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Chapter 163

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    Lin Ranran's eyes were exactly the same as Gu Yuanyuan who asked for candy. Gu Peiyuan held his heart silently and refused: "You will have a stomachache."

    "Why do you always remember that kind of thing!" Lin Ranran blushed.

    Because the story of you eating ice and having a fever and fainting is impressive.  Gu Peiyuan answered silently in his heart.

    Lin Ranran didn't want to make ice cream, and said sourly, "You don't want to eat it, it will be wasted after melting, evil privileged class."

    Gu Peiyuan lifted the paper shell, ate the ice cream in two mouthfuls, and even poured down the empty cup at Lin Ranran.

    Lin Ranran: ""

    Gu Peiyuan took the empty cup in Lin Ranran's hand and threw it into the trash can together, saying kindly: "The Hardou and Butterfly Cakes of this store are also famous."

    Lin Ranran also bought a hardoo at Lao Dachang, but she hadn't had time to eat it yet.  Hearing this, he took out the Hardou from the paper bag and saw that it was shaped like a miniature baguette, with puff pastry on the outside and a strong fragrance.

    Lin Ranran opened the Hardou, and the cream and chocolate sauce inside were wrapped in layers of puff pastry, which was very rich.  Lin Ranran gave half of it to Gu Peiyuan, and said, "I want to save my belly to eat butterfly cakes."

    The moving smile that hadn't had time to take shape froze, turning into a cold sentence: "Oh."

    People like Gu Peiyuan are inherently cold and cold, and just from the outside, they are simply out of this world.  At this time, sitting on the side of the road in the cold wind and sharing a harpoon with others, it didn't violate harmony at all.

    Hardoo bites in the mouth, the cream is rich, the chocolate sauce is crispy, like a finger puff with rich fillings, and the skin is soft and delicious.  When New China was first established, there was no low-gluten flour. Pastry chefs in old Shanghai invented the method of using cornstarch instead of low-gluten flour to make pastry.

    Lin Ranran told Gu Peiyuan this little knowledge while eating hardwood.

    Gu Peiyuan said casually: "How do you know this?"

    "I heard about it when I went to buy dim sum." I slipped my tongue again!

    Lin Ranran hurriedly lowered her head to eat, and accidentally dripped snow-white cream on her finger. She stuffed her finger into her mouth and sucked it, and found that Gu Peiyuan was staring at herself, and asked strangely, "Why are you looking at me?"

    Gu Peiyuan stared at her fingers and lips strangely, and there was a suspicious blush on the base of his ears.  It took a long time to speak: "You have cream on your lips."

    "Where?" Lin Ranran raised her hand to touch the corner of her mouth.  Her lips were red, with snow-white cream hanging on her lips, looking at her made people feel a little bit hard to restrain.

    "Here." Gu Peiyuan reached out and touched her lips, while Lin Ranran licked her lips with the tip of his tongue.

    While the soft tip of the tongue licked off the sweet cream, it also licked the cold fingertips.

    "" Lin Ranran's mind went blank for three seconds, covered her mouth, and said to Gu Peiyuan, who had the same dull expression, "I'm sorry."

    Gu Peiyuan turned his head stiffly, Lin Ranran's lips were all red from the cold.  The little fingertip that was licked was like a ignited fuse, burning the blood all over his body to boil.

    The two sat in the cold wind, silently digesting their respective inner breakdowns.  In this silence, the joy of the two reuniting after three years' absence finally rises belatedly.

    After Lin Ranran was full of desserts, she regained her enthusiasm for shopping, and took Gu Peiyuan to another state-owned thrift store.

    This thrift store has a large scale and a variety of things, only you can't think of, nothing you can't find here.  There are containers on the two walls, and the goods are so full that they reach the ceiling.

    In the most conspicuous row, there are many second-hand clothes, such as Mao suits, Lenin suits, workers' clothes, outdated woolen coats, lace dresses, and cheongsams.

    There are also many ties and buttons, not to mention the fake collars that Shanghainese love most. Even if Shanghainese want to save face, they have to wear a fake collar in their suits to make themselves look decent.

    The prices of these old clothes are different, new and old are different, and the clothes in good condition all have to be snatched.  If the color is not good, buy it back and cut it up, make some fake collars, and two small vests are also good.  Shanghainese who are careful and budget-minded can make use of every thread and live a barren life with vibrancy.

    For Gu Peiyuan, thrift stores are a new world that he has never been involved in.  Gu Peiyuan is obsessed with cleanliness, and he refuses to put on his clothes after his younger brother puts them in vegetable soup. It is completely incomprehensible for someone to buy other people's old clothes.

    He has cultivated himself well, and this kind of acceptance has to be reflected on his face, but when Lin Ranran gestured to him with an almost new men's coat, he almost couldn't hold back and ran away.

    Lin Ranran found that Gu Peiyuan's body was tense, and there was a hint of patience in the corners of his eyes and brows, and said amusedly: "Master? go out.

    She closed her eyes in fright, but instead of being thrown away by inertia, she was firmly hugged by an arm.  The car bumped again, and Lin Ranran fell heavily into Gu Peiyuan's arms.

    The car ran to the flat ground with a grunt, and the driver wiped the water from his face while running, completely oblivious to the fact that his passenger fell into a ground gourd.

    Lin Ranran's package fell on the pedal, but Gu Peiyuan protected her tightly, it was just a false alarm.

    Seeing that she was silent, Gu Peiyuan said slowly, "Are you all right?"

    "No" Lin Ranran's cheek was pressed against Gu Peiyuan's fine wool coat, and Gu Peiyuan's arms firmly wrapped around her, pressing Lin Ranran on his chest.  What was even more embarrassing was that Lin Ranran was half sitting on his lap.

    Lin Ranran tried to move, but Gu Peiyuan's arm was still around her like an iron hoop, and he didn't intend to let go.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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