Chapter 90 Caught Stealing Food by Yifei!

Chapter 90 Caught Stealing Food by Yifei!

August 25th, 7:00 AM.

The warm morning light opened Ye Chong's eyes, and the faint scent of herbs kept wafting into his nose.

His eyes darted around, and it took him a while to realize that he was in a hotel.

"Ugh—ah!"

I stretched, and suddenly a crackling sound came from my body?

"This is... I haven't slept this much in ages!"

He got up and went to the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror for a long time.

In the mirror, the face, which already bore a resemblance to John Lone, appeared even more serious due to his martial arts training.

I believe that if his name wasn't Ye Chong, everyone would praise him and say, "What an upright person."

"These pectoral muscles, are they better than—" He shook his head, a chill running down his spine.

He muttered something to himself out of the blue, and even he couldn't stand it.

At 7:30 a.m., he went to the self-service restaurant on the first floor for lunch. Shen Ze, who looked blank, appeared behind him again, holding a plate in one hand and a tablet in the other.

"For the opening ceremony, our crew will be the third to perform, followed by the jury, 'Brokeback Mountain,' and then us. As for the formal attire—"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Ye Chong, chewing on a piece of strawberry mousse, raised his hand to interrupt him, "I'm speechless!"

"Wh-what?"

Ye Chong swallowed the cake. "I said I'm not going. The production team has been handed over to Sister Xi."

"Oh, this."

Ye Chong raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Go and rest."

After dismissing his assistant, Ye Chong returned to his room, changed into a blue and white striped shirt and beach shorts, and then turned and left.

"Ah!"

"Um----"

Just as I stepped out of the hotel, a small head darted back around the corner.

Today's Yifei is fully armed!

She wore a white pleated dress, black leather shoes, emerald earrings, a bright white diamond necklace, and sheer white knee-high socks.

She wore a high ponytail, and the pink bow headband made her even cuter, attracting the attention of foreigners passing by.

"brush"

"ah"

Because of the foreigners' gaze, Yifei was almost discovered again. She leaned against the hotel wall, her small hands supporting her chest as it heaved.

Isn't it said that only women have a sixth sense? Why would a bad guy have one too?

Yesterday's plane was one thing, but this sudden turn of the head just now scared the living daylights out of me.

When she finally composed herself and peeked out again, Ye Chong was nowhere to be seen at the hotel entrance.

"Damn it!" She stomped her foot, feeling that it was so difficult to follow a boy!

Was it this kind of convoluted process when that scoundrel pursued me before?

(Ye Chong: No, you really went for it. Others respect you, but I insult you. You must have left a deep impression on me, right?)

Five minutes later, Yifei spotted the bad embryo again.

He was standing in front of a jewelry store stall, looking like a slacker, one hand in his pocket, the other picking and choosing.

Yifei leaned against the clothing store stall next door, her little head craning out, her phoenix eyes full of curiosity.

What's he doing? Is he picking out a gift for me?

Hmph—isn't it too late to choose a gift now?

Hey! He's going to pay the bill!

Yifei quickly shrank back, and saw the scoundrel holding a pair of cartoon earrings find the bald middle-aged man next to him.

"How much?"

The middle-aged bald man shrugged and didn't say anything.

"I'm asking, 'How much better to replace this?'"

(Yifei: You don't even understand English, how do you think you'll understand Chinese? You idiot!)

The middle-aged bald man waved his hand repeatedly and pointed inside the store.

"No, no, no!" The rascal shook his head. "I'm not going to the store to buy it. I've already bought it!"

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the earrings, but the uncle kept pointing inside the store.

The scoundrel suddenly frowned, looked the uncle up and down, and then his eyes lit up as if he remembered something!

"You bite me and won't accept my sister's roundness, I'll just give you my right-hand roundness!"

(Yifei: Puff puff ————)

The middle-aged bald man didn't make a move this time; instead, he looked at the man in sunglasses as if he were a lunatic.

"Jesuscherrist! I'm not the boss! Do I have to repeat myself several times?"

Ye Chong's mouth dropped open, his eyebrows shot up, and he snapped, "You're not the boss, so why the hell are you saying that? Don't you speak English?!"

The middle-aged man was also furious, raising his hand to cover his chin: "My teeth are killing me! What terrible luck! I was waiting for someone and ran into an idiot!"

"Hey—you!"

Before Ye Chong could get angry, the uncle's wife came out of the store, took his arm, and left.

Ye Chong wrinkled his nose, went inside, and paid the bill.

"Giggle giggle—I can't take it anymore! Ouch, my tummy hurts—"

Yifei clutched her stomach and squatted down on the ground. She found the rascal too funny!

No, no, no, I'm not joking, I'm just being simple!

This person is so simple; when they love, they love with all their heart, and when they hate, they hate without any pretense.

Yes, he was a hothead to begin with.

After a brief lapse in concentration, when Yifei blinked and stood up, the scoundrel was gone.

Fortunately, there were no forks in the street; if he had gone back the way he came, he would have found him long ago.

So he walked forward?

Yifei stood on tiptoe, peering out curiously.

"Is that a food street up ahead?"

Without further hesitation, she took a step and left.

She had gotten up early for the rare occasion of hers to prepare for today's meeting.

She still remembers the surprised look on her mother's face that morning.

"I've paid such a high price, and you scoundrel don't just give in and apologize? How can you have the nerve to do this?"

'

"Hmph hmph hmph————"

After humming and hawing for a while, Ye Chong's voice began to appear in my ears.

Now that the clothing store was no longer a cover, she could only hide in a corner, not daring to peek out.

Just as he concealed himself, Ye Chong's voice rang out: "Boss lady, this putao is so purple, it's not fresh, it's old!"

Pu Tao?

Yifei fluttered her eyelashes twice, thinking to herself, "You're quite sensible, knowing that I haven't had breakfast."

"Maybe it's because there are too many people and they've been picked over too many times. Look how fresh this group of putao is!"

A woman's voice rang out; her English was somewhat broken and difficult to understand, but her voice was mature and charming.

"This bag of fish isn't right either. The color is off, and there's no seafood in it."

No!

Yifei's eyes widened!

This isn't right, is it? Why are fish-shaped wrappers appearing here?

She frowned, bit her lip, and pinched her index finger harder and harder with her thumb.

Just then, the boss's voice rang out again.

"It's all black, you have to taste it carefully, it's absolutely fresh inside!"

No! No! No! Absolutely not!

She took a step and rushed out.

She never even considered that the English word for "torrential rain" might have the same meaning as the Chinese one.

"Ye Chong! You wicked scoundrel!"

A whiff of barbecue wafted into her nose. Yifei blinked and stared suspiciously at Ye Chong and the old lady in front of her.

Ye Chong was seen holding a charcoal-grilled bacon in his right hand, gnawing on it with his mouth open, while in his left hand he held a string of cattails.

Hmm—it really is very purple.

"Qianbao'er?"

"Haha—it looks like it's going to rain. I'm going back to collect the laundry!"