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"......"
Serena pull this, this and stopped to wait for Serena did not take him, but no signs of going forward.
Looked down at the pull on his arm, beautifully painted nail, a small skeleton is a look at a girl's hand.
This wind horse ears, do not inhibit the slightly flushed.
This is the first time a girl, holding his arm.
"......"
Ma Fengshun with Serena's hand to see her face, but found that she was playing down the phone.
She did not seem to find, or do not think she Wanshou this behavior, little intimate.
"I parked across the street you do not take a few mean?"
The wind beside a young man from the horse pass, looked at the horse wind whispered a sentence.
He estimated that the horse was just a bit blocked wind, the wind has been not see the horse go around this in the past.
"......"
Ma wind back line of sight from Serena who he also take a look at the other guy look.
Then, he said nothing, went down to play with the phone, ears do not hear out of the window of Serena, continue to cross the road.
To the hot pot restaurant seated after.
"Do you eat hot pot it?"
Ma wind asked him to sit across from Serena.
"Eat, eat in the British Isles, it is estimated not very authentic."
While Serena can speak Chinese language, but the Chinese word, she do not understand.
She turned a few menu can only read envious.
The reason that is not authentic, because this is dazzling people appetite of the menu, and one look at the menu before she was eating hot pot is not the same.
"Tasty?"
When two years ago to the British Isles, horses wind and sub-spring to eat hot pot.
Taste, really hard to say, anyway, not a grade.
"Okay."
Serena after glances, taken together the menu, let the wind horse point.
Forty minutes later.
"Wow! So good!"
Serena is hot stars, the whirring of a small hand to his mouth violently spicy hemp gas, but also kept Chopsticks folder.
"You eat slowly, with dead people rob you."
Ma Kazami Serena was not hot and not hot, greedy eyes still staring at the boiling duck pot.
This same years he's facial paralysis face wrinkled up.
Just steaming fish out of beef, Serena did not dare blow blowing about it to his mouth directly, is hot to how to do.
"No slow, too delicious! And this more than I used to eat that is not called hot pot!"
Eat hot Serena her hair tied back, and no image of the wolf.
"What is called?"
Ma Kazami Serena so love to eat beef, beef will be a whole plate full poured into the pot.
Multi-time cook cool eat, or Serena according to this way of eating, a meal down, her mouth foaming not have to burn.
"Rubbish!"
Serena buried bitterness, without looking up.
"......"
Ma will not quietly wind that pot of spicy beef, Serena picked up the bowl.
British Isles food, he also commended.
"I want spicy, not spicy for you."
Serena looked full of a small bowl of beef, without looking up, direct Picking handed horse wind.
"......"
Ma wind lonely eyes stared at Serena, seeing that she is the true dislike.Then he put down the spoon, not spicy beef took the bowl.
He also thought Serena Do not give spicy broken, deliberately get a mandarin duck pot.
Serena did not expect a foreigner, so too spicy food?
Serena eat and drink, to eat, even if a large summer sweating sweat, it is still not stop.
"I have a small bowl of it?"
When eating eating, Serena and picked up a spoonful of meat, he looked at his big bowl of food, overflowed the up.
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