High Society [Part I]

145 Germination

Leaving the venue of the lawn reception, Tan Zongming and Shen Dongzhi walked all the way to the deserted beach. Shen Dongzhi's heels were too high to go down. The two

sat Don't feel comfortable.

If it is outside, Tan Zongming has many places to take her to play, but this is an island, there is nothing to go to except hotels and beaches.

Shen Dongzhi propped his chin and looked at the sea, Tan Zongming fumbled in his trouser pocket again.

Hmm... no sugar this time.

He was going to a reception today, and there was food at the reception, so Lin Hong didn't prepare any sugar for him.

Seeing him fumbling in his trouser pocket for a long time, how could Shen Dongzhi know what he was going to do?

For some reason, the tight string in her heart suddenly loosened.

——Sugar is so good, sweet, and makes people feel happy.

She turned her head and stretched out her hand to push Tan Zongming, with a faint smile on her lips.

"I don't eat candy, I want popsicles."

Tan Zongming frowned, he turned his head and looked over there, there was a convenience store next to the nearest hotel, but... let him buy popsicles?

He hadn't been to a supermarket for at least ten years.

Seeing him hesitating, Shen Dongzhi wanted to laugh, she turned her head away from him, tapped her fingers rhythmically on her face, Tan Zongming immediately understood that the little girl was deliberately teasing him.

Shen Dongzhi looked back after a while, but Tan Zongming had disappeared.

Ah, did he really go?

Dazed for a second, Shen Dongzhi turned sideways and waved at Tan Zongming's back, with a very clear voice.

"Buy more!"

Tan Zongming paused, did not look back at her, but stretched out his hand to make an OK gesture, Shen Dongzhi felt that he must be smiling.

He didn't break his promise, he bought a whole bag of popsicles, there were all kinds of flavors and styles, Shen Dongzhi rummaged through it for a while, and chose the most basic milk flavor.

A trace of coolness slid down her throat with the ice water of milk, and Shen Dongzhi ate very comfortably. She even turned her head to ask Tan Zongming, with a very serious tone.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Tan Zongming shook his head.

All right, it's fine if he doesn't eat, she can finish it anyway.

When she ate the second strawberry popsicle, Tan Zongming couldn't bear it anymore. Has anyone told her not to eat stick-shaped things in this way in front of men?

And that slippery little tongue, don't stick it out and lick it all the time.

It's unbearable to lick.

After finishing the two popsicles, the cool feeling made Shen Dongzhi relax. She stretched comfortably, and when she turned her head, Tan Zongming's whole body was about to hug her, and his mouth

was almost close to her lips . .

She knows what he wants to do.

So she reached out and poked Tan Zongming's chest.