Chapter 350
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Lu Xian stared at him in a daze.
Especially when she saw the injuries on his face, she felt her heart ache.
This heartache seemed to subconsciously come from the bottom of her heart. It was completely out of her control.
Why was this so?
This was clearly her first time meeting this young man.
Quan Jue looked at Lu Xian indifferently and walked to the counter.
His thin lips parted slightly as he spat out a sentence.
"Give me a cup of hot coffee," Quan Jue said indifferently.
Only then did Lu Xian come back to her senses. She hurriedly said to him, "Please wait a moment."
Then, she turned around and busied herself.
The coffee in this convenience store was instant. She only needed to boil the instant coffee powder with hot water.
Quan Jue looked at Lu Xian as she busied herself making coffee for him. His eyes were as deep as an endless vortex.
He was now completely certain that the woman in front of him was his mother.
How ironic.
She seemed to not know him at all.
After making the coffee, Lu Xian sealed the lid on the paper cup. Then, she turned around and placed it on the counter. She said to Quan Jue, "Sir, the coffee is a little hot. You have to be careful not to get scalded."
Quan Jue nodded indifferently. After placing the money for the coffee on the counter, he picked up the coffee and turned to walk towards the resting area by the window.
However, he had only taken two steps when Lu Xian's voice sounded behind him again.
"Erm, sir, please wait a moment."
Quan Jue stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.
"Can I ask what happened to the injury on your face? Did someone bully you? "Lu Xian frowned as she looked at him.
She didn't know why she asked this. It was completely subliminal.
Looking at the young man in front of her, who was at most eighteen or nineteen years old, she thought of how some students would suffer from school violence.
Thinking that this young man might have suffered from such a terrifying thing, Lu Xian felt a little sad.
Lu Xian felt that she was being ridiculous, but she couldn't control herself.
"Do we know each other?" Quan Jue asked indifferently.
Lu Xian's face turned red. She shook her head and said, "No, we don't know each other."
"Then, don't be a busybody." With that, Quan Jue turned around.
He quickened his pace to the resting area and sat down on the high stool.
Lu Xian looked at him, her face as red as a tomato.
She also knew that her question just now seemed to be nosy, so she felt very awkward.
Just then, the wind chimes rang again.
"Xiaoxian." A gentle male voice sounded.
Quan Jue had just brought the coffee cup to his thin lips. Before he could take a sip, he placed it on the table and looked sideways at the door.
A man in his thirties walked into the convenience store with a smile on his face.
His appearance was very refined, his temperament was very gentle, and his figure was thin.
It was the man Quan Jue had seen in the photo.
"Hubby." Lu Xian's eyes lit up when she saw the man.
"It's about time for you to get off work." Ye Yichen walked to the counter and looked at Lu Xian gently. "I've made lunch at home. I've made your favorite pork trotter soup."
It was almost time for lunch.
Lu Xian worked in the morning, and someone would come to take over her shift at noon.
"It's snowing outside. Maybe the person taking over the shift will come later." Lu Xian said.
"Alright, then. Take your medicine first." Ye Yichen placed the convenience bag on the counter. "I saw that it was snowing heavily and was worried that you wouldn't be able to get off work normally, so I sent the medicine over."
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