Hanming looked at Ning Lan''s charming face and saw that Ning Lan was in a trance. Sometimes her eyebrows frowned, sometimes her lips floated bitter, sometimes her eyes were dark, with endless resentment and sadness, sometimes her lips moved, and a faint smile crossed


    He could not guess what Ning Lan was thinking, why she was sad, and why she was happy. He felt uncomfortable. What did she think? Who''s on her mind now? Or something? Is she thinking about another man? What happened to the man she liked? Who is the man she likes? No matter who it is, he can''t feel a little bit of, can touch with him! These questions, which he wanted to know but was difficult to ask, seemed to be sharp thorns, which stuck in his heart and could not be ignored if he wanted to ignore them.


    For a long time, Ning Lan put away her messy thoughts and looked at Han Ming, but Han Ming took the first step: "eat, it''s cold." Ming Ming waited until Ning Lan came back to speak, but Han Ming didn''t want to listen.


    Because the answer is not important. No matter what Ning Lan says, it is not the answer he wants. He knew that Ning Lan would not say she liked him, nor would she say who she liked in front of him. When he didn''t like people, she would say that the people she liked were people other than him.


    Ning Lan''s words came to her mouth and swallowed them back. In fact, she didn''t think about how to answer. He just looked at Hanming in silence and then put down his chopsticks.


    When Han Ming saw that Ning Lan was ready to speak and get up, he said, "I haven''t eaten well yet."


    "Well." Ning Lan was stunned and understood the meaning of Hanming''s words. He couldn''t help but respond lightly.


    Hanming takes back his eyes and starts eating. Maybe it''s because ninglan is quietly waiting for him to finish eating. Maybe it''s because he knows ninglan is waiting for him at the moment. He likes this feeling very much. Therefore, he deliberately slows down his eating action and deliberately delays the time. He likes this feeling of peace very much.


    Ning Lan quietly looked at Han Ming in the meal. Her flat eyebrows gradually condensed. Men eat... Is there such a gentle way? No, it''s not just gentle. Is there anyone who can eat like this? As the waiting time gradually lengthened and lengthened, the food on the plate became less and less, and the question mark in Ning Lan''s heart slowly increased. His dark eyes looked at Han Ming, from confusion to doubt to difference and surprise. He couldn''t help but blurt out and asked, "don''t you feel supported by eating so much?"