Zhan Le took Zhan Keke to the fruit shop. Zhan Keke said he wanted to go to the fruit shop and she wanted to buy fruit.

"The apples are very sweet and delicious. You have to pick red apples for Uncle Han."

Zhan Keke said in his mouth, holding apples one by one, very serious and serious.

Zhan Le thought Zhan Keke came to the fruit shop because he wanted to eat fruits, but he didn't expect it was because Han Zaixing.

She looked at her chubby little face, with a soft face and a smile on her face.

This child was taught very well.

"Miss Fourth, what fruits does Uncle Han like to eat?"

Suddenly, Zhan Keke asked Zhan Wenshu.

Zhan Wenshu bent over and said, "Uncle Han likes to eat oranges."

"Orange?

Coco likes it too!”

"Haha, let's buy a little more."

"good!"

After Zhan Keke picked apples and oranges, Zhan Le picked them with her.

At this time, a sports car stopped outside the fruit shop with a sniff.

Such a loud voice suddenly made everyone around him see it.

But Zhan Le didn't care, and Zhan Keke didn't.

She is now very focused on picking fruits, and she is very serious about it.

The driver's seat door opened and Zhao Qiwei got off.

As soon as he appeared, the breath around him was different.

His mouth was grim, he looked at the movements around him, then took off his sunglasses and walked towards Zhanle and Zhan Keke.

The waiter at the fruit shop saw Zhao Qiwei and hurried forward, "Sir, what fruit do you need?"

Zhao Qiwei looked at Zhan Le and Zhan Keke and said, "What fruit is suitable for treating patients?"

"It turns out that it's a patient to see the fruit basket, so why don't you take a look?"

Zhao Qiwei raised his finger and signaled the waiter to bring it.

And he stood there, still moving, and his eyes fell on Zhan Le and Zhan Keke.

To be precise, it was Zhan Keke.

"Sir, look at this."

The waiter came over with the fruit basket. Zhao Qiwei didn't even look at it and said, "Get ten baskets."

"ah?"

The waiter thought he had heard it wrong.

Zhao Qiwei finally looked at her, and said word by word, "Ten, basket."

"Oh, OK, I'll give you a bag now, you can wait."

The waiter hurriedly asked someone to help, and Zhan Le also heard Zhao Qiwei's words.

She didn't look at Zhao Qiwei, but her brows frowned.

When you see a patient, one fruit basket is enough. If you take ten, you are afraid that it is not about seeing the patient, but about finding faults.

"Coco, OK, that's enough."

Zhan Le saw that the oranges in the bag were similar and said to Zhan Keke.

"Is it enough?"

Zhan Keke looked in the bag and counted, "One, Two..." Zhan Le saw that she counted seriously and couldn't help laughing, "It's okay, Uncle Han can't eat much, that's enough."

As he said that, he held her hand and wanted to weigh and pay.

At this time, a voice fell into my ears, "I said it looks familiar no matter how I look at it. It turned out to be Aunt Le."

Zhan Le frowned when he heard the sound, turned around to look at the person standing in front of him.

When she saw this, she was shocked, "You..." Zhao Qiwei smiled brightly, walked over, and shouted very politely, "Aunt Le, do you still remember me?"

I am Zhao Qiwei."

Zhan Le's heart was beating, and looking at the person who seemed polite but had evil eyes, she held Zhan Keke's hand tightly.

Zhao Qiwei, why didn’t she know her! Zhan Le suppressed the emotions that were about to come out of her heart and said, “So it was Qiwei.”

"Yes, I heard that Han Zaixing was sick, so I wanted to go and see him. I didn't expect to meet Aunt Le here. It was a coincidence."

As he said that, his eyes turned around and fell to Zhan Le, who was looking at him curiously, squatted down and said, "Little boy, you..." Before he could finish his words, Zhan Le blocked Zhan Keke and blocked Zhao Qiwei's vision.

The smile on Zhao Qiwei's face frozen.

But soon, in just a moment, he lowered his head and laughed.

"Aunt Le is like this, so I don't know what to do."

Zhao Qiwei stood up and looked at Zhan Le. The smile on his face was gone, so unrestrained and so sinister.

Zhan Le's movement just now was subconscious, and she didn't expect that she would do this.

But now, looking at Zhao Qiwei's expression, she said directly: "Coco is terrible."

"cocoa?"

Zhao Qiwei hissed, raised his head, and said in a memory, "Is this Mi Ning's daughter?"
Chapter completed!