The bustling lights illuminated the street under the night sky, the noisy crowd was full of chatter, but Mi Jing only focused on the man walking beside her, looking at his features softened by the lights, her gaze gentle and infatuated, not even paying attention to where she was walking.
"Why are you staring at ?" Noticing Mi Jing’s gaze fixed on his face, Shen Lingxing turned his head, raising an eyebrow as he asked.
"Because you’re handso!" Mi Jing spared no words of praise.
Though it wasn’t the first ti hearing Mi Jing recognize and praise his appearance, Shen Lingxing still felt happy, his handso face quickly spreading into a smile, "Little fangirl."
Why did he give her another nickna?
Previously it was Little Dummy, Little Lazy Pig, now it’s Little Fangirl!
Mi Jing wrinkled her nose, thinking of complaining, but the sweetness rising from her heart made her instantly accept this new nickna.
No matter if it’s Little Dummy, Little Lazy Pig, or Little Fangirl, when spoken in Shen Lingxing’s clear and magnetic voice, accompanied by his gentle yet subtly doting smile, it’s pleasing to the eye and delightful to hear, even being called a dummy feels enjoyable!
Maybe this is what it feels like to be showered in love, as long as he’s by her side, everything seems wonderful no matter what they do or say.
A few ters away, standing unnoticed by Mi Jing, a tall man in a long trench coat was watching her, his eyes shining. Although still a bit far, it didn’t affect his sight of Mi Jing’s infatuated gaze at the man beside her or her sweet and happy smile.
Having stayed in Africa for nearly three months, he had returned full of joy hoping to surprise her, but she had instead given him an unwelco "surprise" first!
After seeing the ssage she sent, he once considered staying in Africa for the rest of his life, never coming back. But lying in the hotel bed, eyes open through the night, he still returned, carrying anger, unwillingness, pain, disappointnt, and a heart already scarred...
Gradually, she got closer to him, but unlike before, she didn’t run towards him with a smile. Instead, she walked leisurely and intimately with a man he didn’t know, hand in hand.
As Mi Jing and Shen Lingxing approached, Han Bin slowly unclenched his fists, gruffly shouting at Mi Jing, "Can you walk any slower? Are you punishing , making drink the cold wind longer?"
"Yeah! With your attitude, if I don’t give you a taste of your own dicine, I’d be letting myself down!" In front of Han Bin, Mi Jing was always fearless, saying whatever she wanted. Every ti they t, it inevitably led to such bickering, like this mont.
As she finished speaking, Mi Jing pulled out her phone, glanced at the ti on the screen, straightened her back and said confidently, "Look, it’s exactly half past six! We’re punctual people, bla yourself for arriving early and having to drink the cold wind!"
Glancing at Mi Jing’s smug look, Han Bin didn’t bother to argue with her. The faint smile on his lips imdiately vanished when he looked at Shen Lingxing, "Han Bin."
With hands in his pockets, his posture wasn’t arrogant but his bare indifference was clear. He didn’t even say "hello," just stated his na.
"Shen Lingxing." Shen Lingxing wasn’t interested in putting his friendly face on a cold ass, nonchalantly stating his na.
"Let’s go inside." Han Bin couldn’t muster a smile for Shen Lingxing, coldly throwing out a sentence before turning and walking into the food stall, completely ignoring Mi Jing’s warning glare.
Freak!
Inviting them for dinner but showing attitude, as if they were begging him for charity!
Han Bin’s cold and slightly rude attitude made Mi Jing very dissatisfied, her anger rising, but she could only swallow it down, awkwardly smiling at Shen Lingxing, "My cousin went to Africa and ca back acting weird, don’t take it to heart!"
"It’s okay. I’m quite generous under your influence." Shen Lingxing smiled lightly, raising his long arm to wrap around Mi Jing’s shoulder, walking towards the spot Han Bin had chosen.
Seeing their intimate stance, Han Bin felt it was an eyesore, his eyes darkening, turning his cold gaze away.
The food stall was about thirty to forty square ters, not spacious but not cramped either, with about a dozen small square tables, each one occupied. Han Bin chose the furthest corner, not convenient for coming and going but relatively quieter, at least avoiding the busy diners.
Back in college, Mi Jing and Han Bin occasionally ca here with friends to gather. At that ti, living expenses were limited, so the places they frequented were all affordable. This food stall was famous for its small stir-fry dishes, delicious and reasonably priced, particularly favored by students.
"Take a look, pick whatever you want!" As soon as they sat down, Mi Jing glanced at Han Bin, seeing his still stern face, she completely gave up on him, pursing her lips, pushing the nu to Shen Lingxing with a cheerful smile, making Han Bin feel even worse!
"Boss, bring a few bottles of Erguotou!" Han Bin raised his hand, loudly calling to the boss two tables away.
"Sorry boss, we don’t need alcohol for now." As soon as Han Bin’s words fell, Mi Jing imdiately turned to the boss and said.
Hearing this, the boss smiled kindly, saying, "No problem, call when you’ve decided."
Turning back, Mi Jing glared at Han Bin angrily, whispering, "Han Bin, if you don’t want to treat us to dinner, just say it plainly, we can leave. Don’t give this crap!"
"How am I giving you crap?" Han Bin responded indifferently, righteously saying, "I’m in a bad mood, can’t smile. I just want to drink, is that not okay?"
"..." Mi Jing stayed silent for a mont, swallowing all her frustration, coldly saying, "If you want to drink, I’ll order beer for you."
"I don’t feel like drinking beer today! And since your husband is here, we n should drink spirits!" After finishing, Han Bin looked at Shen Lingxing with a cold smile, provocatively saying, "What do you think?"
"As the guest wishes." Regarding Han Bin’s attitude, Shen Lingxing didn’t show the slightest discontent, maintaining his calm deanor.
"Don’t join his madness." Mi Jing squeezed Shen Lingxing’s hand, frowning as she said, "If both of you get drunk, how can I get you back alone?"
"Relax, I hold my liquor well." Shen Lingxing smiled lightly.
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