Chapter 88 After

dinner, Chen Yun went back to the store to work, Song Fenglin went swimming, and the two parted ways at the intersection.

Chen Yun walked in the shade and was awakened from her sleepiness by the noisy cicadas. She yawned several times in succession, but forced herself to hold back her sleepiness and continued working.

Not long after she started working, Zhou Peilin sent her a video.

After Chen Yun answered the call, she saw only endless green and asked, "Where are we?"

Perhaps because she had seen the vastness of the world after going out, Zhou Peilin's tone also cleared up the dejection: "Qiong Kushitai."

Chen Yun said, "I can't recognize it, all I see is grassland."

She kneaded the dough and chatted with her friend. Zhou Peilin said the signal was not very good and hung up.

Chen Yun didn't take it seriously until the batch of bread went into the oven, then she remembered about it.

She took out the old photos of her trip to Xinjiang on her phone, but unfortunately time flies so fast that the two photos didn't have much in common. She couldn't tell them apart after looking at them for a long time, so she sent them to Song Fenglin to take a look.

Song Fenglin was splashing around in the swimming pool when he saw these messages an hour later.

He didn't even bother to blow dry his hair, and replied first: [I can't recognize you either].

Chen Yun was chatting with a regular customer, and the phone on the table buzzed twice. She picked it up and saw: [Are you done swimming? Song

Fenglin: Well, are you done with your work? 】

Chen Yun:【Then you come, Xiaoxiao has something to do and needs to leave work early】

【Immediately】

Chen Yun could see his decisiveness from these two words, and quickly added: 【Slow down, there's no rush】

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swimming pool and the coffee shop are not far away, and when Song Fenglin arrived on his bicycle, only the tips of his hair were slightly wet.

He must have pedaled very hard, and before he could recover from his exertions, he started sweating a little and his glasses slipped down.

Chen Yun fanned him with both hands: "I told you not to worry."

Song Fenglin just smiled and slowly adjusted his breathing.

Idiot! Chen Yun glanced at him sideways and turned away: "Xiaoxiao, you should get off work now."

Xiaoxiao was still working on a list. She glanced at the decorative clock hanging on the wall and said, "Sister, I have an appointment with someone at five o'clock."

She meant that they didn't have to leave so early.

Chen Yun: "It's okay, there are people working anyway, just take a break."

Someone? Xiaoxiao's radar sounded, and her eyes moved left and right: "Oh~"

She dragged out the sound before continuing: "You think I'm a light bulb."

Chen Yun nodded at her in the air: "I'm giving you a holiday, but you still talk too much."

Not much, not much, she shut up immediately.

Xiaoxiao winked, washed her hands and took off her apron: "I won't be in the way here, bye~"

These extra two hours were also extra good time for her. When she walked outside, she exaggeratedly stretched out her arms to embrace the sunshine.

Chen Yun watched from inside the store: “Young people are really not afraid of the sun.”

Song Fenglin whispered: “I’m old, I’m not afraid either.”

Chen Yun didn’t hear clearly what he was saying and tilted her head slightly: “What?”

Song Fenglin repeated it again and was slapped on the shoulder.

Chen Yun: "There's not much difference between us. If they say you're old, they're referring to me."

Song Fenglin admitted his mistake honestly, and just then a guest pushed the door open.

He greeted: "Hello, what could I drink?"

Although he is not good at dealing with strangers, he can basically adapt to the different situations of each role.

Chen Yun felt at ease handing the job over to him and went into the baking room to see how the dough was rising.

There was a small piece of glass on the door of the bakery. From Song Fenglin's perspective, he could almost see her every move. He was in a good mood just by standing there, and an idea suddenly came to his mind - actually, I could work here in the future.

However, he knew that this was not very realistic, so he went to clear the table with regret and let the new guest sit down.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, the peak business hour for the coffee shop. Several tables were occupied, the dine-in machines were not working, and the reminder for takeout sounded from time to time.

Song Fenglin stopped watching the online class to do an order, and suddenly food was stuffed in his mouth.

Chen Yun digested the poorly crisped pineapple bun by herself and said, "I'll give you just a little bit. This is a carbohydrate bomb." It

was really just a little bit. Song Fenglin even felt like he had bitten her hand. He took a sip and it felt like he tasted nothing, but he licked his lips for no reason to savor the taste.

Chen Yun: “Isn’t it delicious?”

She looked like she was begging for praise, so Song Fenglin had to satisfy her and racked his brains to find some new words.

Some of the words seemed to be forced together. Chen Yun had never heard of them before, so she interrupted his "unthinking words": "Stop, now you can think about what to eat tonight."

This sentence was like a world problem. Song Fenglin began to list various options in his mind, considering today's situation: "Next door?"

Next door was a light meal shop.

His expression was full of questions, and the end of his words was filled with uncertainty.

Chen Yun had already thought of how to respond, but seeing that the store was full of people, she was unable to open her mouth. She lowered her head to type, then motioned for him to look at his phone.

Are you going to tell someone a secret? Song Fenglin switched the interface in confusion, his eyes slowly widened, and he looked around inexplicably, even looking at the ceiling.

Chen Yun couldn't help but joke: "Are you trying to see if there's a ghost possessing me?"

Song Fenglin subconsciously replied: "

Even if there is, I can't see it." What does that mean? Chen Yun stepped on him: "Can't I just say it myself?"

Song Fenglin: "Yes, of course! Of course... of course..."

Are you so shocked? Chen Yun began to doubt whether she had made a typo and lowered her head to look at her phone.

[As long as I eat with you, anything is fine]

That's right, it's just these eleven words. Chen Yun poked him: "Didn't I say something similar?"

Song Fenglin shook his head without hesitation: "No."

Instead, he said more.

In this regard, his memory should prevail.

Chen Yun no longer worried about it, but for the first time she found his expression difficult to read.

Song Fenglin's reaction seemed to be much slower, and it was only at this second that he realized what words he had seen.

The emotions that were accurately expressed to him were absorbed 100%, so much so that he didn't know how to process them and was in a daze.

Chen Yun waved her hand to get his attention back: "What are you thinking about?"

Song Fenglin really came back to his senses, and a different look appeared all over his body. He wanted to laugh but held it back. He clenched his hands into fists and called her name: "Let's have something nice tonight. If you want anything now, I'll go get it. Or do you want to go out and play? I'll buy the tickets."

No movie emperor could possibly perform such an instant change as his.

Chen Yun guessed that he would be happy, but she was a little embarrassed because it was an unexpected expression of emotion, so she tried to speak in a relaxed tone: "It seems that he still has a lot of private money."

That’s not true. Song Fenglin: “I will go and earn money, and give you whatever I earn.”

He didn’t control his volume well and attracted the attention of two guests.

Chen Yun could guess from the expressions of others that they were probably starting to imagine some complicated stories. She thought to herself that she was not some Zhou Baopi, and she did not know whether to laugh or cry: "I'll sell you sooner or later and you'll still be counting the money for me."

Song Fenglin was tall and strong, and he smiled shyly: "You won't."

Chen Yun snorted: "That's hard to say." She

looked him up and down: "It's a pity that you're thin now, so you can't sell for a good price."

Song Fenglin: "Not a pity, not a pity."

He was really stupid now.

Chen Yun didn't know what could relieve this symptom, and had originally listed stage one and stage two. Now she thought: Forget it, there's no need for too many tricks, he's hers anyway.