Yu, who was ridiculed as a baby who operated the eight characters, was dissatisfied and prepared to solo with Jiang on the spot.

Yu Yan jumped around Jiang Yujing to provoke. The man was too lazy to pay attention to her. He sneered and pressed the woman's head with a big palm and walked forward steadily.

He was very strong, Yu Yan was not short, but he couldn't jump up at all after he grabbed it. For the first time, he had doubts about his height and size.

Yu Yan raised his head with great force under the control of his big hand: "You just don't dare."

"Oh, I dare not."

"You are afraid of being defeated by me, after all, I am a talented AD."

"I'm afraid of death."

Yu Yan crawled out from under his hands and jumped forward for two steps, then turned around and walked backward: "Brother Jing, you really disappointed me like this. You who I know shouldn't be like this."

Jiang Yujing was unmoved: "Is that so, I feel relieved if I can disappoint you."

Yu Yan: "…"

There was no competition the next day. When a group of people were about to go back to the hotel, they found it was still early, so they slapped their thighs and felt that they had come to Nanjing. They simply decided to go to Confucius Temple for a walk and wait until the day after tomorrow to get a De Cup back, which is worth the trip.

It was 8:30 in the evening, and the night was low, and the heat and sunlight during the day were pulled down from the horizon inch by inch. The hotel they booked was very good, and it was a 20-minute drive to Confucius Temple.

After getting off the car, I walked forward for a while, and the night market with dim red lanterns hung, there were still crowds of people even if it wasn't a day off.

Xiao Pao looked at the shops on the entire street and the heads that were crowded in front of him, and said twice, "As a somewhat famous otaku, I'm very nervous about so many people. What if my fans recognize me?"

The fat man comforted him: "I thought so when I first played professionally. Until later, Brother Jing came to MAK, I found that there was no chance for anyone to appear on the same team as him, don't worry."

Xiao Pao was still worried: "That's you, I'm different, I look good."

The fat man glared at him with an injury for five seconds. After thinking about it, he seemed to be the same, so he didn't care anymore. He ran in with his stomach trembling and shouted that he wanted to worship Confucius as a student master.

Even though he never touched paper and pen again after he started working.

Yu Yan was watching the two fools swaying from behind, as excited as if they were playing for the first time, and was a little surprised: "Are the teenagers who have been admitted to the Internet have an introverted personality and have a crowd phobia?"

Jiang Yujing stood behind her side, and only snorted in an unknown way, without answering. Several people followed Xiao Pao and Fatty, and then there was a large store inside, full of snack shops, duck blood vermicelli soup, fried tofu, crab roe soup buns, plum blossom cakes, etc., with a lot of colorful things.

Yu Yan came to Nanjing for the first time. Although there are similar Chenghuang Temples in Shanghai, he is not tired of visiting this kind of snack night market.

She rolled up her sleeves and went in to fight with Xiao Cannon. She bought a lot of things in a mess. After a while, she came out and gave them all the things in her hand.

Finally, he walked to Jiang Yujing and Yu Yan handed him a cup of fried yogurt.

White yogurt is rolled into rolls in paper cups with raisins, mango jam and nuts sprinkled in the middle, and a small plastic fork with emerald green on it.

Jiang Yujing lowered his eyes and did not answer immediately: "What's this?"

"Fried yogurt." She held the paper cup in front of him and shook, "It's super delicious."

The man looked around carefully and looked at the same white yogurt roll in her hand, except that it was covered with strawberry jam.

He looked at the one in front of him again, frowned and asked, "Why is mine from Mango?"

Yu Yan originally thought that the young master had become a ill person and was about to say that you don’t want these two copies to be mine, but he didn’t expect that what he asked about was this and was stunned for a moment.

Then she remembered the box of strawberry milk in this person at the base, and realized that this person liked strawberries.

Strawberry milk is not a coincidence. He really likes strawberries.

Are you cute in contrast? Big brother?

But the problem is that compared to mango, Yu Yan also likes strawberries.

Normally, she would definitely refuse and give him a blow, but this guy just won the game.

Yu Yan can't speak.

After a complicated and painful struggle in her heart, she finally made up her mind and raised her head.

The strawberry yogurt in my hand was frying, little by little, and handed it forward.

Then he looked at Jiang Yujing's familiar, slender and beautiful hand that reached out—

Take the mango-flavored cup.

