There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

It was already evening when I finally walked out of the movie theater intact.

My waist is still sore and my butt hurts too.

I hate movie theaters.

As soon as I got out of the cinema, I saw all kinds of stalls lined up on both sides of the bustling street.

When I smelled the delicious smell, my heart skipped a beat, and then I calmly said to the model: "Are you hungry, let's go, I'll take you to eat something."

The little girl has stated solemnly that the male protagonist needs to show that he is compromising for the other party.

So I frowned and took Mr. Model to the stinky tofu stand, trying to suppress my inner thoughts, and asked coldly: "Do you want to eat this?"

The stall owner looked up at me, as if a little angry.

I don't know why, but Mr. Model gave me a half-smile, and I was worried that he would see through my real intentions.

Fortunately, Mr. Model doesn't seem to be that keen, and he expressed his desire to eat very straightforwardly.

"Let's have a big portion, no spicy, no coriander." Mr. Model said to the boss.

I clearly saw the face of the boss in his 40s blushing slightly, and he quickly covered a bowl full.

The charm of Mr. Model is really omnipotent.

Holding a disposable bowl, I solemnly said to the model Mr., "Eat less, I won't like it if I get fat."

If I don't like it, then I won't keep him.

Mr. Model probably came to this conclusion, dutifully prepared to maintain a good figure, and didn't eat any more after taking two casual bites.

"It's a waste of money to buy so much if you don't eat it." I said to him, and then I started eating stinky tofu naturally.

The stinky tofu is really delicious and cheap!

Next, a similar scene happened in front of various stalls such as Malatang and Teppanyaki, and the model Mr. ate at most one or two bites.

I am very satisfied with the reservedness of Mr. Model, and I was hesitating whether to buy him a watch as a gift, when I saw a white chicken.

The doctor was actually wearing clothes this time, but he was wearing a white coat. I couldn't help but think of his thin and unattractive figure, um, and his motherly crying.

"President!" The doctor ran towards me with bright eyes. This is really a small and harmless dog.

"Why did you come here? Did you come to see me?" The doctor sniffed: "Don't worry, I haven't told anyone about us, and you don't have to be responsible, really. If you really If you can't make it through, just give me some money..."

The vulgar money fanatic doctor is talking to himself again.

"Oh, President, do you also like Malatang?"

"I don't like it." I replied coldly.

The doctor looked at me eagerly and began to laugh: "But this one doesn't taste good, I know one that tastes better, it's really great..."

I was about to ask where it was when the model Mr. who went to buy milk tea came back.

The scenes of the three people seem familiar, as does Mr. Model's stressful aura.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Take a closer look, you are not that..." The doctor immediately covered his mouth, looked around a few times, and asked in a low voice, "Are you a model?"

Mr. Model didn't speak, and handed me the hot milk tea.

I look at Mr. Model, look at the doctor, and drink my milk tea.

"Are you really Li Shaonian!!! I'm your fan! I like you so much! Can you give me an autograph? Shake hands, please? Can I take pictures?" The doctor was so excited that he could run around the earth .

The model Mr. who is usually very gentle with his fans narrowed his eyes and said mercilessly, "None of them are allowed."

The doctor asked, "Why?"

"Because I don't like you." Mr. Model left a sentence and dragged me away.

"What! You are so handsome with squinting eyes!" The doctor yelled wildly behind him, "It doesn't matter if you don't like me! I like you! I will always like you!!"

The people passing by looked at us in surprise.

Mr. Model helped me pull up the scarf to cover my face, and then pulled up his own scarf.

"What do you want to say?" Mr. Model asked me in a very sexy, gentle and murderous voice.

I thought about it, and said honestly, "I also think you look handsome with squinting eyes."

And so it seemed that I had just happened to step on the door and didn't conjure the grim Mr. Model that night.

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