After getting off the high-speed train, Meng Tang pushed the suitcase to the exit agreed with Yang Ke.
She was still looking around, and Yang Ke waved to her from the position in front of her right: "Meng Tang!"
Meng Tang tilted his head, and when he saw someone, his steps speeded up unconsciously.
The two hugged briefly and exchanged a few words.
Yang Ke went to pick up her box: "Let's go, the car is parked on the side of the road. There are too many people, we may have to walk a little longer."
Mengtang thought she had called a car and didn't think much about it.
After passing through the huge square and over the flower beds, the two of them came to the side of the road.
Squeezing onto the motorway through the gap in the fence, there was an off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road with double flashers.
The license plate looks so familiar.
She turned her head stiffly and asked Yang Ke: "Did you take this car?" , "You two came together?"
Yang Ke shook his head: "I saw him when I took a taxi here. Didn't he come to pick you up?"
She saw Wei Chuan by the flower bed on the roadside when she got off the taxi.
Hello to him and asked him if he was here to pick up Meng Tang.
Wei Chuan said nothing, just pointed to his car parked on the side of the road.
"You can't park behind the bus station, so I'll pick you up first. He's looking at the car."
Meng Tang: "..."
Wei Chuan got out of the car, took the suitcase from Yang Ke and put it in the trunk.
Yang Ke felt strange and pushed against Meng Tang: "Why don't you two say hello? Why are you in a daze?"
"I——"
"Go, what are you doing if you're embarrassed?"
Yang Ke pushed her, and Meng Tang stumbled forward and threw herself into Wei Chuan's arms.
Wei Chuan only had time to hold her hand, and the palm of his hand was cold. He rubbed it subconsciously, raised his eyes and asked Meng Tang, "Why is it so cold?"
"It's not cold." Meng Tang He jerked his hand away, turned his body slightly, and whispered back to him, "Let's go quickly."
Wei Chuan pursed his lips and tilted his head: "Get in the car."
Meng Tang got into the seat behind.
Yang Ke was stunned: "No, why don't you sit in the front?"
"I'll accompany you." Meng Tang motioned for her to sit inside.
Wei Chuan got into the driver's seat, unscrewed the cap of the pure water bottle, and took a few sips.
Yang Xiaoxiao said: "I'm fine, as long as you two don't kiss in front of me, I can bear it."
"Cough...cough..." Wei Chuan choked suddenly and his chin became wet.
Meng Tang pressed against Yang Ke, his face flushed.
Yang Ke realized that he had made a mistake and pushed Meng Tang: "Get him a piece of paper."
Meng Tang took out a piece of paper from his bag and handed it to the front: "Wipe it."
Wei Chuan took it and said thank you.
"Why are you two so unfamiliar?" Yang Ke looked in front and then to the side, "Are you pretending to be in front of me?"
Meng Tang: "Ah, actually we-"
"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Wei Chuan screwed on the bottle cap and turned around to ask.
The conversation was cut off, and Meng Tang didn’t mention the breakup again.
Yang Ke said: "Ask Meng Tang, I will eat anything anyway."
Wei Chuan turned to look at Meng Tang: "What do you want to eat?"
There was no joy, anger or sorrow in his tone, but there was a layer of dark emotions hidden in his eyes.
"Whatever, whatever." Meng Tang turned away and stuttered.
Wei Chuan's eyelids flicked and he stared at the person: "It's not casual."
Meng Tang plucked his fingers and said helplessly: "Would you like hot pot?"
Yang Ke likes it.
Wei Chuan said "hmm".
Yang Ke knew that Meng Tang was accommodating to him, so he took Meng Tang's arm and rubbed her shoulder: "Love you."
Meng Tang slightly curled his lips and raised his eyes to glance at Wei Chuan's jawline.
There was a shopping mall nearby. After Wei Chuan parked the car, he put his hands in his pockets and followed Meng Tang coolly to the left.
There were many people waiting in front of the elevator. From the corner of his eye, a man squeezed toward the door. Wei Chuan stepped forward and blocked the other person's way.
I simply don’t want others to touch Meng Tang, not even with my clothes.
After entering the hot pot restaurant, there were many people dining.
