Crossing Worlds Provocation

In the end, Wen Xian still didn't tell him what those words were, saying that he wanted to confuse his appetite.

Today's task is to **** the batch of cultural relics in the afternoon, specifically at five or six o'clock.

Faced with all her requirements, he tried his best to satisfy.

at the moment.

Even in October, the heat wave in the morning was quite strong because of the large temperature difference.

Wen Xian lowered the window and poured wind into the car.

"You haven't eaten at noon, what do you want to eat?"

Lu Xiao asked while driving, planning to take her to lunch.

Wen Xian sat in the co-pilot and stretched lazily.

After his words fell, she looked at Lu Xiao, and suddenly blinked her eyes, and said something quite meaningful:

"What do I want to eat, isn't Captain Lu the clearest?"

Lu Xiao: "..."

The faint eyes kept staring at him, making people unable to think too much.

His eyes darkened, he glanced at her, and then said gently and gently: "I am not the roundworm in your stomach, how can I know what you like to eat?"

Wen Xian: "..."

She believes in him!

She hasn't forgotten what she squatted up, this guy is obviously a black-bellied big bad wolf!

Wen Xian held his cheeks, staring at his sharp side face, the firm arc of his jaw, and his eyes rolled around: "Is there anyone selling grilled sausage?"

Grilled sausage?

Lu Xiao condensed his eyebrows, his lips tightened, his expression seemed a little subtle.

Wen Xian said with a serious face: "Why, why do you look like that? When I was in Shanghai, I often went to the shop downstairs to buy grilled sausages. It was delicious."

As soon as he said this, Lu Xiao's suddenly dark eyes seemed to have waves in the depths.

Afterwards, he popped out word by word: "It's not good to eat that kind of synthetic food. I will take you to eat beef. The cow here runs on the grassland every day. The meat is firm and fresh. It's better than your sausage. I think it's much better."

When these words fell, Wen Xian seemed to have thought of something, so he took a closer look, indeed.

The meat of Qinghai is just enough.

Lu Xiao took her to a beef noodle restaurant. The noodle restaurant is not big, but the restaurant is full of people and business is hot.

Wen Xian is really hungry.

A bowl of fragrant beef noodles was brought up. The thickness of the hand-rolled noodles was just right, and there were a dozen slices of beef stacked on it, which was quite enough.

When the chives are sprinkled, and the beef stock is poured, it is almost fragrant, and the taste is nothing more than that.

Wen Xian couldn't help feasting on it. Lu Xiao saw a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and took out a tissue to wipe her: "Eat slowly, no one will grab it from you."

She raised her head and smiled at him, then lowered her head to continue eating.

But when she took two bites, her movements suddenly slowed down and finally stopped slowly.

The hand holding the chopsticks is also a bit stiff.

Is she...Is it wrong?

When she just looked up, she seemed to see a person staring at the seat not far behind Lu Xiao.

However, this is not the point.

The point is, that person's eyes give her a strong sense of familiarity.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

Wen Xian thought, chewing slowly in his mouth, slightly raised his head, and his gaze fell over either intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course, when she first looked over, the man suddenly lowered his head, wiped his face, and talked to the person next to him.

Wen Xian: "...?"

Who is that person?

Who is the bastard?

The most important thing is that this strange sense of familiarity has not appeared once recently.

"how?"

Lu Xiao seemed to notice something slightly and looked at her.