The white vest was a little tight on his body. He was tall and had long arms. His shoulders and arms were filled with tendons and muscles.
As he looked at her, there were stars hidden in his gentle eyes.
In an instant, he turned from a little puppy into an aggressive little wolf. At that moment, Xia Ling thought that he was going to kiss her.
Brushing her teeth, Xia Ling's face was a little hot.
...
Little Wontons, charred and delicious fried dough sticks.
Even if Xia Ling suppressed the urge to wolf down her food, she had been hungry for too long and her eating style was not that refined!
This was probably the best meal this body had ever had in its memory.
There were deep-fried dough sticks, little wontons, and meat!
It was now the 90th year, but living in the Su family, it was clearly the same era, but the SU family seemed to be so far away from the 90th year.
Xia Ling almost forgot what meat tasted like... ...
Han Jin looked at her and gave half of his little wontons to Xia Ling.
"eat slowly, don't eat too much, or you'll hurt your spleen and stomach. If you like, I'll buy it for you when I get back to the city. "
Xia Ling was a little embarrassed. She wiped the soup off her lips and smiled at Han Jin.
It was not that she did not control herself, but she was simply too hungry. Her image had to be placed at the back of the line.
"..."she was so full of dog food. She had clearly not eaten, but when her friend saw the interaction between Han Jin and Xia Ling, she felt that she was full. What was going on?
Her friend shivered. She really could not stand Han Jin's 24-year-old filial piety.
When they were in school, he looked gentle and gentle, but it was actually very difficult to approach him. He was always distant and polite to others, so how did he change his appearance in front of this girl called Su Ying He really should let those girls who were trying so hard to woo him, but in the end, they were afraid that he would be a rock, and look, a rock actually had a day when it bloomed.
Han Jin ate half a bowl of wontons and some fried dough sticks.
On the other side, Han Jin saw that her eating speed had slowed down. He took out a brand-new green fifty from his pocket and handed it to Xia Ling.
"The first bus is at 9 o'clock. I have 50 yuan here. Take it and go to the city to find aunt Bai. Wait for me to go back. "
"Oh! Han Jin, you really have a deep cover, don't you? My mom only gives me 20 yuan a week for food, and you're already giving me 50 yuan. Rich! I really didn't expect that you were the one who hid the rich! " His friend cried out, and her eyes lit up as she stared at the Green Note.
50 yuan... ... It really wasn't a lot. She couldn't even be bothered to count the Zeros in her bank account ...
However, in the 1990s, Xia Ling only had 20 yuan on her, and she had stolen it from home.
Just looking at the three of them having this meal in the morning was already very extravagant.
The three of them had bought a lot of fried dough sticks, so they had bought at least five yuan worth of fried dough sticks.
Wontons cost two yuan per bowl, and these three bowls also cost six yuan.
Xia Ling's 20 yuan would be gone after breakfast... ...
Poor, really poor!
"I can't take this money. I came out from home and took 20 yuan. I have it with me, you can keep it for yourself. " Xia Ling shook her head and rejected Han Jin.
She took the bag from her pocket. There was a household register and a crumpled 20 yuan in the bag.
"although I took this money, I'll return it to them 10 times when I earn money. " Xia Ling saw Han Jin's frown and added.
Shaking his head, Han Jin took the crumpled paper note from her hand and stuffed his brand new green paper note into her hands.
"You can't take that 20 yuan, did you know? If the waiter finds out that you're still alive and stole the family's money, he'll come after you when he walks into the city. This thief's reputation will never be washed away. "
Xia Ling: "I'm not... "
Xia Ling used to take, Han Jin used to steal. What he did was the behavior of a thief. What was the point of not admitting it?