Could it be that the anchor has a crush on me

Yang Hui was standing at the door of the milk tea shop, and when she saw a few people in front of her, she walked down the steps and asked Could it be: "How about you, what do you want to drink?"

Mo Fei put the phone back into his pocket and said, "Ah, I'm free, just Four Seasons Spring Tea is fine, Li Chengyu should also be a boob."

Yang Hui said, "Well, I'll invite you this time."

That's what I said, but when it came time to pay, could it be that I paid the money first.

"What are you doing?" Yang Hui was a little surprised. Her mobile phone was still on the interface of Alipay, and she didn't even have time to scan the QR code.

Mo Fei took it for granted: "Pay."

He looked at his Alipay showing that the payment had been made, and smiled at the clerk.

He added: "Also, tell me the ticket money for the playground, and I'll give it back to you."

"Could it be!" Yang Hui's voice was a little anxious, but she whispered again, "What do you mean? Didn't I say I invited you?"

Mo Fei reached out and took the number slip from the clerk: "Yes, you invited me, but Li Chengyu doesn't know you well, so of course I will give you his ticket money."

After finishing speaking, Mo Fei walked to the bench next to him to rest, and asked the people behind to go shopping.

Yang Hui had no choice but to follow Mo Fei to the side.

She put the phone in her pocket, and her voice was not as sweet as before: "I don't accept this money, I said I invited you, and I can't accept it as a senior sister's face."

"Senior sister's face?"

"Ah."

Could it be that he didn't answer right away, and didn't look at Yang Hui. He leaned against the wall and kept looking down at his hands with crossed fingers.

After a while, Mo Fei finally raised his head: "Sister, let me ask you something."

Yang Hui said, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Amusement parks are still noisy.

The voice of the milk tea shop calling the number, and the voice of the clerk saying that we will come again next time, these voices are mixed together, very lively.

In this hustle and bustle, Mo Fei's voice was exceptionally calm.

"Do you really want to ask me, or do you want me to owe you on purpose?"

Yang Hui's body froze, and she looked at Mo Fei in disbelief.

it is as expected.

Mo Fei smiled lightly, and said, "I see, senior sister just pretend I didn't say anything."

He straightened up and went to the front row to see where the number was as if nothing had happened.

Could it be that after those words were spoken, Yang Hui never spoke to him again.

The two of them turned back the same way, Mo Fei was carrying all the drinks, Yang Hui followed behind, she walked very slowly, she did not have the happy look when she came here.

When the two of them passed by a cotton candy shop, Yang Hui stopped suddenly.

"Do you want to eat?" Looking at the signboard, Mo Fei turned around and asked.

Yang Hui probably still felt a little embarrassed, and said with a faltering voice: "Hmm... this cotton candy looks cute."

Could it be that he looked at the window and saw that the cotton candy was inserted into the foam box, which looked like a bow, and the pink and blue were superimposed to form a heart.

It's cute.

Mo Fei walked towards the entrance of the cotton candy shop and said, "Then buy it."

Yang Hui said "ah" for a moment, then stood there in a daze.

But she didn't stand there for long, she straightened her clothes and followed.

There were not many people queuing in this store, and soon it was the two of them's turn.

"Sister, I want the blue heart," Yang Hui said to the clerk with a smile.

Yang Hui's smile is exactly the same as the one that the waiter hangs at the door of the store.

The proprietress is an aunt. She skillfully picked up a long bamboo stick, turned on the cotton candy machine, and took a spoonful of sugar.

Could it be that he didn't go up to look like Yang Hui did, he just stood aside, looking at the cotton candy in the window, that little rabbit-like cotton candy, he always felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The proprietress didn't stop her hands or mouth, she started chatting with Yang Hui: "Little girl, doesn't your boyfriend want cotton candy? One for each of us?"

Could it be that the body was taken aback by such a statement.

He immediately denied it: "Boss, you are wrong, we are not in this relationship."

As soon as Mo Fei finished speaking, he noticed that Yang Hui's smile froze.

But it doesn't matter if she smiles stiffly or not, it's just the truth.

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, looked at Could Fei and Yang Hui, and then said to Yang Hui apologetically, "Ah, I thought so, sorry, sorry..."

Yang Hui waved her hands and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay haha~"

Then she looked at the movements in the proprietress' hands and stopped talking.

The marshmallow in the proprietress' hand was getting bigger and bigger, she added another spoonful of pink sugar, and the machine started to produce silk.

The proprietress twirled her hand twice before continuing to say, "Little girl, I think you are pretty, do you have a date?"

"No." Then she thought for a moment and said meaningfully, "But there is someone who cares."

The proprietress looked up at Yang Hui, then at Mo Fei, and then let out a long oh.

"Young is good."

"No way, the proprietress also looks young..."

These two people were chatting there, and Mo Fei here felt a little bored, so he took out his mobile phone and took two photos of the proprietress making marshmallows.

The proprietress's craftsmanship is really good. She pressed the cotton candy with her gloved hand, and instantly the round cotton candy became a heart with a slit in it.

Because it is three layers, the proprietress added a spoonful of blue sugar.

The proprietress waited there for the saccharification gap, and continued to chat with Yang Hui: "It's a good thing if you like it... You see, my husband and I met in college. I liked him very much at the time, but he will graduate soon. , we were just friends, and then I went to work in other places, and I didn't expect to meet him again, and then we were together, now it's been decades."

Could it be that the hand holding the phone paused for a moment, the photos were a little blurry, he didn't expect the proprietress to start telling her love story.

This story is pretty epic.

"Wow!?" Yang Hui said enviously, "Isn't that great!?"

"Yes," the proprietress said, a little shy, "I liked him in college, but he proposed to me in the end."

"Wow~ If only I could be like you~" Yang Hui sighed enviously.

Could it be that he pretended not to hear and looked up to the sky.

He longed for a shooting star to fly by now, so that he could make a wish.

The first wish is to hope that Yang Hui will not take what the proprietress said to her heart, and the second wish is that Yang Hui will no longer like her.

Whichever comes true.

The proprietress continued to chat with Yang Hui in a pleasant manner: "So, you can't say anything about feelings, maybe one day that person will like you."

Yang Hui's eyes were shining, and she gave the proprietress a completely different smile from the beginning: "Well, yes, I hope."

Mo Fei sighed, and instead of looking at the photo he just took, he stuffed his phone into his pocket.

It seems that there are still no meteors during the day, Yang Hui not only likes herself, but also listens to this matter in her heart.

Mo Fei rubbed his temples, and when they were about to talk about how many children they would get married, he interrupted their conversation: "Boss, I want to buy a rabbit."

Rabbit marshmallows are relatively simple, that is, white granulated sugar is melted into a soft ball, and then two bamboo sticks are glued to form a thinner marshmallow. Once inserted, the ears are ready.

Could it be that he didn't eat the rabbit marshmallow, and followed Yang Hui with the drink in his hand.

Yang Hui started to eat after taking two photos. She has been in a good mood since just now, and even walked a few steps.

Mo Fei was a little surprised by her ability to adjust her mentality.

Before the two chapters arrived, her mentality had changed so many times, but she still hadn't collapsed, and she had adjusted so well.

Mo Fei looked at the marshmallow in his hand, took out his phone with difficulty from his pocket, and took a photo.

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