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Chapter 41 Hot Pot

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    The staff in Hengdian are used to seeing artists, big and small, and they don't care much about who is walking on the street, and they don't flock to ask for group photos and autographs when they see anyone.  In their eyes, these artists, like themselves, are just doing a job to earn a living, nothing more.

    Song Xiaolan is a pure newcomer, Zhao Yi is a behind-the-scenes worker, not attracting attention, but arousing the envy of passers-by for the "talented man and beautiful woman".

    There was a distance of three fists between their shoulders, which was very subtle.  Song Xiaolan didn't dare to hold Zhao Yi's hand, and Zhao Yi didn't put her hand in his.  Song Xiaolan was afraid that Zhao Yi would feel uncomfortable, so she didn't dare to get too close, and kept the distance of three fists.

    Whether the contents of Zhao Yi's burlap bag were heavy or light, her shoulder was reddish from being strangled, so she had to change another shoulder.

    Song Xiaolan observed the details, and took it over naturally. She didn't carry it on her shoulder, but just carried it like that.

    Zhao Yi was slightly startled, and quickly took the bag back, and said something that Song Xiaolan couldn't refute.

    "What's the point of a straight man carrying a bag."

    Song Xiaolan was taken aback for a moment, yes, when did he carry bags for girls?  But just now, the bag was indeed heavy.

    "Aren't you heavy?"

    Zhao Yi raised her eyebrows, stopped and looked up at him: "I can even recite you."

    Song Xiaolan held her breath in her chest and stared at her.

    She just looked at it, and she always had the hook of tenderness in her eyes. Accompanied by this scorching weather, Song Xiaolan's whole body would soon be hot.

    Song Xiaolan surrendered in her heart, she couldn't talk to her, she couldn't look at her well, so she planned to give up.

    Zhao Yi turned around and walked briskly in front of him, her long legs looked whiter and tenderer under the sunlight.

    Song Xiaolan couldn't help looking at her thighs, she always wanted to cover them, but she couldn't take off her clothes for her, otherwise Zhao Yi might call the police on the street and arrest him.

    After Zhao Yi noticed his gaze, she turned her head, stood side by side with him, and settled his concerns.

    "I'll buy a pair of trousers later."

    Before Song Xiaolan had time to be happy, Zhao Yi took her hand and walked into the hot pot restaurant.

    *

    There are not many people in the hot pot restaurant, and the air conditioner is fully turned on. Zhao Yi frowned slightly as soon as she arrived at the door, it was too cold.

    Song Xiaolan said with a cold face: "Let you wear it so short."

    "Still short?" Zhao Yi looked at him in surprise, "It's almost to the knee."

    "You don't know how long your legs are? Your knees are equal to other people's thighs."

    What kind of nonsense is this?

    The possessiveness of young boys is really puzzling.

    Zhao Yi didn't bother to care about it anymore, he just said that he wanted to buy trousers, but he couldn't stop him from talking.

    "Rory is talking too much."

    "you¡­¡­"

    The two walked into the hot pot restaurant, and the waitress who came to greet them was shocked when she first saw Song Xiaolan.

    There are many entertainers, large and small, coming and going in this hot pot restaurant, but it is really rare to see such an expensive male artist like Song Xiaolan.  At least, she has never seen it in this store.  Her eyes were straight.

    Zhao Yi glanced at the store and saw that there were really few people there, so she asked her, "Is it still open?"

    Song Xiaolan's thoughts were still in her sentence "Lorry, let's talk", and she didn't notice the waitress' straight eyes.

    Zhao Yi found out, raised the volume, and asked again: "Is it still open?"

    "Ah! It's open, it's open."

    Song Xiaolan smiled and reminded her, "What are you doing so loudly?"

    Hey, I really have a lot to manage.

    Zhao Yi glanced at him, and said carelessly: "My throat hurts!"

    Seeing the two flirting, the waiter couldn't help a sneaky smile, holding back very hard, and politely asked the two of them, "Are you two?"

    Song Xiaolan nodded, and directly took Zhao Yi's hand.

    The coldness in Zhao Yi's hand pierced through the skin to Song Xiaolan's heart, why is her hand so cold in such a hot day.  Song Xiaolan clenched her hand even tighter.

    The sudden heat in her hands and the tenderness of her skin made Zhao Yi feel a little sharp in her heart. She didn't hide, and responded to Song Xiaolan with a slight force on the held hand.

    Song Xiaolan was slightly stunned, all the messy moods of the past week were gone, happiness rippled in her heart, and there was a smile on her brows and eyes.

    *

    The two found a table in the corner, Zhao Yi was about to sit down, Song Xiaolan held her back, moved the chair to the right position, and then pushed Zhao Yi down.

    Zhao Yi lowered her head slightly, feeling overwhelmedA string was touched, but soon, she raised her head and calmly asked the waiter for the menu.

    Zhao Yi ordered a lot of goose intestines and so on, and didn't intend to pass the menu to Song Xiaolan, and asked him, "Is there anything special to avoid?"

    Song Xiaolan: "No."

    Zhao Yi raised her eyebrows, "Where is the spicy one?"

    Nothing is hotter than Zhao Yi, Song Xiaolan can eat Zhao Yi, who cares about this chili?

    "Can."

    Zhao Yi didn't believe it, and ordered a mandarin duck pot.

    The hot pot restaurant is Chongqing hot pot, and they don't eat spicy food, which is an insult to Chongqing hot pot.  The store is quite large, but until noon, there were few customers, and no familiar artists were seen eating.

    After the waiter went out, he gathered around with several other waiters, gossiping with eyebrows fluttering.

    "so hot!"

    "who is it!?"

    "I can't remember!"

    "Newcomer?"

    "Maybe, no matter, let's go get an autograph, it will definitely be popular in the future!"

    "I want one for me, how about we go in and take a group photo?"

    Seeing a group of guys rustling around, the foreman walked over with a serious face, lowered his voice and said:

    "What are you doing! Don't work hard!"

    Several people immediately dispersed obediently, and disappeared in front of the foreman after a while.

    The foreman has worked in this store for several years, and has seen countless artists, big and small. At this time, he looked at the waiters with contempt, and said to himself: "Guys who have never seen the world, when I saw Ouyang  Ming didn't make such a fuss, it's worthless"

    Ou Yangming is the dream lover of most middle-aged women.

    Zhao Yi saw all this in his eyes, smiled casually, and said to Song Xiaolan: "Look at you, where you pass by, you won't leave a piece of armor."

    Song Xiaolan's eyes darkened, why does she always like to use such direct and violent words?  Qinglie replied to her: "This has been confiscated, too."

    Zhao Yi loved hearing these words, the corners of her mouth curled up, she smiled happily, and offered Song Xiaolan a cup of tea.

    "Then, why don't I let him go?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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