"Well, what do you have today?"

    "Ah?" For a time, there was no reaction. The little fat man sat on the seat in a daze. The steamed stuffed bun''s face was ignorant and lovely.

    "Classmate Qiao Dongrui, I formally invite you to have dinner together. Do you have an appointment?"

    She got up, made a standard court invitation, and blinked mischievously. His long eyelashes flickered, and his heart also trembled.

    Before I could reply, a cold voice suddenly came in.

    "Eat."

    Yang Peiqing was surprised and turned his head. As expected, he faced the familiar cold face.

    Lee Myung Bak didn''t know when he came in. He stood behind her. He must have seen all the movements just now. Thinking of this, her cheeks were slightly hot and she became angry. The whole class saw him come in, but no one spoke, which made her make a fool of herself.

    As always, he was wearing a wide windbreaker, and the outline of his chin was hidden in the turtleneck, revealing two charming and sharp eyes, which were filled with a faint smile.

    Yang Peiqing was so upset by him that he didn''t know what expression he should use to face him.

    The whole class was staring at them and didn''t want to let everyone see the play. She took the lead out of the classroom, and Lee Myung Bak naturally followed. Sitting on the chair, little fat Joe Dongrui thought about it and came out with it.

    Leave the classroom hot line of sight peep, as if even the pressure is a lot of light.

    "Brother, what do you want?"

    She wanted to kneel. In the final analysis, it''s only entrusted by others, but even if entrusted by others, it''s unnecessary, right?

    Li Mingbo seems to want to say something. When he sees Qiao Dongrui coming out, his mouth is tightly closed. No matter how Yang Peiqing pries it, he can''t open it.

    So the last three people went to the restaurant to eat together. I don''t know why, she seems to feel that Qiao Dongrui, who has always been so good tempered, is somewhat different. Even Lee Myung Bak''s eyes at Qiao Dongrui are strange, and there is a little coldness in his contempt.

    When he arrived at the restaurant, Yang Peiqing was preparing to have dinner. Li Mingbo said coldly, "what do you want to eat?"

    Zheng Leng moment, the mouth first brain answer: "fish eggplant and hot and sour potato silk."

    Lee nodded naturally: "wait a minute."

    Then she went straight to the window.

    "He..." The little fat man looked at Yang Peiqing complexly, "didn''t you break up?"

    "Yes, didn''t we break up?" Yang Peiqing was more puzzled than he was.

    Seeing her like this, Qiao Dongrui seemed to understand something. He was inexplicably happy and felt that he was too obvious. He immediately restrained his smile.

    "I''ll go and have dinner. You wait here."

    "Go ahead, go ahead."

    She raised her chin and looked around warily. She didn''t want to be covered with food today.

    The male god is the male god. Wherever he goes, the idle people make way. Soon he surpasses the others and comes back with two meals. He just sees Yang Peiqing''s bored appearance.

    Hands push chin, melon face is forced out of some fat, tender, with that pair of big eyes, especially lovely.

    "Chopsticks."

    Hearing his voice, Yang Peiqing subconsciously took it over, only to find that it was a pair of brown solid wood chopsticks, not the black plastic chopsticks of the canteen at all. Seeing her silly as like as two peas, Lee Myung-bak''s lips curved, and he appeared to be another trick of the same chopped Brown chopsticks.

    "You didn''t get it from home, did you?" Yang Peiqing was shocked. Did he plan ahead of time?

    Lee Myung Bak did not speak, just put the food in front of her.