...

Eh?

Yu Yan raised his head.

On the ancient streets of Confucius Temple, men stood with their heads down, and their black hair was stained with soft outlines on summer nights by lights.

The long eyelashes droop, covering the lower eyelids and making shadows.

The bridge of the nose is very high, and a small bone is slightly raised in the middle.

Noting the quietness of the person in front of him, Jiang Yujing raised his eyes and said, "Why are you stunned? You're leaving."

Yu Yan came to his senses and looked back. Seeing Xiao Pao and the others waiting for them not far away, he quickly turned around and walked forward.

After walking for a while, he suddenly said, "Brother Jing."

"Um."

"I suddenly realized that you look a little pretty."

“…”

Jiang Yujing raised his eyebrows as if he was smiling: "You discovered it so early, and your eyes are quite sharp."

Yu Yan dug a spoonful of fried yogurt into his mouth as he walked, holding a fork in his mouth: "When you go on stage to play the game, will the girls below not only look at your face when you watch the game?"

"No." Jiang Yujing said lightly, "I played better than my face."

“…”

You really don't know how to write humility.

She bit her fork in her mouth and was silently complaining when she heard the man beside her tsk.

Yu Yan raised his head and was about to ask what was wrong with this young master. Jiang Yujing had already raised one of his empty hands and pinched the end of the plastic fork in her mouth and pulled it out.

This fork has a disposable and cheap product with thin plastic on the edges. She held it tightly and was not prepared for her. When he suddenly pulled it, the sharp plastic sheet on the edge quickly slashed across the tender flesh on the tip of her tongue, and a stinging pain.

Yu Yan covered his mouth with a whistle, and the fried yogurt in his hand fell to the ground.

She didn't care, she felt tears of pain on her tongue coming out, and she raised her head with tears in her eyes, covering her mouth and unable to speak.

Jiang Yujing was stunned by her appearance.

Yu Yan blinked his eyes, and a big tears fell down, covering his mouth and whimpered for a long time.

“…”

Jiang Yujing: "...you talk."

"My tongue is broken! You bastard, why are you doing suddenly twitching my fork?"

The woman's expression was miserable, and there was still water in her eyes, looking at him sadly and angrily.

Jiang Yujing looked at the plastic fork in his hand and realized it.

He turned around and stood face to face with her, stepped forward two steps, lowered his head: "Let me see."

Yu Yan just stared at him wet and didn't move.

Jiang Yujing pursed her lips.

After a long time, she slowly put down her hands, which were tightly covered.

The tip of the tongue stretches out a little, it is pink and soft, like a shy petal, soft and soft, and a little bit crystal clear.

There was a very shallow hole on it, and blood was leaking out at this time. A trace of scarlet blood mixed with saliva spread on the tip of her tongue, bright red and bright water in front of him.

His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and his eyes moved up and looked at her.

The woman looked at him very fiercely, but she was full of tears, and she looked like she had no deterrence.

Somewhere in my heart suddenly fell softly. I didn't know why it suddenly collapsed softly, and I couldn't help but harsh her: "Who made you so tightly?"

Yu Yan wanted to hit him, but he couldn't speak clearly: "You blamed me? Who knew you suddenly sucked my fork!"

Jiang Yujing frowned: "There are so many people here, you just walk with a fork in your mouth. Is it dangerous to hit someone?"

"Then tell me, it hurts so much, okay..." She put her voice in her mouth, pitiful, and with a crying voice, "It's still bleeding, I feel the blood is about to stop it. I'm going to die of too much blood. Woo woo Jiang Yujing, you bastard..."

“…”

At this time, Xiao Pao and the others had long since run away, and they were the only two of them left.

Next to them was the Qinhuai River. The lights and shadows on the river were swaying on the wooden boats and oars. The woman squatted beside Wende Bridge, looking like she was seriously injured and had not been killed for a long time.

Although she was just scratched by a plastic fork.

However, Jiang Yujing couldn't say anything when she was looking at her dark eyes with tears in her eyes. After a long time, she sighed and said, "Go to the hospital."

Yu Yan was stunned and didn't care about the pain in his tongue. He immediately held back all the tears: "What?"

The man looked at her calmly: "I'll take you to the hospital and ask the doctor to apply some iodine on your tongue to disinfect it and stop bleeding."
Chapter completed!