The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 548 The more you pull the more you love the principle 99

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   Until halftime, Jiang Li'an asked Shen Qingzhuo to go out first, reminding him not to let others see her face.

  The boy nodded and pushed open the door.

  Jiang Li'an was relieved, raised his hand and patted his face - this feeling is too strange.

   In order to stagger the time, Jiang Li'an came out after a long time. Maybe it was because of her guilty conscience, she is quite guilty now.

   "Miss Jiang." A voice sounded suddenly.

  Jiang Li'an looked up and saw the person walking towards him.

   He is not too tall, about 1.75 meters. He looks a little thin. He is born with well-behaved facial features and is not very eye-catching. It is a type that is difficult to attract special attention when placed in a crowd.

   But how did the other party know her?

   Jiang Li'an was a little puzzled.

  Yu Yuan knew at a glance that she didn't know him anymore, her eyes were slightly blocked by the long black bangs, and she explained with a soft smile: "We met at Yunding Hotel last time."

  Jiang Li'an remembered: "Shen Qingzhuo's team members."

   Maybe she didn't even realize that she was talking about Shen Qingzhuo, not Zuo Duo.

  Yu Yuan paused and nodded as usual.

  I don't know which one is the first.

   seems to mention him, it will only be - Yu Yuan? I seem to have heard that it is Shen Qingzhuo's teammate.

   No matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the three words Shen Qingzhuo, and he will always live under the aura of Shen Qingzhuo.

   "Are you okay?" Jiang Li'an didn't know him well and was not in the mood to chat.

   "It's just a coincidence that Miss Jiang is here, and Ah Zhuo is also."

   Jiang Li'an's smile froze.

   Yu Yuan asked tentatively: "You came with Ah Zhuo, right? Ah Zhuo too, didn't say hello to me..."

   "No." Jiang Li'an said, "I'm not familiar with him."

  Yu Yuan's eyes were dim, he didn't know Jiang Li'an's identity, but from the last time at Yunding Hotel, the manager's attitude towards her should be very good.

   "Goodbye Miss Jiang then." Yu Yuan was very observant, and said obediently, "Can you add a WeChat? Let's talk next time?"

   Jiang Li'an frowned: "No."

   she said and walked out.

   "Yu Yuan!" Yu Yingwen saw him talking to a girl from afar. The girl was also Qiao Xuan's friend, so she immediately became unhappy and shouted, "What are you doing?"

  Yu Yuan came back to his senses, and thought flashed in his eyes: "Sister, do you know her?"

   "I still want to ask you!" Yu Yingwen said angrily.

   Yu Yuan stopped talking.

  When Jiang Li'an got into the car, Shen Qingzhuo was sitting by the left window, leaning against the back of the chair, his arms resting on the window, and fell asleep.

  The night wind ruffled his broken hair, and the curvature of his side face was still a little green.

   The blue-black tiredness of the eyes has not diminished.

  Jiang Li'an sat in and didn't wake him up.

  The driver drove the car and went directly to the largest shopping mall in the center of Nancheng. In one word, it is expensive.

  Jiang Li Anxin thinks, Shen Qingzhuo is not afraid to kill her, right?

   Although she is rich, she is not taken advantage of.

  Jiang Li'an saw that he was still awake, fell asleep as if he had no bones, and his lips were too bright under the broken hair.

   "You can't sleep..." Jiang Li'an whispered, raising his hand to wake him up, but just as his hand was about to touch the man's shoulder, he suddenly opened his eyes.

  If it wasn't for the sleepiness in those eyes, the foggy blue-blue ash, Jiang Li'an would have thought he was pretending to be asleep.

  Jiang Li'an calmly retracted his hand: "Get out of the car."

   "Did you just take advantage of me?" Shen Qingzhuo glanced at her retracted hand with a half-smile, and walked out of the car with a very lazy body.

  Jiang Li'an felt that he was spitting blood, she said that she was clearly waking him up with good intentions.

