The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 272: Ink and deep footsteps, look at her low, what do you say?

The warm eyes of the season are really a lot of people who come here to buy, and I want to try more.

She looked back at the darkness of the ink that was standing farther away because of this taste. She walked back and smiled and said, "Would you like to eat, I will buy a few strings and try it together?"

Mo Jing squats at her: "You haven't eaten yet?"

"Our life and communication circle have no contact with this place. I usually have the opportunity to come to the night market, just like you don't have time to go to this place to hang out, so there is a chance to eat this thing, but I often listen to others and smell it. Stinky, I want to taste, you can't eat?"

The season said that he would turn and buy.

As a result, the wrist was heavy, and Mo Jingshen took her back very decisively.

"I haven't eaten the best, not clean."

"Who said it is not clean? Isn't that many people are buying? Have you eaten?"

"No."

"Why don't you say it is clean? I will try it, I will buy a few more..."

Mo Jingshen did not let her go, single-handedly took her over, her arms around her back and took her away, then glanced at the warm face and did not eat what I wanted to eat and resentful expression, can not refute Shen Shen: "Don't eat."

"..." There is no way to warm the season. This thing is estimated to be difficult to tolerate in front of the clean-hearted person. She turned her head and looked at the other snacks on the other side of the road. She whispered as she walked and said: I haven't eaten these, you don't let me taste it. I just drank three glasses of champagne in the venue. I didn't eat anything else. I am hungry now..."

"Go back to dinner when I am hungry, I am making dinner, huh?"

As a result, even today, the big BOSS said that it is not used in the kitchen.

"Hey, look at this kebab, it’s especially sweet at first glance!"

"There is the spicy string of incense..."

"Oh, there are glutinous rice cakes!"

"Ink Jing Shen, Mo Da BOSS, President of Mexico, Mr. Mo... Husband... You let me buy it, I only eat a little..."

Finally, the ink was deep under the warm and hard foam of the season, and finally she went to the stall on the other side to buy a small bag of handmade chocolate biscuits, and bought a few glutinous rice cakes. As for the other fried barbecues, it was completely It is forbidden and it is not allowed to eat at all.

There are a lot of people here, the light is dark, the season warm standing in the crowd, quickly put a piece of glutinous rice cake into the mouth, a smile of a satisfied face bent: "Sure enough, the snacks in the night market are not deserved, sweet."

Mo Jing was like a greedy child, glaring at her, letting her go behind and eating. He took her hand in front and led the way. He planned to walk out of the night market and then turn to the main entrance of the venue. square.

The warm season put another piece into his mouth, and the mouth was full, his face was bulged into a ball, and he smiled and looked at the long and straight figure in front.

Let Mo Jingshen pass by in such a place, there is always a feeling of slamming the people standing in the clouds to the world.

Of course, it is inevitable that the little girls passing by are still close to each other and will continue to throw a variety of idiotic eyes here. The warmth of the season is so low-key and quiet in the crowd, the result is still so attractive. Attention, I had to wipe my mouth and quickly follow him, and I was with him.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The warmth of the season saw a lot of clothes hanging on the stall next to it. One of the key styles was that she passed through in her previous life. The inexplicable heart was a meal, called Mo Jingshen, and the subconscious turned and walked quickly. The past.

The boss of the roadside booth saw her come over and asked with enthusiasm: "Which piece do you want? The clothes of my family are all big brands of broken goods from the big shopping malls. The quality of each piece is good, Miss. Pick whatever you like!"

The season warmer picked up a white T-shirt with a very simple letter pattern: "How much is this?"

"This one." The roadside booth owner looked at the clothes on her body, it seems that the quality is good, the price will not be too low, directly open: "two hundred and eight."

Mo Jingshen stood behind and raised an eyebrow and found that the warm season tonight had a special yearning for these roadside stalls.

"Two hundred and eight?" The season smiled warmly.

The boss thought she didn't know the goods?

"Yes! Two hundred and eight, not the price!"

"Sixty, sell not to sell?"

The boss has not seen such a sloppy person, his eyes suddenly glanced at the warmth of the season, coughing: "Too little, a price, one hundred and five!"

The season warmed and laughed, and put the T-shirt in his hand: "Sixty, don't sell it." He turned and left.

The boss thought that he could kill a wealthy big-headed guest. I didn’t expect this little girl to really not eat this one. He quickly said, "Well, how much can you do with ten dollars? I don’t do business easily. what!"

The warmth of the season does not return: "Just sixty."

"...good, sixty!" The boss called her helplessly and handed the clothes over.

After the warm season, I laughed and turned back. Suddenly I felt that the humanoid credit card machine came to me behind me and said, "I can't swipe the card here. I pay cash, but it is only sixty."

Mo Jingshen glanced at her sparkling eyes, which was laughed at because of the successful price cut. Inexplicably infected, the streamer of the eyes fell softly on her head.

The night in T city is not as cold as the winter in Haicheng. The air is only with a thin coolness. The crowds coming and going make this coolness cut a bit, and the surrounding is full of popularity.

In particular, the night market is a high-hanging color lamp, which is extravagant but extraordinarily grounded, symbolizing the warmth and excitement here.

"How? Good-looking?" The season warmer put the clothes in front of him.

Mo Jingshen watched her full of happy expressions, and the curvature of her lips rose upwards. She smiled low: "You have never touched the night market. You have to be especially good at this kind of clothes tonight except for those snacks. Interested?"

The warm head rested on his arm: "I am not interested in clothes, but I am particularly interested in bargaining with such roadside stall owners. I told you that I have already let him just now, otherwise I can buy this forty pieces of clothing."

Because she passed through the same time, the same quality, very ordinary thin cotton T-shirt, that was spent forty dollars.

Mo Jingshen sighed at her sudden price of the bargaining valley: "The quality of the T-shirts that are tens of thousands of pieces is not gone, are you sure to wear this?"

"It’s not that I haven’t passed.” The season whispered aloud.

Ink Shen deeped his footsteps and looked down at her: "What did you say?"

"I didn't talk, people here come and go, you got it wrong." Season warmed the T-shirt into the bag, then took a chocolate biscuit from another small bag and took a bite, and then left Half of it was handed to his mouth: "That, try it!"

(End of this chapter)