Fishing beauties play with fire online

Chapter 41

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The small takeaway who usually doesn't have many smiling faces has a bright smile on his face.

Luo Qing turned her head and saw behind him a takeaway in black.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "When you went out just now, I saw a strong light outside the lattice window, and then..."

Obviously Luo Qing was still talking, suddenly the corner of the little takeaway in front of him grinned, and he walked towards him quickly, the toe of his shoes touched him, and his face was about to be glued.

Luo Qing leaned back and failed to say the second part of the sentence "Then Master Mao was also sucked out suddenly."

"Luo Qing, we are planning to eat." The takeaway came over and looked at the two bowls of rice soup.

A spoon was placed in a bowl and it was moved.

As for the other bowl, the spoon was placed next to it and had not been touched.

The little takeaway in black walked straight over and sat in front of the rice soup that hadn't touched a spoon.

"Luo Qing, why don't you sit down?" The takeaway, who usually doesn't smile much, had a bright smile on his face.

Luo Qing: Because you took my seat.

Luo Qing thought to herself, is this intentional?You forget you just took a few bites before going out.Change seats when you come back?

Luo Qing didn't speak, walked over, pulled away the chair that Ling Yufeng was sitting opposite him just now, and sat down.

The takeaway picked up the spoon, took two sips of rice soup, and drank two sips, "It's summer, how can you drink such hot porridge."

Just complained, the little takeaway raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkled, and the subject changed, "Well, it's delicious. Everything this old Mao makes is good. Don't sit still, Luo Qing, you should try it too."

Huh——While blowing, spoonful after spoonful, the little takeaway took a few sips in a row, watching tiny beads of sweat condense on his forehead.He licked the rice soup outside the corner of his mouth, "No wonder I want to drink this..." The rest of the sentence seemed to have a lot of meaning.

The little takeaway, who always had a calm expression, seemed to be sublimated all of a sudden, especially the movement of licking the corners of his mouth, which made Luo Qing always feel that his abstinent and cold image was cracked.

Luo Qing didn't move the spoon, but kept looking at him: Not only did he lose his memory, but he also became smart? ?

"Is this because the air conditioner is broken? It's really hot." As he spoke, the little takeaway across the street pulled towards his neckline, but he didn't pull it away.He heyed Luo Qing twice again in an unclear manner, and raised his hand to unbutton the collar.

Immediately, a few buttons in a row, the chest was opened all the way to the position where ordinary men's shirts were unbuttoned by two buttons.

"It can't be helped, the delivery staff, you have to wear this uniform even in summer." The delivery delivery man on the opposite side rolled up his sleeves while talking, revealing his strong and powerful forearms.

"Luo Qing, don't you like this clear soup with little water? Really, why did Lao Mao only get this stuff."

Luo Qing looked at the takeaway on the opposite side. The takeaway, who had always pressed the brim of his peaked cap, went out for a while and came back, not to talk too much, but to act obscenely.

"Old Mao, bring a drawer of buns. I want hot buns just out of the pan." The little takeaway shouted towards the stairs.

old hair? ?Luo Qing was startled, her face expressionless.

"Okay. King Ling, come right away!"

Luo Qing looked back at the stairs, although no one came up, the voice from downstairs was indeed Master Mao's voice just now, except that it was a little louder.

"Luo Qing, why don't you eat. How about I feed you?" The little takeaway opposite said that he was about to start, as if he was an old married couple.

"I'll do it myself." Luo Qing glanced at him coldly, picked up the spoon in the porridge bowl, and stirred it a few times.

Just 5 minutes ago, he was sitting opposite, watching Ling Yufeng take a few sips of soup with the spoon he was holding now.

He stirred the spoon a few more times.

"Luo Qing, it'll get cold after a few minutes, and it won't taste good. Don't you like hot drinks? How about I help you—"

Before the little takeaway on the opposite side could say how he wanted to help, Luo Qing had already lifted up a spoon and filled it with half a spoonful of porridge, sticking it to his lips.

He lowered his eyelashes, looking seriously at the rice soup without a grain of rice in the spoon.

It's too bland.His reflection was reflected in the rice soup, and he was a little cautious at this moment.

I remembered that Master Mao told him just now that every time Luoshen came to the store, he only drank rice soup, which was not considered porridge at all.

But this rice soup that can reflect the reflection was actually made by the demon king secretly consuming the demon liver with real fire.

He couldn't think of any reason for the self who was called Luoshen to knock down the soup bowl...at least he didn't have any memory now.

