Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

"Ah~"

Bai Ning pursed her lips tightly and shook her head in refusal.

"You can eat it, I have my own hands."

This is boring and lacks the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant.

The moment Bai Ning put the steak into his mouth, Lan Qichen took her hand and bit off the beef on the fork.

While savoring the deliciousness of the steak, he said with a proud smile: "The steak my wife cuts has a different taste."

Bai Ning's cheeks heated up and his heart beat rapidly. Surprisingly, he didn't feel angry.

Lan Qichen took the opportunity to feed a piece of beef into her mouth, scraped the bridge of her nose, and asked in a gentle and watery tone: "Is it delicious?"

His hot eyes wandered over her body, and there was a faint smile on his lips, as if everything was under his control.

Bai Ning chewed it mechanically. The steak was juicy, tender and delicious. She said firmly: "It's not bad."

Lan Qichen chuckled, raised his glass and invited Bai Ning to have a drink.

Surprisingly, the latter unexpectedly agreed.

While drinking a glass of wine, the tips of their noses touched each other, and they felt warm and warm. Bai Ning shyly drank the red wine in the glass in a hurry.

"bang bang bang"

It's the sound of a heartbeat.

Bai Ning put down his knife and fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and said calmly: "I've finished eating."

Perhaps it was the ambiguous atmosphere of the restaurant that made her confused for a while, and now she just wanted to leave this place quickly.

"What a coincidence, I happened to finish eating too."

Lan Qichen stood up to pay the bill, and then led Bai Ning out of the restaurant. When they held hands, he could clearly feel the sweat on her palms.

Secretly happy: I'm actually still shy! This trick really works!

Then the two went to see a movie, then went to the night market and watched the lantern festival... just like a young couple who had just established a relationship, it was lively and fascinating.

Naturally, something intimate happened during this period. Bai Ning's heart beat like thunder, as if he had found that heart-pounding feeling from before.

She thought: Maybe her mother was right. People always have to look forward. Let the past go. There is no need to dwell on the pain of the past. It will be of no benefit to herself or others.

Bai Ning suddenly opened his eyes and held Lan Qichen's hand.

Lan Qichen also felt her enthusiasm, curved his lips, and felt happy in his heart.

The sky gradually darkened and night fell, but the two of them were still obsessed with the sweetness of the moment, and neither of them mentioned going home.

The two held hands and walked to a remote alley.

It was pitch black ahead, as if there were some hidden dangers, but it seemed like a dead end.

Lan Qichen said: "There is a dead end ahead, let's go back."

When I turned around and walked back, I saw several black figures at the entrance of the alley. The leading man had a stooped back and a long wooden stick in his hand. At first glance, he looked like a gangster wandering around the society. He was definitely not that person. .

"You two broke into my territory without permission. Do you want to leave like this?"

The street lights came on, illuminating the group of people.

The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties, shirtless, with a coiled dragon tattooed on it, and a long scar on his face, which looked a bit ferocious.

Not surprisingly, this person should be the boss of this gang of gangsters.

Lan Qichen raised his eyebrows: "Tsk, your land? Did you buy this road, or did you fund the construction?"

The gangsters in society are always unreasonable. They fight, rob, fight... and do all kinds of evil things.

"Boy, it seems you are very cool!"

The boss twisted his neck, making a "click" sound, and stared at Lan Qichen with two fierce lights in his eyes.

"You dare to run wild on my territory. It seems you are tired of living."

The man shook the wooden stick in his hand, and the gang of boys behind him suddenly became active.

"Boss, I think this pretty boy needs to be dealt with. If I don't beat him to pieces today, my surname will not be Huang!"

The little follower who spoke had dyed yellow hair. He was wearing a white work vest, jeans, and torn canvas shoes. He was casual and spoke with a strong local accent. The color of his hair was exactly the same as his last name.