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Feng Zhen felt that he had practiced it now, and could accurately know whether the young master was happy or not when his face was straight.

He said this to Chang Mingluo when he was wearing his seat belt, and Young Master Chang glanced at him while driving, "What's there to be proud of, I knew you didn't like me the first time I saw you."

Feng Zhen was stunned for a moment, and was a little dazed when he stopped the car.

Chang Mingluo worked on a whim, the owner of the restaurant didn't receive an appointment, so when he saw him, he rushed out to greet him, and asked him with a smile how many people he had brought.

Chang Mingluo glanced at the guests inside, frowned, pointed to a place and said, "That's my seat."

The boss looked at the sweaty palms of the guests there, and asked cautiously, "...Could Mr. Chang change to another place? We have a single room upstairs."

Feng Zhen watched Chang Mingluo struggle for a while, probably the aversion to contacting strangers in his heart was confronted with stubborn obsessive-compulsive disorder, and finally gave up, turned to Feng Zhen without looking at the boss, "Shall I take you somewhere else?"

Feng Zhen has no comment.In fact, he does not have high requirements for food, and his greatest hope now is that Chang Mingluo will bake himself a cake that is the same as the one that Lan Kun brought yesterday... It is really delicious, sweet but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, even if If you don't like sweets, you have to add "yes" to the end of the comment, so it's not against your conscience.

The boss has no objection, he can't afford to mess with the guests, and he is very happy that there is no conflict between them.After all, the business can still be done in the future, and the signboard will have to be smashed if it happens.

The only person who has an opinion is the person who is currently sitting in Chang Mingluo's favorite position.Seeing the man who looked like the second generation ancestor of the nouveau riche walk over with three fingers holding a wine glass, he was a little drunk, the wine in the glass swirled and almost spilled on Chang Mingluo.

"Yo," the man smiled at Chang Mingluo drunkenly, "Let's go? Just leave without talking to me. Anyway, we have met a few times at parents' parties, right?"

Chang Mingluo looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

The other party also saw the disapproval in his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Does Mr. Chang have anything to teach you?"

"...No." Chang Mingluo replied solemnly.

The other party was still unyielding, "When you make friends, you should be honest with each other. I like Mr. Chang very much as a friend. You can speak out what you think, and I won't be angry if it doesn't suit you."

Chang Mingluo smiled decently, "I don't want to talk to people who are ugly and haven't realized it yet."

Feng Zhen followed Chang Mingluo out, and Chang Mingluo held his hand firmly and warmly, with well-defined knuckles, from which he could feel the beautiful shape of bones hidden inside.

Feng Zhen lowered his head and said, "I don't dislike you."

"Huh?" Chang Mingluo sat in the car and helped him fasten his seat belt before fully realizing it, and said, "Oh."

Feng Zhen's head was still pressed very low, nervously stroking the lines of the seat belt, "I'm just not used to it."

I always feel that you are too far away from me like that...

"It's okay." Chang Mingluo turned on the navigation and started the engine in Skywalker's voice, "Take your time."

When Chang Mingluo lay on the steering wheel yesterday, he was thinking that this is the same as desensitization therapy. Gradually get in touch with it and understand it better. If you don't like it, you can gradually get used to it. No matter how resistant it is, it will soften one day.

"Do you want to eat mints?" Chang Mingluo opened the storage box on Feng Zhen's side, took out a small box, and when he brought it back, he poured two into his mouth and crushed them in his teeth.

In the past 20 years, he never thought that anyone would like all his appearances, but seeing Feng Zhen's occasional appearance of a little resistance to him, he always felt inexplicably anxious...