The Heartbeat at the tip of the tongue

Hand phone thief = Bald head

But still the person continued sitting on the back seat sat leisurely, that poker face didn’t even change.

“Do you have any more places to go?”

The tone Jiang Qian Fan had was not of doubt, but it was a statement.

With this question, Lin Ke Song felt a gaseous fire ball surge from her chest straight to her brain. Really feel like throwing the bike away and shoving him into a sack then trampling him into the crevices.

Ah, right, this chap is blind. Don’t even need a sack. A pity the ghost of his assistant took a picture if her ID.

I’m not angry.

I’m not angry.

I’m really not angry.

She even tolerated Song Yi Ran that brainless young master for 10 years, Jiang Qian Fan is only one blind man!

Other people are blind, if they want to be erratic, then be more erratic ba!

“Of course there is. This city is so huge, it’s not so easy to eat all the dishes!”

Lin Ke Song remembered that there was a place where the deep fried ginger slices were not bad, of course, she knew it would definitely not be good enough for Jiang Qian Fan’s tongue. But she agreed to be his tour guide to taste dishes for a day, as long as time allows them, she will do her best to bring him to all the places that he can eat.

It’s just that Lin Ke Song has already become like shrunken eggplants (discouraged, no energy), with her head bowed, with totally no sign of the ambition she had at the start.

The air suddenly had a pungent smell, unknowingly, she had already arrived at the entrance of her junior high school. At the corner of Lin Ke Song’s eye, there was a deep fried smelly tofu stall. She sudden thought of the scene when she ate smelly tofu in front of Song Yi Ran for the first time.

She herself was eating with relish, but that chap was holding his head with a gagging expression.

Lin Ke Song smirked, she was feeling cheeky again.

“Hey, I say, we’re here. Try the smelly tofu here!”

“The smelly tofu doesn’t seem to be the signature dish here.” Jiang Qian Fan’s eyebrows corrugated slightly.

Lin Ke Song thought in her heart, now there’ll be a show to watch. Grandaunt here will wait for you to vomit.

“This you don’t know, of the whole city’s high school, who doesn’t know this smelly tofu stand? Do you know how many students ride their bicycles here to buy smelly tofu after getting off class? It’s not I who said it, but your luck is simply too good. The student crowd has dispersed, there’s no need to queue, so good!”

“I’m not eating smelly tofu.” Jiang Qian Fan’s voice was icy cold, carrying a tone of command.

Lin Ke Song from the start had no intent to persuade him to eat smelly tofu.

To make someone sick, you don’t necessarily have to make the person consume the sickening food.

“That’s alright, I’ll bring you to eat deep fried ginger slices later. It wasn’t easy passing by my old junior high school, you let me satisfy my craving ah!”

“You are wasting my time. I paying you 1000USD a day for tour guide fees doesn’t include time used to wait for you to eat.”

Jiang Qian Fan’s voice sounded like it came from a robot, every word so precise it could rival a newscaster’s, especially that icy tone, was exceptionally asking for a beating.