"Are you investigating me?" Shu Cheng secretly speculated on the man's look.

  The man looked indifferent and could not see any mood swings, "Yeah."

  Shu Cheng smiled and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then what did you investigate?"

  The man looked at her with obsidian eyes, pursed his lips, and walked forward with one hand in his trouser pocket.

  Shu Cheng frowned slightly and rubbed his short hair, so did he find out that she is a girl?

  Rong Junyi's lips turned back to someone with a slight arc.

   Shu Cheng's dark eyes flickered, and he straightened his waist instantly, what if he knew it? She's all her daughter-in-law, can she still run away?

  Shu Cheng put his hands in his pockets, walked away from his long legs and walked in the direction of Rong Junyi, the corners of the red lips under the black mask evoked a wicked smile.

   "Should we go to eat hot pot like this?" The young boy's lazy voice with a heartless smile, and the things he was still struggling with just now seemed to have never happened.

   "Hmm." The man nodded.

  The boy raised his eyebrows: "What should I do if I meet passionate fans?"

  The man glanced at her, his thin lips lightly opened: "I remember you ran very fast."

   Shu Cheng: "..." So she is going to run away?

  Will she do something like this? Certainly not.

  ……

  Shu Cheng put on a thick square black-framed glasses, restrained his momentum, and everyone walked into the hot pot restaurant.

  At this time, it was the meal. There were a lot of people eating hot pot. Shu Cheng and Rong Junyi found an empty seat at random.

  Shu Cheng wears thick black-rimmed glasses and a mask, and he is simply dressed, but no one notices him.

  But Rong Junyi was different. He just stood there and was out of tune with the atmosphere of this hot pot restaurant, and many people looked at him.

   "That handsome guy in black clothes is so tall and handsome!"

   "Where?"

   "What kind of mask does the guy next to that handsome guy wear when he eats hot pot!"

   "Not very handsome, I thought that handsome friends are handsome guys!"

  The young man with excellent ears heard this and couldn't help rolling his eyes. Wearing such a mask, you can still judge that the appearance is pretty good!

  "Sit down, two, what do you want?" The waiter is a Sichuanese, and he still has a strong Sichuan accent when he speaks Mandarin.

  Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Rong Junyi. Rong Junyi handed the menu that the waiter brother handed him to Shu Cheng.

   "I haven't eaten it." Rong Junyi said plainly.

  The waiter was a little shocked, and he couldn’t help saying more: “If you live a lifetime, how can you not eat hot pot?”

  Shu Cheng listened to the waiter’s little brother with a hint of Jiangcheng accent, Trump couldn’t help laughing, took off the mask, and directly ordered the order in Sichuan dialect.

  After hearing the first sentence from Shu Cheng, the waiter’s eyes burst into tears, and he said a Sichuan dialect, "Family."

  "Do you want a drink? It's rare to see a fellow in Jiangcheng, and I will pay for the drink!"

   "My fellow, what's so embarrassing about this? (How is this so embarrassing?

  Rong Junyi's obsidian eyes looked at Shu Cheng, listening to the two people, one by one fellow, silently. The child was obviously from Jiangcheng and had never been to Sichuan.

  Shu Cheng looked at such an enthusiastic waiter and glanced at the table, "My fellow, some more sanitary napkins."