Author: An Yizhizhu

“Gululu…”

This is a bad belly!

Jiang Yin lowered her head in shame and embarrassment.

She glanced at the cake on Xiao Yan's table, saliva flowing, almost looking at it.

"Teacher Xiao~ I'm hungry~"

"Hungry?"

Jiang Yin nodded, still staring at the cake.

She looks pitiful and heartbreaking.

"If you are hungry, go buy food yourself."

He is really cruel and really penetrates indifference to the end.

Xiao Yan picked up the spoon and dug a bite of the cake. It was still soft and sweet, and very delicious as before.

He is in the same mood now, very good.

Jiang Yin sat opposite Xiao Yan and then said, "Teacher Xiao, I was wrong, please forgive me."

Xiao Yan's eyes were cold and her whole face was cold.

He drank all the lattes and said, "I'll leave first, you can do it yourself."

"Teacher Xiao! Don't leave!"

Jiang Yin chased after him and grabbed his hand, "Teacher Xiao, I really know I was wrong."

"Why are you so thick-skinned?"

Jiang Yin felt that this was too familiar, as if she had said it once.

Xiao Yan took her paw away and then said, "We have broken up, please stop pestering me."

Jiang Yin looked at Xiao Yan with grievance, his eyes were wet and his mouth was tightly pursed.

Her main theme is to act coquettishly.

But Xiao Yan's ruthlessness and indifference slapped her in the face.

He broke free and then went out of the coffee shop.

Jiang Yin followed quickly, but Xiao Yan walked too fast, so it was difficult for her to catch up.

"Teacher Xiao, please slow down..."

Xiao Yan pretended that he didn't hear it, and his pace accelerated, throwing Jiang Yin far away.

Jiang Yin followed step by step, muttering, "Teacher Xiao, my first time in France, can you take me for a walk?"

Xiao Yan, who was walking in front of her, seemed to have not heard it, and walked forward without looking back.

He kept walking, and finally stopped in front of a shop selling small cakes.

Jiang Yin followed Xiao Yan all the way. Because Xiao Yan's legs were long and fast, she had to trot and walk quickly in order to catch up with him.

After he spoke French to the boss, the boss packed him a small butter cake.

Jiang Yin finally caught up with Xiao Yan, but found that he was buying small butter cakes and milk.

Xiao Yan sat down at the door of the store, then placed the cake and milk tea on the table.

He looked at Jiang Yin sideways, with a smile hidden at the corner of his mouth, "Is it okay to just walk this way?"

"You can't do it, I can do it very well!"

Jiang Yin pulled open the chair, sat next to Xiao Yan, and complained, "Why are the streets in France so long?"

Xiao Yan pursed her lips and smiled, but her smile flew away, so fast that it was not easy to detect.

Jiang Yin looked at the cream cake and milk on the table and showed a sweet and cute smile, "I knew, why did Teacher Xiao bear to starve me?"

She reached out to get the cream cake, but Xiao Yan held his hand and said, "What's the point for you? I made an appointment with a friend here. I bought it for my friend."

"Okay, I'll buy one myself."

Jiang Yin pouted, as if sulking.

Jiang Yin got up and planned to buy another one, but she suddenly forgot how to say the cream cake in French.

She pointed to the menu and stuttered, "This, and this." (French)

Finally, she said to the boss, "how much?"

Xiao Yan smiled more comfortably now, and even his eyebrows were filled with smiles.

What should I do if my girlfriend is mixed with English and French?

Jiang Yin finally added a little French in English and successfully ordered what he wanted.

But the trouble is that she has no money and forgot to bring her wallet when she goes out.

The boss put his hips on his hips and looked at her lazily.

He whispered and said a bunch of strange things. Jiang Yin didn't understand it very much, so he heard about payment and food.

Xiao Yan raised his lips and smiled. He looked at Jiang Yin helplessly, and finally compromised and helped her.

He said to the boss, "She is my lover, just keep it in my account."

This boss has known him for many years.

The boss nodded and helped Jiang Yin pack the cream cake.

Jiang Yin turned around and looked at Xiao Yan, wondering, "What did you say to him?"

"you guess."

He deliberately beat the hoarse fan, just not telling her.

After a while, an acquaintance came.

It turned out that the person Xiao Yan was waiting for was Spencer.

Jiang Yin sat at the same table with them, and she listened to them communicating in French while eating cakes.

She seemed to understand, but she didn't.

Why are the words foreigners say so much different from those in the recorder?

Why do you usually understand a rough idea when listening to recordings, but when you practice, you feel deaf in both ears?

This is so strange!

After chatting for a while, Xiao Yan got up, and Jiang Yin got up.

Spencer smiled and said, "Would you like to have a drink together tonight? I'll treat you."

Xiao Yan nodded and said that he would definitely be there.

"Where are you, Miss Jiang Yin."

When Jiang Yin saw Xiao Yan go, she must go too. Can't she stick to him all the time?

Spencer said, "OK, see you tonight."

After arguing the time, Spencer left.

Xiao Yan raised his legs and was about to leave, but Jiang Yin hurriedly followed.

She followed him all the way until Xiao Yan returned to the apartment.

Xiao Yan stood at the door of the apartment, looking at her, her eyebrows and eyes became a little more alienated, "When will you follow?"

"Follow until you forgive me."

"Okay, I forgive you, you can go back."

Jiang Yin looked at him with grievance, "You are so perfunctory."

"Is that true, I don't think so."

"Teacher Xiao, my stomach hurts..."

Xiao Yan saw through her little thoughts at first sight, and a beautiful curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the smile flew in an instant.

"Stop acting."

"I didn't act, my aunt is here."

"Don't your aunt come next week?"

“Before it.”

Jiang Yin’s main focus is acting and nonsense.

No matter how many years she was, she wanted to rely on Xiao Yan and follow him closely until she got his forgiveness.
To be continued...