"That's right, Yijun, come quickly and try them. Ever since this restaurant moved away from here, I can no longer eat their food. I didn't expect this girl to really find it. This lunch was sent by Wei Zhijuan with such kindness, don't waste it!" Guo Bo was clearly trying to urge Xian Yijun to eat quickly, but every word he said sounded bitter.
When Xian Yijun came over, Wei Zhijuan's gaze fell on the glass on the tea table.
"Your boyfriend is really nice..."
"Is your boyfriend at home?"
"Ask your boyfriend to send you down…"
"Is your boyfriend bad-tempered?"
"A man's taste shouldn't be too bad. I know there's a good restaurant nearby. You can buy food there and send it to him."
This can no longer be considered a coincidence.