Little Sea Otter Became Popular

Chapter 95

"Why are you here?"

Seeing Chengsu's smile on Qiao Mei's face, she ran down the steps in two steps. When she got to the car, she found that Chengsu was holding a silver thermos in his hand. Chengsu was

nearly 1.9 meters tall and slender. Even if he was wearing a heavy windbreaker, he would look like a male star in a pictorial when standing by the car. But now he was holding a thermos in his hand, which was out of place, especially with his bad temper, which made people laugh.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you're hungry?"

Chengsu raised his eyebrows, immediately pulled the cart and pushed Qiao Mei in, then sat in the back seat and closed the car tightly with a bang.

Unlike the cold outdoors, the car was heated. Qiao Mei felt warm as soon as she sat in. Her frozen fingers gradually softened. She felt drowsy. She quickly shook her head and looked at Cheng Su, who was spinning the thermos bucket and serving dumplings to her. The

dumplings were obviously just out of the pot. There were still shiny oil spots in the soup. The white dumpling skin showed the pinkness of the minced meat and the crystal clearness of the shrimp. A light bite brought a delicious taste to the tip of her tongue.

Qiao Mei held the bowl with both hands with satisfaction, looked up at Cheng Su, blinked her round eyes, and asked with a hint of doubt in her brisk tone: "Don't you want to eat?"

Her eyes moved down slightly, fell on the man's fingers, and paused slightly.

Chengsu was peeling hot spring eggs for Qiao Mei. Wet water droplets stuck to the man's knuckles and occasionally tiny eggshells fell between his fingers. After hearing what Qiao Mei said, he just chuckled, raised his chin at Qiao Mei, and said, "I'm peeling eggs for you."

Qiao Mei's black pearl-like eyes rolled in his sockets. Without thinking, he put the soup bowl aside, picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, held it with his other hand, blew it cool carefully, and brought it to Chengsu's mouth, looking up and said, "Then I'll feed you."

The aroma of the food, wrapped in Qiao Mei's breath, approached Chengsu violently. Through the rising heat, Qiao Mei's face was also shrouded in the hazy water vapor, outlining a soft line.

Cheng Su lowered his head and bit the dumpling that Qiao Mei fed him. He looked straight at Qiao Mei and chewed and swallowed slowly, as if he wanted to savor the taste in his mouth. His slow and leisurely manner was mixed with a turbulent undercurrent, like a beast that was tearing the bones of its prey into its stomach.

In an instant, Qiao Mei felt that his heartbeats seemed to speed up a few beats.

Chengsu looked at Qiao Mei, whose face was flushed red in front of him, and could not help squinting his eyes. He stopped teasing her, handed over the peeled hot spring egg in his hand, and said, "It's getting cold, you eat it first."

Looking at Qiao Mei, who was eating the hot spring egg like jelly with a curious look on her face, a smile flashed across Chengsu's eyes, and then as if he suddenly thought of something, he took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then slowly said, "I may not attend the general election night."

Qiao Mei, who was happily eating the hot spring egg, was slightly startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Chengsu, blurting out, "Why?" Qiao

Mei's eyes, which were like little stars, suddenly dimmed, and Chengsu seemed to see a dejected

little sea otter in a trance, pulling his clothes pitifully, asking him aggrievedly why he wanted to leave herself.

Cheng Su felt his head suddenly soften, and quickly explained: "You have your stage, I don't want to interfere too much."

In recent days, the topic of the award presenter on the night of the general election has been circulating in major community forums, and the name mentioned most frequently is undoubtedly Cheng Su, the co-organizer.