"That won't work," Ma Xiaole shook her head, "I'll eat my mouth full of spicy food later, how can I kiss you?"

"I won't kiss you anymore. Everything has failed after your mistake," Mi Ting tightened her face, "Ma Xiaole, you can't catch my feet without my permission in the future."

"No," Ma Xiaole nodded, very serious. "Absolutely," he said, taking out the rice-tampered thing from his pocket, "Miting, you are going abroad. Although I can't bear to leave it, I know that it can only be reluctant to leave it. I want to give you a precious gift, but my pocket doesn't have that much money."

Miting looked at the colorful rice grains in the small glass container and laughed, "Well, so I found a few rice grains for me."

"This is not ordinary rice," said Ma Xiaole. "This is through the hands of the artist, with words on it."

Mi Ting leaned closer and saw it, "It really has words,"

"Six words, one sentence, a lifetime,"

Miting looked back and forth, her lips curled up and she smiled, "Well, I think it's very precious,"

"Thank you for your compliment," Ma Xiaole picked up the chopsticks, picked up the peppers in the bowl, and chewed them in a few bites.

"It's really eaten," Miting widened her eyes, "Not spicy,"

"Spicy, why isn't it spicy?" said Ma Xiaole, "Can you still disobey your order?"

"Look at you, hurry up and take a sip of cold water," Miting gave the cup to Ma Xiaole. Ma Xiaole pretended to be "hula" and sighed, taking a few sips. In fact, these little peppers are really nothing to Ma Xiaole. He was very spicy when he was a child.

Ma Xiaole ate chili to end the dinner early. After taking a few sips of water, he said it was still not possible. He quickly ate some noodles, then picked up the noodle bowl and swallowed it for a while, as if suppressing the hotness in his mouth.

Soon, Ma Xiaole put down the empty bowl. When Miting saw it, she quickly started eating, not too slow.

Ma Xiaole lit a cigarette and smiled silently. He guessed that after smoking a cigarette, Miting would almost finish it.

The estimate was about the same, and ten minutes later, the two left the Delicious House.

"I don't know when your fellow villager will come back. Remember to say hello to others," Miting said. Ma Xiaole knew that she was talking about Fan Zao Ni. Although Miting came back from the municipal bureau in a hurry, she did not lose her etiquette. She had found Fan Zao Ni, but she happened to be on a business trip at that time.

"I'll just say it then. She won't mind it. It's from the same village, an acquaintance," Ma Xiaole was absent-minded and kept thinking about how to kiss Miting.

"That's fine. Anyway, there will be a chance in the future. I'll just thank you in person," Mi Ting seemed to have completely forgotten that.

"Miting, I still want to touch your feet," Ma Xiaole began.

"Don't mention that," Mi Ting felt a little embarrassed, "Besides, I'll run home immediately,"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it anymore," Ma Xiaole smiled, "But there is one thing I don't understand. How do you know that you have a smell when wearing nylon**? Have you smelled it and have this habit?"

"Go to yours," Miting slapped Ma Xiaole on the back. "I felt it when I came out to change my shoes at night, but because of the tight time, I didn't have time to wash my feet, and I came out."

"Tell me, your foot hurt me..." Ma Xiaole wanted to speak but stopped.

"How did my feet hurt you?"

"I can't get a kiss from you," Ma Xiaole said, and reached out to hug Miting, "Mitting, will you forget me after you go abroad?"

This time, beyond Ma Xiaole's expectations, Mi Ting was very gentle and buried her head in Ma Xiaole's arms.

Although the street lights were very bright, there were only mottled flower spots left through the branches and leaves of the street trees, which were hidden in it, just like soldiers in camouflage uniforms lurking in the bunker.

A few minutes later, Miting was about to push Ma Xiaole away, "Okay, okay..." But Ma Xiaole's hand wandered on Miting even more crazily, making Miting a little uncontrollable. "No, no," Miting turned her head, closed her eyes and twisted slightly under Ma Xiaole's embrace like a dream.

Ma Xiaole was very contradictory, and the development of the situation was completely beyond his expectations. Based on Mi Ting's usual performance, he felt that it would be good to kiss her symbolically. He didn't expect that he would be so enthusiastic and could not stop.

Suddenly, the ringtone of the cell phone made Ma Xiaole stunned and stopped.

"You bought a cell phone," Mi Ting asked with her chest rising and falling and gasping for breath.

"Guan Fei just bought it for me in the afternoon," Ma Xiaole took out his cell phone, "He said he was to compensate me, saying that if he hadn't gone to the Education Bureau to find me some time ago, there wouldn't have been any stealing money, and I wouldn't have left the Education Bureau so early," he said, and began to answer the phone.

The phone call was from Chen Xuanli, and Chen Xuanna told her that Ma Xiaole had a cell phone, and everything was a bit sudden. Fortunately, Ma Xiaole was calm and said, "Don't talk anymore." She was busy and would talk about it when she returned to her residence."

"Who," Miting asked.

"Guan Fei," said Ma Xiaole, "he asked me how things were going, which company to exercise,"

"He cared about you so much,"

"Didn't he feel guilty? I can be said to be caused by him," said Ma Xiaole.

"Well, it's a coincidence. Why did he go to find you that day?" Mi Ting tampered with her scattered hair and top, took a deep breath, "Xiaole, send me home,"

“So early,”

"It's getting late, I've done what I should do. What else do you want?" Miting's tone was very ambiguous. Ma Xiaole had the urge to go up and hug her again, but he was not reserved. Sometimes it was not just suitable for women. Ma Xiaole felt that Miting should be progressive step by step. Anyway, it would take quite a few days before she went abroad.

"Well, okay, don't go back too late," Ma Xiaole gently held Mi Ting's shoulder and walked forward.

Downstairs of Miting's house, Ma Xiaole smiled and waved to Miting with a bright face, "Go up, go home quickly,"

Mi Ting turned around and Ma Xiaole watched the stairs lights light up from the first floor until the fifth floor.

On the way back, Ma Xiaole took out his cell phone and dialed it to Chen Xuanli. The moment he connected, Ma Xiaole was alert to look back. He was always worried that Miting would follow him and that he would feel uneasy in doing such a thing.

On the phone, Chen Xuanli said that she hoped Ma Xiaole could understand her farewell without saying goodbye. Ma Xiaole was speechless for a moment. He felt that this woman was like a flower that wanted to bloom in front of him, but he could not wait or even take a good look.

"Sister Chen, I feel sorry for you," Ma Xiaole said very heavily.

"Haha, what are you talking about?" Chen Xuanli smiled, "Xiaole, I really got excited this time. When I face you again, I can face you calmly no matter what happens,"

This sentence made Ma Xiaole particularly happy. It can be said that he always hoped that Chen Xuanli could see and hold on and let go, so that everything would be beautiful.
Chapter completed!