Many years ago, the girl pulled him and said mysteriously: "Brother Yu, I'll take you to a good place."

The car drove from the bustling wealthy area to the snack street and parked in a seemingly inconspicuous hot pot restaurant. Looking in through the glass window, people were surging in the smoke, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

"That's it. The hot pot in this restaurant is so delicious. I fell in love with it once."

An Lan said excitedly, and forced Feng Yu to the hot pot restaurant.

Looking around, there were no seats in the hot pot restaurant. The store owner looked at them with a smile and said, "Sorry, there are no single seats in the store. If you don't mind, just share the table with others. Of course, you can have another pot."

"No need." Feng Yu frowned, glanced at the noisy crowd, and said coldly.

"Why? Brother Yu, it's nothing to compete with people on the table. Believe me, the things here are really delicious, you won't be in vain!" The girl An Lan held his hand, with dark eyes.

He flashed with a look of desire and said coquettishly.

But Feng Yu's determination was not shaken. His eyes, which had not yet become sharp, were full of rejection. He shook his head and said, "This kind of place is too dirty and it is unhygienic at first glance."

"No, it just looks a little more people, and the things are really clean..."

An Lan's struggled words were destroyed in Feng Yu's refusal. She collapsed her face and left the hot pot restaurant lonely.

Recalling An Lan's lonely little face, Feng Yu felt a faint pain in his heart.

He was too self-centered back then and never considered An Lan’s feelings!

An Lan raised her head from the bowl, glanced at Feng Yu who was dazed, and coughed lightly, "If Mr. Feng doesn't want to eat, you can leave first, I can just pay the bill myself."

She came to eat hot pot happily, but when she met such a face, her appetite instantly plummeted.

Feng Yu came to his senses from his memories and faced An Lan's excited and expectant eyes. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat from the hot pot and put it in a bowl, lowered his head and started eating.

"Oh, that's my fat cow..." An Lan muttered, glared at Feng Yu with a slight dissatisfaction, and quickly picked up another fat cow, for fear that it would be snatched away by Feng Yu and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ah, it's so hot..."

As soon as she was sent into her mouth, she regretted it, and couldn't wait to spit it out, sticking out her tongue and fanning her continuously, "It's so spicy, so hot..."

Feng Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips as she looked as if she was dancing.

Seeing this, An Lan rolled his eyes at him fiercely, picked up the vegetable leaves angrily, blew them twice and put them into his mouth, with a very provocative expression.

Feng Yu didn't care about her provocation and asked back: "Why did you order these dishes?"

An Lan was choked and had not answered his question yet. Feng Yu had already asked and answered himself: "She likes these too."

An Lan heard this and ate the chopsticks. Feng Yu didn't pay attention to her reaction. He looked at the dishes on the table and said slowly: "She once brought me here, but I think it's dirty and there are too many people here, so it's unhygienic to sit here to eat.

She lost her value again. So she was disappointed that time she didn't get it."

"But, I didn't think too much back then. I just wanted to do what I wanted to do, and I didn't think about her feelings. It was not until after she died that I suddenly realized that I had ignored her too much back then."

"I didn't even remember what interests and hobbies she had in the end. What flowers she liked and what she liked to eat. I didn't know them all the same until after she died, but it was still too late."

An Lan lowered her head and listened to him telling the past. She felt the same smell, but a sarcastic sense surged in her heart.

She looked up at his lost and regretful appearance, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her lips.

Feng Yu, what are you? The belated affection and regret?

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and looked at the weather outside the window.

At some point, the rain had stopped and there were no pedestrians on the empty street.

She stood up, took the spoils she swept today, and a hypocritical smile appeared on the corner of her lips, saying, "What a touching story. Mr. Feng, I'm full, you continue."

After saying that, he ignored Feng Yu, walked out of the door in big and small bags, and plunged into the slightly cold night sky.

Feng Yu sat there, watching her slim figure disappear in front of him, and shook his head with self-deprecating silence.

Why did he suddenly tell her about An Lan?

It's so crazy, she's just a person with no connection.
Chapter completed!