Luo Qing blew on the rice soup lightly again, a small ripple appeared on the spoon, and his own reflection shattered.

I have been struggling with the thought that this is the reflection of the spoon Ling Yufeng used, which was broken.

Luo Qing's Adam's apple twitched, and he put half of the white spoon in his mouth, and the rice soup tasted faintly fragrant.He swallowed.

Just as I was about to scoop up a second spoonful, footsteps sounded behind me.

"Old Mao, you are too slow." The facial features of the small takeaway on the opposite side were entangled, complaining.

"King Ling, here we come." As he said that, Lao Mao smiled and raised his hand to open the lid of the cage drawer. Sure enough, the two small and cute buns were steaming like they were in a sauna. "Ling Wang, you and Luoshen eat slowly, and I will clean up the attic for you in a while. After you finish eating, go up and rest."

Master Mao also lost his memory?Or maybe another person?

Just now I called him Luo Qing, but now I suddenly changed to call him "Luo Shen".

"Tiantianliang, I have an exam tomorrow, and I have to go back early. I don't need to rest." Luo Qing only spoke to the takeaway, and didn't specifically strike up a conversation with Lao Mao, after all, he was a stranger whom he had just met.

Strangers inevitably have several faces.

"Old Mao, go make a pot of hot tea again." The takeaway kept complaining about the heat, and kept asking for hot food and drinks.

Luo Qing said lightly, "Wait. Could you please give me a cup of iced milk tea? It's hot, I like it cold."

The little takeaway on the opposite side raised one hand, touched his lower lip with his thumb, kept his eyes on Luo Qing, didn't look at Lao Mao, but still nodded in agreement.

Luo Qing lowered her head, avoiding the calculating and eager gaze of the other side like a fox at this time, in the impression that Ling Yufeng's gaze was sharp but straightforward, never looked at him like this before.

It turns out that the same face and one look can completely change a person's senses.

Luo Qing continued to take a sip of the rice soup, while searching for the warmth left on the spoon, he thought about the person sitting across from him.

The same voice, if it is exactly the same face, could it be that the takeaway was bewitched?Or maybe, a replacement?

He showed no expression. After finishing the second spoonful of rice soup, he gently put the spoon back into the bowl.

"Luo Qing, let's have a steamed bun. Here it is while it's hot!" The small takeaway opposite has already picked up a steamed stuffed bun with his big hand, and is about to stuff it to Luo Qing.

"I don't feel well, so I don't want to eat." Luo Qing tried to refuse.

"How can this work! People are like iron and rice is steel. With an ordinary body like yours, how can you have strength if you don't eat. You can't spoil yourself. Come, let me feed you."

Hearing this tone, Luo Qing looked more like an old lady than an old couple.

"Ling Yufeng, didn't you say so. I can do anything, as long as I am happy, I can do whatever I want." Luo Qing took the bun and put it on the table without even looking at it.

"That's right, that's what I said." The takeaway on the opposite side patted his forehead.

The corner of Luo Qing's mouth curled up, and he had an idea, "You are really forgetful, and you still said, we have to go home early after dinner."

"Go home early..." This time the takeaway across the street repeated Luo Qing's words, and paused, "That's right. We stayed out for the night, so we have to go back early."

Luo Qing's slender fingers stirred the spoon, her eyelashes drooped slightly, but she didn't miss every little change in the expression of the takeaway food delivery person opposite: turned into Ling Yufeng, who is he?

"Luo Qing, it's okay to go home. By the way, do you remember how you were sweating last time?" The delivery man across from him put his elbows on the table and poked his face forward. .

Can you forget all this? !Luo Qing was startled, then smiled with the corners of her mouth pursed.

The question was so straightforward that I didn't even bother to lay the groundwork. As expected, I also came to ask him for Luoshen Khan.

Luo Qing pretended to be surprised, and said in a waxy voice, "You can forget this? Or you told me, this is a big secret, don't let me tell anyone."

The little takeaway rubbed his hands together, raised his buttocks and stopped sitting still, and moved his face closer to Luo Qing's, seeing that his face was about to fall into the porridge bowl.

"That's right, you can't tell others. But, Luo Qing, I'm not someone else. I'm your heart, your King Ling."

Such a sentence came out of the tough and handsome face of the takeaway from Xiaomao, Luo Qing pressed the position of his appetite, and suppressed the acid in his stomach, he didn't dare to look at this face anymore.

However, seeing the small takeaway across the street furrowing his eyebrows exaggeratedly, the two clusters of dark sword eyebrows were about to be condensed into two caterpillars by him.

