Chapter 829
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"Mr. Fu, I want to eat fruit …" The girl looked at him sideways, her beautiful brown eyes blinking as she added, "And roasted cold noodles."
Fu She nodded calmly. "Okay, I'll go buy it. Wait for me here."
"No, let's go together." Shen Wanqing shook her head and followed Fu She.
Fu She didn't say anything when he saw this. He walked over with the girl.
They arrived at the stall selling roasted cold noodles. It took some time to make roasted cold noodles, so Shen Wanqing looked at the fruit basket on the other side.
Shen Wanqing turned to Fu She and said, "Mr. Fu, shall I go over there to buy some fruit first?"
"Okay." Fu She nodded lightly.
Shen Wanqing looked at Fu She and asked, "Do you like yogurt, Mr. Fu?"
Fu She paused and hesitated. "… Do you like it?"
Shen Wanqing could not help but laugh when she heard that. What was with his tone?
The girl's beautiful eyebrows were tinged with a hint of a smile. Her round, light brown eyes seemed to curve into crescent moons along with her smile.
"Then, is there any fruit that Mr. Fu doesn't like?"
Fu She shook his head hesitantly. "I don't think so."
The girl in front of him tilted her head and smiled at him. "Mr. Fu is not picky at all. It should be easy to raise, right?"
The girl's words successfully stunned Fu She. Easy to raise?
He could not help but look down at the girl's smiling eyes. The sun was very good today, and the breeze was slightly cool. It was very comfortable.
The girl's light brown eyes were like glass under the sunlight. They shone brightly and were as clear as a mountain stream.
The gentle breeze was cool and easily brushed the girl's hair. The soft black hair also brushed against the girl's cheeks. Everything looked so beautiful.
For a moment, Fu She didn't know if she should be jealous of the breeze or that unremarkable strand of hair.
"Then I'll go buy some fruits. Teacher Fu, wait for me here. I'll be back soon." The girl's clear and sweet voice rang in his ears.
When Fu She came back to his senses, the girl's face was filled with a bright and beautiful smile. She waved at him and turned to leave.
At that moment, Fu She suddenly regained his senses.
He thought of the inexplicable jealousy he felt just now and felt a little funny and ashamed.
The girl must have thought of him as a teacher who had taken the initiative to approach her. However, he was overthinking things and even got jealous.
This is … a little ridiculous.
Perhaps, she didn't even recognize him …
Fu She sighed slowly. The boss of the roasted cold noodles subconsciously spoke to Fu She.
He said, "Young man, are you a teacher?"
The owner of the cold noodles stall was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. He sized up Fu She as he spoke.
The young man in front of him was slender. His gray knitted half-sleeved sweater looked ascetic and cold. Although he did not speak much, the stall owner could tell that he was a man of high cultivation.
The gold-rimmed glasses were ascetic and cold. His clear eyes were long and narrow, deep and beautiful, not to mention the cinnabar mole hidden at the corner of his eye.
The young man's temperament was calm and cold, noble and gentlemanly. He was the most eye-catching existence in the crowd just by standing there.
Such an otherworldly young man was standing patiently in front of a simple and cheap stall. It was very out of place.
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