside stall, bought a guy to choose a location, and soon began to make money. After all, they had experience.

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As soon as the business at the roadside stalls was very hot in the afternoon, Qian Manman felt that his two hands and two feet were not enough, and he was eager to produce more.

"Sister, I'll have shredded meat noodles." Said one of the students.

"I want a fried vermicelli."

“……”

In front of the booth, there are students and employees of the company who are off duty. They are all talking.

Qian Manman quickly wrote it down with a notebook and yelled to Qian Jinlu.

"Beautiful sister, I'd like a fried noodles with sauce." A male voice came.

"Sorry, we don't make fried noodles." Qian Manman frowned and didn't even look up.

"Then I want a chamberman. Do you have one?" The male voice continued.

Qian Manman was stunned. She quickly raised her head. When she saw the handsome man with a smile in front of her, she was silly.

The evening sun soft hit on the man's body, the man's body seems to be infected with a holy halo, people dare not look directly at.

"Manman, I finally found you." After he returned home, it took him more than two days to find the whereabouts of Qian's father and daughter.

Qian Manman looked at the man's thin lips in front of him, but he couldn't hear what he said. His ears were full of noise.

"Daughter, read on!" Qian Jinlu has been cooking noodles. Seeing that Qian Manman didn't say what to fry, he turned his head curiously.

When he saw the man standing in front of Qian Manman, he was stunned and quickly dropped the spatula.

"Why are you here again, you bastard?" Qian Jinlu shouts impolitely.

"I'll come back to Manman." The smile on Nangong Junyu's face didn't fade. Even if Qian Jinlu scolded him, he didn't change his face.

On one side, Qian Manman finally regained her mind. She threw away her notebook and ran in the opposite direction.

"Manman..." Nangong Junyu and Qian Jinlu yelled with one voice.