Luo Qing raised her eyes, and took the initiative to meet the eyebrows of the takeaway.

"Luo Qing, do you know? I just like it when you look at me like this. Do you see if you are the only one in my eyes?" The little takeaway's voice wasn't unpleasant at first, but it was still said in such a thin fake voice. It really gives me chills.

Luo Qing: I see oily eyes floating in your eyes, only greasy.

But he still carefully looked at the sword eyebrow above the pair of dark gray eyes.

This time, he could see clearly, the light scar on the heart of his right sister was gone.

The little takeaway in front of me is not Ling Yufeng!

Although it is certain that this person is not Ling Yufeng, not the demon king.

However, where did Ling Yufeng go?

Where did Master Mao go just now?

If these two monsters are no match for him, then what should he do as an ordinary person.

Luo Qing quickly flashed through the scene after entering the steamed stuffed bun shop in his mind, and now he still doesn't know what the person in front of him is capable of.

But at least, Ling Yufeng's sudden disappearance should have something to do with this person. As for whether he is a person, Luo Qing no longer cares.

If he palmed down and his frost-condensing power failed to freeze this person, then Luo Qing would no longer have the chance to strike.

Taking a step back, even if he was frozen all of a sudden, what to do with this ice sculpture, and whether the real Ling Yufeng can come back, seems to need to be thought through.

However, there is not much time left for Luo Qing.

"Luo Qing, why don't you talk? What are you thinking?" The little takeaway on the opposite side began to urge him.

"I was thinking, did I sweat last time? Are you sure?" Luo Qing pretended, after all, it was just a small drop of sweat last time, no one should have seen it except Ling Yufeng.

"Of course I'm sure! I can smell your sweat from a distance, so there's nothing wrong with it." The takeaway didn't hide his words, and his eyes became dark.

Luo Qing: Can you smell it from a distance?

Luo Qing pretended to respond: "Oh, then I remembered. Actually, it's not about me, it's about you. Have you forgotten?"

"Luo Qing, maybe you forgot. Not only do I have a bad memory, but I also have a bad temper. You're an ordinary person now, so it's best not to play tricks on me here."

The little takeaway stretched out his hand, and was about to touch Luo Qing's chin, but Luo Qing knocked down his extended hand with a wave of his hand, and dodged it.

"No matter how bad your memory is, you should remember what you said." Luo Qing remained calm.

Little takeaway: "Okay, what did I say?"

"You said, so it's not difficult to get Luoshen Khan, just start a real fire." Luo Qing replied frankly.

"Real fire? Can it only be real fire?" The big hand stretched out and retracted, stroked his chin, as if talking to himself, thoughtfully.

"Luo Qing, why do I remember, we did other things too." The takeaway narrowed his eyes, usually a pair of handsome eyes, but now only a lewd smirk and a wretched look.

"Oh." Luo Qing picked up the spoon again, because he suddenly found the rice soup in front of him, the noodles of the soup were slightly fluctuating.

He naturally held the spoon, looked down at the bowl of rice soup, tilted his head slightly as if he was really thinking, "Then let me think about it."

He held his head with one hand, nodded thoughtfully, and lightly touched the surface of the rice soup with one hand, quietly watching the changes in the soup bowl.

What was reflected in the soup bowl at this moment was not his reflection, but Ling Yufeng, that Ling Yufeng who was dressed in black with buttons up to his neck.

Ling Yufeng, who was reflected in the soup bowl, opened his mouth, mouthing, repeating a few words over and over again.

Luo Qing, who was pursing the corners of his lips, suddenly let go of his lips, he understood, and smiled slightly towards the reflection in the bowl.

"Luo Qing, what are you laughing at? You can't remember, let me tell you, we kissed, after the kiss, you sweated. Didn't you?" The person opposite asked him slyly.

"It's so embarrassing to say such a thing. I don't want to do this kind of thing with you in a steamed stuffed bun shop. Ling Yufeng, you are a majestic demon king, and you definitely don't want to." Luo Qing touched her lightly. Touching his cheek, he pretended to dislike him ashamedly.

"Then where do you want to go?" the little takeaway asked step by step.

"Of course go home. Didn't you say it a long time ago? Let's go home together today." Luo Qing took it for granted.

Luo Qing remembered clearly that the friend's house that Ling Yufeng took him to was on this bustling street.

And the way to the single building must pass through a park.

There is an artificial pool in the park.

In the soup bowl, Ling Yufeng told him three words repeatedly: "Go into the water".