A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

He Jichen received her eyes, and her heart shook.

The scenes at this time are mostly like him and her when they were young...

At that time, who made her unhappy, she would always give him a problem so unreasonably.

The group of people, like the fat one now, asked her why she was doing this. She was too lazy to give an explanation. She pulled her face straight and looked at him.

God knows how much he loves her reaction, because that kind of her makes him feel that she needs him.

When the fat man saw Ji Yiwang looking at He Jichen, the alarm bell in his head, the words of resistance that he had to say suddenly disappeared between his lips and teeth. He instinctively turned his head to look at He Jichen: "Chen Brother..."

He Jichen, who heard the fat man's voice, flashed his eyelids slightly, and pulled back his thoughts that looked back at Ji Yi's distant eyes. He seemed to never see the begging of the fat man's eyes, and his tone was very soft: "Go ."

Isn't it? It's been the past four years. When I met the unreasonable trouble of the big devil, is the tyrant so unruly?

The fat man froze for two seconds before moving his lips again.

This time he didn't even make a sound, He Jichen's eyebrows rose, and the fat man clearly felt that there were countless sharp lights, and he shot at him, and he stood up from the chair like a reflex. Then there was an inexplicable voice in his throat, and what he wanted to say became uncontrolled: "I go, I go."

With that said, the fat man lifted his foot towards the door of the box.

He Jichen seemed to be very satisfied with his answer. Qingjun's eyebrows reopened. He stared at the back of the fat man who hurried away. After thinking about it, he spoke again, and his tone became lazy: "Well, remember to put all Buy a snack."

The fat man stopped suddenly, "morning..."

He only said one word, and He Jichen moved his lips again: "Ten servings."

The fat man gasped, but he still didn't make a sound. He Jichen moved his lips again as if he knew he was going to speak: "One..."

Before the word "hundred servings" was spoken, the fat man ran out of the box with his legs spread. He was afraid that He Jichen would really let him pack a hundred servings of each kind, and the figure disappeared instantly.

...

When the fat man came back to the box panting with sweat and big bags, Ji Yizheng sipped his tea with his head down, He Jichen was holding a wine glass, and he looked at Ji Yi with a soft brow.

The cold wind blowing two people, how to see the picture, how comfortable.

After a long queue, the sweaty fat man became more and more congested. When he put the packing box in his hand on the table, he couldn't help but whispered: "Fake is fake! Prestige! Become a traitor! The faint king is equipped with a big devil, It's just miserable..."

Before the last "case" word was finished, He Jichen's eyes swept lightly, and the fat man hurriedly closed his mouth, and smiled and handed a kebab to Ji Yi diligently.

Ji Yi couldn't hold it back, smiled poutingly, raised his hand, took it, and said "Thank you" to the fat man with a bit of regret.

The fat man knew that Ji Yi was embarrassed for the little capriciousness she had just woke up with. He waved his hand, Cancan returned an irrepressible smile, and picked up the wine glass with ice and swallowed it with a gulp.

When the fat man picked up the wine bottle and added wine to himself, he also added wine to He Jichen. He looked up inadvertently. He aimed at He Jichen still staring at Ji Yi softly.