   Shen Qingzhuo responded perfunctorily.

   Jiang Li'an probably understood from his expression. His subtext must be, okay, I will fulfill your duplicity.

   The night wind was a little cool, and the dark blue sky in the distance rose and fell, like the blue that had not faded in his eyes.

  The mall is as bright as day, and pedestrians are like weaving.

  Shen Qingzhuo is undoubtedly the most conspicuous one wherever he goes. Perhaps the spotlight is chasing him and falling on him. Even if he goes to that stop at will, the appearance of not waking up is enough to fascinate the soul.

  Many girls were in pairs, walking back and forth beside the boy, walking back and forth, pretending to pick something beside him, but in reality he kept peeking at Shen Qingzhuan from the corner of his eye, blushing slightly.

   He was standing in front of the shelf, tall, with long legs, his black hoodie was cold and lazy, and his back was a little more sloppy.

   It's like a high school student who came out of the evening self-study.

  Jiang Li'an stood next to him, really wanting to say if you can be a little self-conscious of a top idol, and you dare to come out in such a grand manner that you are not afraid that others will recognize you!

   Before he could say anything, Shen Qingzhuo threw another bag of shredded dried fish into it.

   The distance between the two people is a few meters away. They don't look like people visiting the mall together, but they are unfamiliar when seen from the back.

Jiang Li'an slowly clenched her fists and looked at the shopping cart full of snacks, models, figurines, and everything. She didn't see that his hobbies were quite extensive, and they were almost overflowing from the car. She felt that her heart was about to follow. Broken.

  The man was still fluttering in, sweeping the mall.

   "Brother." Jiang Li'an couldn't care about anything else, and smiled reluctantly, "Enough?"

   Shen Qingzhuo heard the words and took another bag of potato chips: "How much is this?"

   Across the mask, his voice was low and clear, his eyes looked at her casually, he smiled suddenly, and his fingertips tapped the pusher of the shopping cart, "Why, are you afraid of spending money?"

  Jiang Li'an didn't feel bad about money, but she felt bad about the money she spent on Shen Qingzhuo. She began to think about which step went wrong and why she, as a black fan, had to pay for the real master? ? ?

  Fuck tens of thousands of bills? ?

   "I'm also thinking about you." Jiang Li'an's tone was very good, and she looked so understanding, she was moved by what she said.

   "Look at how much you buy so much food, it's a pity that you can't finish it. Isn't this a waste of food? Besides, what if you buy so many small dried fish, what if you eat fat and don't look photographed?"

   "It makes sense." Shen Qingzhuo nodded.

   Jiang Li'an was overjoyed.

"But—" He supported the pusher of the shopping cart lazily with his arms, thin and smooth lines, straight back, casual posture, hoodie hat hanging behind him, trousers showing half cold white ankles, very youthful , tilted his head and said to her, "I'll be happy."

   Jiang Li'an's forehead jumped twice.

  You are lofty, you are amazing, you take my money as money!

  Shen Qingzhuo didn't know how to restrain himself at all, he just threw it in whatever he liked, and picked the most expensive one. The posture was really unequivocal, as if he took Jiang Li'an as a big head.

   The dried fish in the supermarket was quickly swept away by him.

  Jiang Li'an didn't know why he liked fish so much.

   Shen Qingzhuo threw something in it, and the crisp sound of money rang in her ears, ding dong ding dong, very sweet.

   Money - 3000

   Money - 1200

Oh.

   She is so happy!

   It's unlucky to spend money on men for a lifetime.

  Jiang Li'an pushed the cart, looked at the figure in front, and gritted his teeth.

   Whoever falls in love with Shen Qingzhuo has an unlucky eight lifetimes! ! !

  The two walked in the shopping mall one after the other. Shen Qingzhuo took a package of dried mangoes from the shelf, and asked, "Am I bad at dancing?"

   (end of this chapter)