Lan Mu heard that everyone was laughing at him for not daring to kiss his face.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, hugged Yan Zao with both hands, pulled her against his body, bent down and lowered his head, covering her delicate lips like flower petals.

Yan Zao stared at him.

The applause and cheer outside were comparable to the goal-scoring field. Fans opened bottles to celebrate, and the cups that didn’t know each other on the table were also clinking with friendship.

A kiss lasted for almost a minute. Lan Mu felt that Yan was about to suffocate, so he pushed her, "It's a bargain!"

Without looking directly at Yan Zao's face, he turned around and returned to the chair and sat down.

Yan Zao's mouth was still slightly open, and a burst of burning sensation on his lips spread to her cheeks, and she was covered with her body.

After a while, her blank gaze moved to the face of the man sitting on the chair, with more confusion in her eyes.

Why?

In front of so many people, in front of millions of fans watching live broadcasts.

Aren't he afraid that Yu Yesang will see it?

Even if they were quarreling, they were too angry, right?

Lan Mu was very dissatisfied with Yan Zao's puzzled look, "What's your look?"

Yan Zao reacted, blushed awkwardly again, and hurriedly looked away, "Let's continue with the next step."

She reached out and opened the wheat.

...

Both stores are open until the early morning, but it is clear who wins and loses in popularity and business.

When the seafood restaurant was proofing, there were still people queuing at the door, and the customers in the hot pot restaurant were almost depressed.

After calculating the accounts, Wen Jing was so excited that she almost pulled over, "Zhao Zao, we did not calculate the turnover by one million, are we?" She held the order in both hands, trembling with excitement.

Just this morning, the turnover was still something she didn't dare to think about. What does one million turnover mean?

It's like dreaming.

Yan Zaozao was so tired that she reached out to take away the order from Wen Jing's hand and put it on the table, "Go back early and take a shower and go to bed. I will come to the store tomorrow morning."

As she said that, she put her hands on Wen Jing's shoulders and pushed her out the door.

If she doesn't go back to sleep, she will probably die suddenly.

Too much trouble for this day.

Wenjing was in excitement and felt tired at all. She turned around excitedly and hugged Yan Zao, "We won early!"

But his tone was a little crying.

Yan Zao looked at her with a funny look, "I'm so happy that I cried?"

"You don't have to hang a sign to parade."

Wenjing pushed Yan Zao away and said excitedly while rubbing her eyes. Her eyes were red and tears really came out.

"Forehead……"

Yan Zao was stunned after hearing Wen Jing's tone that finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Wenjing again, my heart is warm.

She reached out and hugged her, patted her gently on the back of her head, "Are you stupid? If I weren't sure, how could I bet with her?"

She really didn't expect that Wen Jing, who was heartless, was worried about the bet she and Yu Yexiao during this busy day, and was worried that they would lose, so she wanted to hang a sign to parade.

"I'm so worried, you still said that." Wenjing sniffed and became excited again, "I'll go and ask the sister next door to parade with a sign tomorrow."

Yan Zao raised his eyebrows, "Sister Blowing Flute?"

Wen Jing was calm and composed, "I gave her a new name."

Yan Zao: "..."

Her hobby that she gave people nickname has been maintained since childhood.

"I can't help but think about the scene of Sister Blowing Flute parading with a sign hanging on the street, and I wish I could see it right away."

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