The two got into Ling Yichen's car. An Lan looked at him curiously and asked, "Don't you have to spend time with your family tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival?"

She was surprised just now and forgot about this. Now she remembered that she felt a little embarrassed if Ling Yichen was delayed from returning home.

Ling Yichen paused his hand with the seat belt and replied lightly: "My family is abroad, but I am the only one in China."

"Oh, that's it." An Lan opened her mouth and wanted to ask him why he didn't go with Feng Ning, but finally shut up.

She felt that Ling Yichen was different to Feng Ning, and she didn't seem to feel like a boyfriend or girlfriend. She was curious, but she also felt that this question was too private.

"Where are you?" Ling Yichen fastened his seat belt and glanced at her.

An Lan shrugged when she heard this, leaned back indifferently, and said softly: "I won't go back too early to disturb the reunion of the mouse family."

The environment where she lives is poor, so there will naturally be mice. Fortunately, she was immune to it in prison at the beginning, but she was only afraid of snakes.

Ling Yichen's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say anything more. He started the car and drove out, asking, "What do you want to eat?"

"I prefer to go to the food street, where there are many things. Of course, you are a guest, you choose."

"I can do it."

The car drove forward in the dark night, and people came and went on the bustling streets, and laughter was everywhere.

An Lan leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window, feeling the excitement quietly.

Finally, the car parked two streets from the food street.

As soon as Ling Yichen turned off the engine, the people around him took out a black baseball cap like magic and called him-

"The King of Movie Ling."

He turned his head in response, and saw a pretty face approaching him, a faint fragrance coming to his nose...

While he was slightly stunned, he put a hat on his head, and An Lan also helped him to clean his hair.

"Okay."

Ling Yichen raised his eyes and looked at the woman with bright eyes and white teeth in front of her. There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and nodded with satisfaction.

Her movements were very natural, and she didn't seem to notice the suddenness, nor did she see Ling Yichen obviously stunned.

"Why put a hat on me?"

An Lan widened her eyes and said with an exaggerated expression: "Actor Ling, are you too unconfident in your fans, or are you too confident in your low-key? Just your face with a box office of 10 billion yuan, let alone fans, if you are photographed by paparazzi, I will not survive tomorrow and will be drowned by the spits."

Her expression of speech was very vivid, as if exaggerated and agile, which made Ling Yichen's lips slightly raised and she felt unconsciously happy.

"Then why don't you wear it?"

"Me?" An Lan tilted her head and smiled slightly with a self-deprecating smile: "Who can recognize me as a little transparent as me... Let's go, the actor."

As she said, she turned around and opened the car door and went down first. Ling Yichen walked over from the other end and looked at her and said, "Don't call me King Ling, it's easier to get rid of it."

"Yes, then I'll learn from Assistant Bai and call you boss."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ling Yichen. He whispered: "Call me Yichen."

As he said that, he walked in front first, An Lan was stunned behind him, muttering to himself: "Isn't it easier to get rid of the problem by calling Yichen?"

She didn't say anything, and chased Ling Yichen's figure and walked towards the food street.

The food streets in every city are the most lively places, and this place is no exception.

At first glance, it was full of delicious food, mixed with various fragrances, but it did not make people feel messy, but instead made people feel greatly excited and they wanted to try everything.

An Lan and Ling Yichen walked side by side. She stood next to Ling Yichen at 1.66 meters, and still looked a little petite.

Many people looked at her more when they saw her beauty. Instead, Ling Yichen, who was wearing a baseball cap and slightly lowered her head, did not attract much attention.

An Lan walked all the way and ignored those gazes. She turned to look at Ling Yichen and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

"Then let's go eat hot pot? There is a hot pot in front of me that is very delicious!"

"good."

The two followed the road to an inconspicuous hot pot restaurant. The hot pot restaurant is a bit old and you can see the unclean oil and steaming mist. There are many people in the hot pot restaurant, and the perfume and hot pot smell and wine smell float in the air. Obviously, people who come here to consume are of average living standards.

An Lan looked at the lively hot pot restaurant, then looked at Ling Yichen, and suggested, "How about changing the place?"

She felt that a noble young man like Ling Yichen would definitely not step into such a place.

When she proposed just now, she automatically ignored the fact that the man in front of her was a 10 billion actor.

"It doesn't matter."
Chapter completed!