"Where are you? Why don't you reply to WeChat?"
After that, he went crazy and sent her one message every week. Now I see that the last question was asked three days ago.
Yan Qingyao thought for a moment, should she give him a reply? I don't know what things are worth asking him once a week without stopping.
Yan Qingyao was hesitating, looking at the other messages that were at least several months old. There was no reply to this one for only three days. It should be okay to reply now!
But what does the reply say?
"Qingyao? Qingyao?"
Just as she was thinking, she seemed to hear someone calling her. She subconsciously glanced back and saw Su Tong standing behind her, wearing a pair of black framed glasses and a gentle look.
The moment he saw her turning back, Su Tong's eyes lit up, and he walked over in a few quick steps. Perhaps he was too excited, and stretched out his hands to hold Yan Qingyao's hands tightly: "Qingyao! It's really you. ! I’ve been here so many times and finally met you.”
With this reaction, if Yan Qingyao hadn't lost her memory, she might have thought that he was her relative. She was more worried about her condition than any of her friends and had come here many times.
"Well... Su Tong..." Yan Qingyao was a little embarrassed. She moved her hand to take it out, but she didn't expect that his grip was very tight. She tried several times but couldn't pull it out.
Fortunately, the clerk said: "Ms. Yan, your two cups of coffee are ready."
"Okay!" Yan Qingyao ordered like a sieve, and finally had a reason to let Su Tong let go of his hand: "I...my coffee is ready."
Yan Qingyao's face turned red, and after she pulled it out, she was even subconsciously pulled back by the inertia before pulling out her hands, which was enough to show how hard Su Tong held it.
Seeing that she almost fell, Su Tong scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I just saw you were too excited."
Her white hands were all red from being pulled by him, but he just stretched out his hand out of concern to see if there was anything wrong with her hand, so she subconsciously retracted it.
Yan Qingyao put her hands behind her back and rubbed them together: "I'm fine. I didn't expect that the person who cares about me the most is you."
Yan Qingyao half-jokingly responded to Su Tong's concern for her, and then said in an explanation: "I've been busy for a while, and I didn't even have my phone with me, so I saw the message you sent."
Su Tong smiled slightly: "It's great to see you are okay."
Yan Qingyao could feel that he really cared about her, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, I have nothing to do, I have already told Mr. Liu."
The two of them were not very familiar with each other. Yan Qingyao thought that she had nothing to talk about after responding to his concern, so she naturally picked up two cups of coffee and walked upstairs. But looking at Su Tong beside her, Yan Qingyao asked : "Want to drink coffee?"
Su Tong nodded.
Yan Qingyao: "..."
She began to debate whether to give her own or Xiao Fu's coffee, but she didn't know what he liked to drink...
Su Tong had already ordered to the bookstore clerk. Yan Qingyao just relieved the embarrassment of only having two cups of coffee in his hand. When he finished ordering, Yan Qingyao immediately put down the two cups of coffee in his hand: "I'll pay."
"No." Su Tong has already pressed the button to pay, and Yan Qingyao is no longer refusing. She remembers that Su Tong's family seems to have good conditions, and he can still afford the coffee.
When she walked up to the second floor with her coffee, she realized that there were no people there when they arrived, but now all the seats on the second floor were filled with people, and they were all girls.
The girls looked up from time to time, and their eyes were all focused on Xiao Fu.
He was dressed in casual clothes, and his long hair was stuck up high like a girl wearing a ponytail. Fortunately, in this era of tolerance, no one was discussing why he had long hair. They were all discussing his appearance and temperament.
They all think that he is like a knight in a TV series. He is handsome, dedicated to reading, indifferent, and treats everyone equally.
Hearing this, Yan Qingyao wanted to turn into a girl with a fake smile. When did "cold personality" become a good word? And does he treat everyone equally! He obviously doesn't care about anyone...
However, even though there were so many girls discussing his appearance, the seats next to where he was sitting were all vacant, and no one dared to come forward and sit next to him.
When Yan Qingyao was about to sit down with her coffee, a naive little girl gently grabbed her by the corner of her clothes: "Sister, you..."
Looking at the appearance of a college student, Yan Qingyao couldn't help but stop and listen to her words. She heard her say cautiously: "Be careful, the seat next to him is not for people to sit on."
No wonder no one dared to sit next to him even if they sat on the floor in the aisle.
Seeing that she was so worried about herself, Yan Qingyao nodded: "Okay."
Turning his head, perhaps smelling the aroma of coffee, Xiao Fu suddenly raised his head and looked at her.
Yan Qingyao stepped forward, sat on the seat next to him, handed him his coffee, and whispered: "The seats here are not private property. You can't say that you won't let others sit if you don't want them to sit."
Xiao Fu said calmly: "I just said that this seat is occupied."
Yan Qingyao: "..."
Why can't she, a modern person, frighten an ancient person?
However, Yan Qingyao watched with interest as Xiao Fu picked up the Americano coffee in his hand and took a sip on his lips. If he didn't know that he was an ancient person, with his calm and calm appearance, it would not be an exaggeration to regard him as a modern person. .
"How is it?" Seeing him take a sip, Yan Qingyao couldn't wait to hear what he thought of this coffee.
Xiao Fu seemed satisfied. He raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Well, it tastes good."
Yan Qingyao: "..."
If you really want to achieve great things, this little pain is nothing.
Yan Qingyao curled her lips involuntarily. Anyway, she didn't understand why they could drink such bitter coffee.
However, when I thought about it, Xiao Fu had never tasted any other flavor besides the bitter American coffee. What if he thought this was the only flavor?
Yan Qingyao's eyes immediately lit up and she pushed her coffee over: "My coffee tastes different from yours. Do you want to try it?"
After saying that, Xiao Fu looked at her for a long time without moving, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he felt that what she said was too abrupt...
Yan Qingyao realized that for an ancient person, this was indeed...
As she thought about it, she stretched out her hand to take back the cup of coffee, but she didn't expect Xiao Fu to pick up the coffee before her and took a sip. As soon as he took his mouth, he frowned.
He returned the coffee to her, took another sip of his own, and then his frown slowly relaxed.
