When she jumped out of the bar door, Emily just bumped into a girl, looked up, and it was Lindsey who was waiting for her as promised.

Lindsey is holding an apple with a few bites in his hand, and his face is full of expecting smiles.

"Emily, have you kissed yet? Sweet or not? "

In order to avoid Mike chasing, Emily quickly pulled Lindsey into a nearby alley.

She thought she could avoid this topic, but Lindsey chased after it.

She can't help it. Emily can only say "hmm".

This is not a lie. Although she kissed the wrong person, she did, and it was very sweet!

Lindsey's eyes flashed with loneliness. She held up the apple in her hand and asked, "Which is sweeter than the apple?"

Emily sighed in her heart, gossip girl, can you stop asking?

Ask her again, and you'll be crying.

"Lin, don't you have a boyfriend who has traveled across the ocean? Why don't you talk about the taste of kissing him first, which is sweeter than apples?"

Emily smiled slyly, changed the subject, and succeeded in shying Lindsey.

Lindsey blushed and lowered her head, only slightly saying vaguely, "Apple is sweeter."

"Ah?"

Emily is surprised, how can she kiss a stranger, and the taste is better than that of an apple?

But she certainly won't tell Lindsey this, after all, it's really embarrassing.

"Actually, I kissed him once. Unexpectedly, it wasn't sweet at all."

"Not sweet?"

Emily was even more surprised. She remembered Lindsey's saying that he wouldn't marry in this life, and if he married someone else, she would be single all her life.

"Don't be discouraged, maybe if you kiss more times, the sweetness will come out!"

As soon as Emily's comfort came out, Lindsey shook her head and said seriously, "Emily, in fact, I think your Lisa's tone may be inaccurate for some people, such as me. It's my love, it must be, it can't be wrong. "

"I think my sister's argument is not accurate at all. What is sweet or not is bullshit."

Lindsey smiled gratefully, thinking Emily was just comforting her.

They happened to be standing in front of a 24-hour convenience store. There was enough light at the door. Emily glanced at Lindsey occasionally, and when her eyes fell on her lips, she immediately froze.

"What are you looking at me for?" Lindsey smiled unnaturally.

Emily pointed to Lindsey's bitten upper lip and asked suspiciously, "Lindsey, why is your lip broken? Why is it still a little swollen? "

Lindsey's face turned red, and he said, "Don't be paranoid. My lips are not swollen by kisses like yours."

Once again, Lindsey smiled guiltily when he lifted the apple like a prop in his hand.

"I'm so hungry that I'm too anxious to chew an apple. I bite my lips and slowly swell up."

But this explanation ... seems a bit far-fetched!

Emily is silent. Even if she bites her upper lip, her lower lip will be swollen?

Suddenly, after Rumba's light came on, Lindsey's figure flashed quickly.

Is it Lindsey who kissed Mike?

They were so intense that their lips were bitten by each other?

Shouldn't it be so coincidental?

Emily was thinking, Lindsey's cell phone rang.

After answering the phone, Lindsey looked sorry.

"Emily, I can't accompany you to dinner. My brother has something urgent to find."

"OK, you go."

After watching Lindsey leave, Emily's stomach growled.

In order to kiss Mike strongly, she was so nervous that she didn't even eat lunch. Now that things were over, she suddenly felt that she was running out of strength to walk.

Ten minutes later, Emily dragged her tired legs to the “Hometown Noodle" deep in the alley.

When the meeting hall was empty, Emily sat down on her ass and shouted recklessly, hey, Chief, a bowl of green pepper meat: silk noodles, extra side dishes!

A stroller slowly came out from the kitchen entrance, and no one pushed it, but there was a 5-month-old baby boy sleeping soundly in it.

Emily has become accustomed to this, and she took the pusher of the stroller and pushed it back and forth.

The child's mother is Emily's classmate Hilda from kindergarten to high school, the proprietress of Hometown Noodle.

After a while, a young woman with a cool ponytail came out of the kitchen, put the noodle bowl in front of Emily, took the cart handle in her hand, and glared at her.

"Hungry fool, eat quickly."

"thank you, dear."

Emily looked at Hilda, whose skin was fair, but her face was tired, and her heart ached faintly.

In the past, Hilda's body was slightly plump, and she was clamoring to lose weight all day, but since she became pregnant inexplicably, she became thinner and thinner.

Now she is still breastfeeding, and her hair is fattened by her, but she seems to have been sucked dry, and she can't pinch a piece of fat on her body.

Hilda just sat down beside Emily, walked into a handsome man in a suit and tie from the outside, and found a seat by the window.

It seems customary that Hometown Noodle secretly looks at men from time to time.

Out of curiosity, Emily looked down the eyes of Hometown Noodle and was almost choked.

That is a resolute man who is about seven or eight years older than them.

Excellent figure, elegant temperament, cold and hard expression.

Emily's first impression of him is that this man is super handsome, so handsome that everyone is angry and amazed!

The second impression is that this man is really cold, and the suit seems to be coated with invisible ice.

The third impression is that this man is strange, and his noble temperament and extraordinary clothes are totally out of place with the civilian atmosphere of Hometown Noodle!

Capturing Hilda's attention, Emily couldn't help gossiping.

"Hilda, your suitor? Or, the biological father of the child? "

Hilda took a pair of chopsticks and patted Emily on the head, secretly angry. "Don't talk nonsense, don't be jealous of the fragrance of my noodle shop."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Your noodles are delicious, and they are not so delicious … Hey, why do you take my noodles away?"

Just as they were bickering, Hilda's mother came in from outside, and when she saw the figure of the man, she greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, what's for today?"

"Green pepper shredded noodles, side dishes."

"OK, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Emily, who just got the noodle bowl back, was stunned. By mistake, how did she get along with his choice?

Now, it's Hilda's turn to wink and smile.

"Oh, so he came to my place to eat noodles for several months, just to catch you little fish?"

Emily's face suddenly turned red. "Get out!"

When she just brought the man's face to the front, four men in black suddenly rushed outside, each with an iron bar in his hand.

Starting from the lightbox at the entrance of the noodle restaurant, iron bars are smashed down, and nothing is left intact.