Just as Meng Tang was about to sit down next to Yang Ke, she pushed him to Wei Chuan.
"Don't sit with me. I'll put my bag and coat here. You can sit with Wei Chuan."
Seeing that Meng Tang didn't move, Yang Ke reached out to her: "Give me your coat, and I'll put it up for you."
Meng Tang noticed that Wei Chuan had been staring at him, so he took off his coat and flipped his hair to avoid it.
Wei Chuan stepped aside slightly and allowed Meng Tang to enter the position inside.
He scanned the QR code and gave his phone to Meng Tang: "Order what you want to eat."
He was beside him and his presence was so strong. Meng Tang didn't have any thoughts, so he pushed the phone to Yang Ke and said, "I don't come here often, please order."
Yang Ke chuckled: "Then I'm not welcome."
Wei Chuan smiled and said: "You're welcome."
Yang Ke ordered a few items and returned the phone to Wei Chuan.
Wei Chuan glanced at Meng Tang and knew that she would not order it, so he added a few items and submitted the order.
Yang Ke pointed behind him: "I'll give you two a space to express your feelings to each other first. Let's go and mix some ingredients first, and then come back and be a light bulb later."
Meng Tang hesitated for a few seconds and then stood up.
Wei Chuan was leaning on the back of his chair, with one leg curled up and the other resting on the edge of the dining table. He was lazily playing with his mobile phone, as if he didn't notice it.
Meng Tang opened his mouth, but for a long time he couldn't get him to give him a place.
After all, the look was intentional. She looked left and right, fearing that the clerk would find her, so she sat down again.
Mengtang tactically picked up the water glass, put it to his lips and took a sip, but suddenly shook it and said "ah".
Wei Chuan snatched her cup, his face was stinking and heavy. He slapped Meng Tang's face, turned to the waiter who came over and said:
"Bring me a glass of cold water at room temperature."
The waiter was startled and hurriedly went to get him some cold water.
Wei Chuan put the water cup to Meng Tang's lips, raised the cup slightly and fed it to her: "Take a sip, hold it in your mouth."
Yang Ke came back after mixing the ingredients, and was startled for a moment: "Is it hot?"
Meng Tang nodded.
Wei Chuan frowned and asked the waiter: "Why didn't you remind the waiter that it was hot water when you poured it?"
The service department was shocked. She was a new winter vacation worker. She was timid when serving them, and she was also timid now.
Yang Ke was also startled by Wei Chuan's cold face.
The little girl kept apologizing, Meng Tang pulled the corner of Wei Chuan's clothes, and Wei Chuan pulled it back, obviously angry.
Meng Tang grabbed his hand and shook his head at him.
Wei Chuan felt distressed and forgot about the awkward relationship with Meng Tang, so he held his hand and rubbed it.
At this time, a man wearing a shirt and trousers came over. He seemed to be the manager.
After a direct apology, Wei Chuan's anger was extinguished by Meng Tang's waving hand.
Wei Chuan picked up Meng Tang and said, "Go to the bathroom and throw up. Let me take a look."
Meng Tang was being pulled along, but Wei Chuan was probably in a hurry and did not slow down.
When she got to the bathroom, she spit out the cold water in her mouth in the pool outside.
Wei Chuan took a piece of paper from the side and gave it to her: "Can't you feel the temperature when you drink water?"
Meng Tang took it, wiped it, and complained softly: "It's not like you stopped me from leaving."
"..." Wei Chuan choked.
"Okay, I'm sorry." He was able to bend and stretch, and held up Meng Tang's chin, "I shouldn't have let you go out, raise your head, let me see if there are any burns."
There was a slight difference in height between the two, so Wei Chuan could only hold his back.
Wei Chuan covered his mouth and shook his head: "I'm fine."
"What do you know?" Wei Chuan forcefully pulled her hand away, "If there is no pain, it might be a third-degree burn. Hurry up and open your mouth."
Meng Tang closed his mouth tightly and resisted silently.
Wei Chuan laughed angrily: "Okay, just spend it here."
Meng Tang was so angry that he couldn't pull away, so he could only open his mouth against his hot red face.