Chapter 950: Meeting

Qiaoqiao looked at his shoes... they were old, and stained with a little bit of mud and snow water.

Look at the brother's shoes opposite, so clean!

He tried his best to learn from his sister's usual appearance, nodded calmly: "That's fine—but it's not that my shoes are bad, it's that I'm not good at working."

Lu Chuan almost laughed out loud.

"No," he said firmly: "It's the shoes' problem, so I'll move them."

He handed the scarf over: "Then please wrap this watermelon."

Qiaoqiao had a new job, and was full of confidence: "Okay! I'm especially good at wrapping watermelons."

And Lu Chuan stared at the two cracked watermelons in the box on the ground, smelling the faint sweetness of watermelon in the cold air, and sighed with a bit of regret.

The bottom of the box was soaked by the snow water, but it didn't affect the moving. Lu Chuan looked at the cucumbers, eggs, and watermelons in his trunk, and looked at Qiaoqiao who was struggling with the cashmere scarf, and asked curiously: "Are the things in the back seat all for me?"

Although Song Tan confirmed it with photos early on, the quantity felt different in reality than in the photos.

Because of the long-term subtle influence, family members can save at most one or two.

Just a little bit...

Qiaoqiao didn't look up: "Yes, yes, sister said that since express delivery is not convenient, she packed a little more for you. Yellow-hearted cabbage, black cabbage, big cabbage, lettuce, lettuce, all of them! And a little chili and tomatoes..."

Song Tan said "Wow" and hurriedly took it over, obviously forgetting what she had just said, so Lu Chuan couldn't help but look again.

"... Are you finished moving?"

And me, ten can save three or four. In the long run, it will prolong life, keep the body healthy, and the state will get better and better. But this is also limited, and won't become a superman.

Under the street lamp, his appearance seemed to have a filter, and even the surprise and smile in his eyes were so obvious.

Because I didn't expect the scar to spread to the head and face. And what makes me feel more guilty is that the other party's physique is quite special, and the current body...

Qiaoqiao waved his hand: "No need, I'll eat it when I go back to the hotel later—what is this?"

Lu Chuan wasn't so afraid of the cold, and the air outside was much better than in the car, but he glanced at Zhou Xiao and didn't refuse, thanking him and turning to drive away.

This is not a big deal, Qiaoqiao responded and perfunctorily said to Song Tan: "Yes, very beautiful."

"Your scarf? Wrapped the watermelon?"

But there are pros and cons to everything. For example, my body retains more spiritual energy now, so it will be very resistant to the filth of the outside world, and the skin will be sensitive and cannot endure...

Who dropped the watermelon has no subject, just covering it up, right?

Saying that, he looked at Zhou Xiao again. Obviously, this bright and beautiful girl with skin like snow is quite different from the embarrassed, pitiful girl with deep fatigue in his vague impression.

Qiaoqiao felt even more guilty.

Lu Chuan shook his head: "No trouble, I'll bring my mom, and two friends will also come from other provinces. I don't know if it will be too much of a bother?"

She hurriedly took two steps forward, seeing the other party had finished moving things and was rolling up his sleeves, thinking and thinking, the last thing that blurted out was—

This person didn't even wear a down jacket.

Paused, he said: "Yes. Sorry, I'm late."

In daily life, it might be a little trouble.

Qiaoqiao withdrew his divergent thinking, staring at the light red mark slowly seeping from the end of the cashmere scarf, couldn't help but look at Lu Chuan:

"Eh?"

She handed the grilled sausage to Song Tan: "Here, eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Song Tan was instantly frustrated: "The snowball was stepped on by you, and the watermelon was dropped..."

Lu Chuan looked at the baskets and boxes of all sizes, wanting to say something, but couldn't think of anything for a while, so he had to continue moving.

Then he asked: "Are you guys not eating? What do you want to eat? I'll take you to eat."

Thinking about it, he asked again: "I might go back in two days, do you want to go together? I drove a car."

Cough.

Looking from a distance, he seemed like a group of moonlight different from others, belonging to the kind that can be seen at a glance.

He was anxious, he had been kneading for a long time!

You took the white scarf from Zhou Xiao's arms and lifted it up. I don't know how it was tied, but the soft scarf was tied with a few knots, and the final look was like a human head presented to the emperor in a TV show...

It was stepping on the snow ball that was about to melt, the bottom slipped along the snow water, and Song Tan almost fell.

Qiaoqiao was replying to the driver—the other party went to the Golden Arch nearby to borrow the bathroom, queued up, and apologized saying he would be back within ten minutes...

Zhou Xiao waved his hand, unable to bear the politeness: "Didn't you say it already? My mom has already prepared a room for you. Come, come! Feel free to come! There will be more than ten tables that day!"

Zhou Xiao was holding the grilled sausage and saw someone moving things by the car from afar. The other party was probably not wearing a coat, only wearing a white half-high-neck cashmere sweater, showing a slender neck and skin like snow.

"Hiss..." She felt a bit guilty.

Lu Chuan couldn't help but laugh. The snowy day, the air was also clear, which made him feel very comfortable, and his mood was happy. At this moment, he pointed to a scattered snow mark on the ground that hadn't melted yet:

Qiaoqiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, and looked at Song Tan: "Who dropped the watermelon?"

Zhou Xiao didn't be polite anymore, and at this moment, she pulled Song Tan: "Eat quickly, get in the car after eating."

Then she smiled at Lu Chuan: "It's snowing, I have to go back to the hotel quickly... Remember to come to the pig-slaughtering feast on the 10th!"

Then she waved her hand: "Then you go back first, it's cold."

The watermelon naturally also...

"Is it this one? It seems like you stepped on it just now..."

Let's put it this way, ordinary people eat food with slight spiritual energy, digest it in the body, ten is not saved one.

Qiaoqiao was full of guilt at this moment, where could she say anything? Besides, she wasn't in a hurry, otherwise, with one phone call, the other party would definitely be able to answer it, right?

Lu Chuan turned his head back.

Lu Chuan paused: "Yes, I slipped just now, the watermelon dropped—it's okay, the scarf can be sent for dry cleaning."

Cough.

Zhou Xiao hurriedly bit the grilled sausage and looked left and right: "Sister, my shoes are old! I also made a snowball for you—eh, where is my snowball?"

And Song Tan got into the car: "Sister, brother looks so beautiful!"

He was strong, and now he tidied up the things in the trunk in two or three strokes. As soon as he turned around, he heard someone behind him speaking:

That's too much.

The duck-billed cap covered the outline of the upper half of his face, but a few ferocious red marks could be vaguely seen from the temple down along the ear.

However, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and even his voice was full of thoughtfulness:

"My watermelon is not expensive, but it's not worth a scarf of that level, right?" ===== CHAPTER 951 =====