"Do you know where I said hot pot restaurant?" Lin foam asked strangely.

Li Xiangkun thought of Lin Mo without saying which hot pot restaurant they were going to. He always blamed him for his rigid idea of which one they had been to.
"Okay, here we are." The driver uncle woke up and two people arrived at the place.
After paying the money, two people got off the bus. This place is far from the city and belongs to the suburbs.
Li Xiangkui’s mind was dizzy when he looked at the gorgeous hotel in front of him. He never thought he could come to such a place.
"Foam this is what you said hotpot restaurant? Isn’t this a star hotel? " Li Xiangkun doesn’t believe that they want to eat hot pot here.
Lin Mozhen wants to cut her boyfriend’s head open to see if it is full of paste. "Are you blind and look at what you write?"
Li Xiangkui looked at the hotel and the five characters "Yun Fan Hotpot City" stung his eyes. This is really a hot pot restaurant.
Two men walked up the steps, and two security guards saw Lin Mogang want to salute and say hello, but when they noticed her sneaking around and gesturing, they understood what she meant.
"Welcome to Yun Fan Hotpot City!" Two security guards said hello politely and then opened the door.
Two people nodded and went in.
The lobby is resplendent and divided into special rest area, entertainment area and dining area.
The lobby manager came forward wearing a neat system. "What do you need?" When he spoke, his eyes made contact with Lin Mo, as if he had received a notice before.
"Two Yun Fan Pavilion" said Lin Mo lightly.
Li Xiangkun was suspicious. Although he had been in love with Lin Mo for three years, he never knew her family and never asked her.
She may always belong to a well-off family like herself, but it should not be so simple to see her skilled reaction.
I laughed at myself. Do you want to play the story of Cinderella? It’s impossible
Here, the lobby manager took two people to the top floor by ladder and walked into Yun Fan Pavilion. Li Xianglian wondered if he had crossed the ancient house full of antique calligraphy and painting, which was of great value.
There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window in the room, through which you can see the night view outside.
Because of the high terrain of this area and the high floor of the hotel, Li Xiangyue’s window overlooks the bustling night in the distant city, but it always makes people feel unreal.
Lin Mo looked at the window. At night, the lights of the Starlight Hotel reflected his face slightly melancholy. Her eyes seemed to be a lonely emperor.
She knew that this was his first contact and never imagined that the natural reaction of the world was illusory, but she was real as she loved him.
Li Xiangkui felt a pair of delicate jade arms around his waist from behind, and then a warm foam on his back stuck to him.
The two men hugged each other at the door, and the lobby manager saw that the golden couple dared not disturb except envy and blessing, and hurriedly told the students to quietly bring the big lady the food and the surprise.
"It would be great if we could hold each other like this for a generation," said Lin Morou, standing on tiptoe and blowing a warm wind after Li Xianglu’s ear.
Li Xiangkui felt itchy in his ears, but he still forced himself to remain calm. He doubted that all this would be a beautiful dream. He and she are two people from different worlds. Will this love game have a good result?
"What kind of person are you?" Li Xiangkun spoke his mind in a thin voice.
Behind Lin Mo’s body froze and quickly reacted and said, "I am an ordinary girl."
"Do you think I’ll believe it? From the moment I entered the door, the security guard made a small move on you. The lobby manager was diligent. I don’t believe you are an ordinary girl." Li Xiangkun looked at the distant tower and didn’t know how to face her.
"I …" Lin Mo has some incoherent words. The secret she has been hiding has been exposed after all.
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Chapter 20 Vulnerable side
Li Xiangrui’s face seems calm and practical, but he is utterly confused. He has his own dignity and doesn’t want to be pointed at as a gigolo, but Lin Mo has deeply rooted in his mind.
"I don’t want to hide it from you. I don’t want to be influenced by other factors when we get along. I love you simply because I love you." Lin Mo also calmed down and gently stroked Li Xianglian’s body and said that a drop of tears slipped down.
"I’m a little confused now. Can you give me some and let me accept it?" Li Xiangkui closed his eyes and took a deep breath and said
"Well, let’s have dinner when I give it to you." Lin Mo’s pear-blossom face with rain finally showed a smile but was beautiful.
Two people sit at a long table after washing their hands and sorting out their instruments in turn.
There are several steaming dishes on the table, not delicacies, nor Manchu seats, but some home-cooked dishes.
Seeing these dishes, Li Xiangkun’s thoughts drifted back to ten years ago, when he was a child.
He lives with his grandparents, and because his parents are busy with work, they don’t have much time to accompany him, so they entrust him to their grandparents for care.
His grandfather was a soldier. He once carried a gun on the battlefield, fired a gun, killed bandits and won many medals against Japan.
Grandpa put these medals in an iron box. Whenever Li Xiangkun came to talk to him, grandpa would tell him what happened in that era. These medals were all bought back by the lives of his comrades-in-arms
Grandma’s soft heart hurts most because this lovely grandson cooks his favorite dishes for him every day.
In my memory, grandma’s cooking is not a delicious food, but it is full of her love for her grandchildren.
Grandparents never eat with Li Xiangkun. They just sit at the dining table and look at Sun with a smile. From time to time, they help him with food and say, "Grandchildren will be happy when they grow up after eating more."
Li Xiangkun always wondered why his grandparents didn’t eat with him. One day after dinner, he didn’t go to learn to hide in the house and wanted to find out what was going on in the kitchen.
Li Xiangcong crept over to the scene before him, but he couldn’t stop crying. The old man was eating some hard steamed bread and there was a dish of pickled pickles in his home.
He cried and asked them what they wanted to eat these things. His grandparents were shocked by his appearance. Obviously, he should be at school instead of at home.
Grandpa smiled kindly and showed a few yellow teeth. "Grandson, grandpa used to eat this stuff for decades. Before putting it, it was all precious, and grandpa couldn’t eat good things with a cheap stomach."