Chapter 844: Chapter 824: Shi Bahao Hungry
After finishing their meal, Fang Youyuan drove the two to the entrance of the agreed coffee shop. He watched them enter before driving away, sighing slightly.
Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian, furrowing his brow as he ordered a hot cocoa for her, "Are you really okay?"
Luo Qianqian silently shook her head, looking at the glass window of the coffee shop with a hint of confusion on her face, "Senior, do you think we should have called a couple more people?"
"Why? Are you afraid he wants to harm you?" Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian with some amusement, "Don’t worry, he won’t. I can protect you."
Luo Qianqian gently shook her head, "I’m just afraid Gongyang Chou won’t give up."
"Him? He probably doesn’t have much time for that right now, right? After all... Gongyang Che still needs treatment. If anything happens, isn’t it obvious he’s the only suspect?"
Jimo Cheng also sighed, "It’s all my fault. If only I had... you wouldn’t have encountered these things."
"What are you talking about, Senior?" Luo Qianqian shook her head lightly, her face peaceful, "Sometimes I think about the ’what ifs,’ but they’re just ’ifs.’"
Jimo Cheng gave a bitter smile. How could he not know? This is where he feels powerless.
"Want some snacks?" Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian’s quiet profile, a hint of reluctance passing over his face.
Luo Qianqian gently shook her head, "Eating too much makes me reluctant to move."
Jimo Cheng looked at the serious expression on Luo Qianqian’s face and nodded lightly without contradicting her. He followed her gaze out the window.
"Senior, do you think..." Luo Qianqian suddenly spoke, looking at the falling leaves.
"Hmm?" Jimo Cheng put down his coffee cup, a hint of curiosity on his face.
Luo Qianqian raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "What kind of gift will I receive this Christmas?"
Seeing the mischievous smile on Luo Qianqian’s face, Jimo Cheng felt a sense of helplessness, "Is there something you want?"
He didn’t believe that Luo Qianqian still had any fantasies about Santa Claus.
Luo Qianqian chuckled, "I want it to snow on Christmas."
Jimo Cheng’s face was full of helplessness. If it was something you could buy, it’d be fine, but snow...
"Out of my hands, right?" Luo Qianqian laughed heartily, "But how about we have an ice cream hot pot on Christmas Day?"
"Sure." Jimo Cheng immediately agreed to Luo Qianqian’s suggestion with a smile, "But, aren’t you supposed to have classes on Christmas?" He counted on his fingers and raised his eyebrows.
"During lunch." Luo Qianqian answered calmly, "Back in elementary school, my brother, my good friend, and I loved having ice cream on the first snow day and Christmas each year. It felt like eating sweet snow, and one didn’t feel cold..."
"Hi, have you been waiting long?" Elvis appeared in the coffee shop wearing a wig again, "I’ll have a Mocha."
He blew on his hands, which were already red from the cold, "Have you guys eaten? I’m buying; order whatever you like." Elvis looked surprised at the cocoa in front of Luo Qianqian, knowing she usually drank milk.
Hmm, the reason she isn’t having it today is... she drank it at breakfast.
"We’ve eaten." Jimo Cheng lightly nodded as he looked at Elvis sitting next to him.
"How did you get here?" Luo Qianqian still looked outside the window. She had seen Elvis coming over but was too lazy to say anything. Recognizing him at a glance would be more suspicious, right?
"By car..." Elvis looked puzzled, "You surely don’t think I’d walk in this weather, do you? It’s freezing. The temperature’s unbearable to come out of the covers."
Luo Qianqian quietly watched the steaming cocoa in front of her, taking out her wallet from her bag and pulling out a card. She put the wallet back in her bag and placed it on the seat, "I’m stepping out for a bit; you guys chat first."
After all, Luo Qianqian was a university student, and the two of them didn’t pay much attention.
However, after leaving, Luo Qianqian calmly turned into the convenience store next door, "Do you take cards?"
Seeing the attendant nod, Luo Qianqian headed towards the food section, looking at the person who followed her into the store with an expression of speechlessness, "Are you hungry?"
"Not really..." Shi Bahao watched, jaw-dropped, as Luo Qianqian swept a shelf of bread, burgers, and cookies.
"I don’t have cash now. Grab what you want." She handed the shopping basket to Shi Bahao and turned to the household products section to grab a bag of disposable masks.
When she turned around, she saw the counter was already full, and the cashier had started scanning items.
She raised an eyebrow, "Is this enough?"
"It’s... enough, I guess."
"Don’t forget to take some food to the old man. I’m busy now and can’t go over. Hey, can you get into the room with those miscellaneous books?" Luo Qianqian asked absent-mindedly.
Shi Bahao nodded.
"Alright then, bring me a ’Fire’ book as a trade-off. I’ll treat you to steak." Luo Qianqian spoke calmly. After a brief hesitation, Shi Bahao agreed. Anyway, the books there were mostly handwritten, not the originals, and any missing would be replaced naturally.
Compared to useless paper for him, food was more practical.
"Oh, and one more favor." Luo Qianqian hesitated briefly before speaking, "Do you know Lu Simiao? My brother, in the hospital."
"Yeah, I’ve been watching since yesterday." Because Luo Qianqian suddenly had trouble and didn’t fulfill the promise of good food, how could he not help ease her worries?
"Okay, thanks a lot. Helping means a benefit, meals provided." Luo Qianqian tugged a bit at the corners of her mouth, "I’ll find someone to deliver meals later."
"Got it." Shi Bahao agreed promptly.
At the counter, all the items had been scanned as well.
After paying for him, Luo Qianqian then paid for her mask.
"Can you carry it?" Luo Qianqian asked, looking at the five big bags of items now, her mouth twitching.
Shi Bahao nodded seriously, "If I can’t carry food, then it’s not a qualified human."
... Luo Qianqian watched him leave the supermarket before walking out herself, returning to the coffee shop with her mask.
"Why buy this?" Jimo Cheng was curious about the items in Luo Qianqian’s hand.
"To keep warm." Luo Qianqian said earnestly.
Seeing that the two had finished drinking, she generously took out three masks, giving one to each, and stuffed the rest back into her backpack.
Jimo Cheng looked at Luo Qianqian and smiled, then put on the mask.
Elvis put the mask in his pocket, "What if the mask hides my handsome face, and no girls come to flirt?"
Luo Qianqian’s mouth twitched, but she ignored him and put on her own mask.
Elvis went to pay the bill while Luo Qianqian and Jimo Cheng headed towards the door.
