Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 792

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the female anchor stood in front of the screen with great interest, shouting loudly,
"Okay, babies, the countdown starts now, five!"

"Four, three, two, one, start buying!"

With the last order from the hostess, a big stone in Menglan's heart exploded. She subconsciously squeezed the mouse and clicked back and forth on the shopping cart.

But there were too many people snapping up, no matter how much she clicked, she couldn't enter the main page.

But this is also a good sign, at least it shows that the sales volume is very objective.

Five minutes later, in the live broadcast room, the female anchor suddenly screamed, "Oh my God, this is too incredible. Our shopping carts have all been robbed."

"Oh my god, the babies are so awesome!"

After listening, Meng Lan's heart trembled heavily, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

Immediately, she opened the shopping cart again, but when she saw the sales volume marked as "0", she was really shocked.

The audience in the live broadcast room were still scrolling through the comments.

Xiaobai: That's great. After a lot of effort, I finally got it.

Michelin's sorrow: tears of bitterness, my wife just took a fancy to this couple outfit, and said that if she couldn't get it, she would divorce me. Huh, it seems that my marriage is saved.

Worker: Upstairs, we share the same fate, but the new products launched by Feng's Group this time are indeed very high-quality, much better than their previous products.

"..."

Seeing the comments in the comment area praising her design works, the corners of Meng Lan's lips raised slightly, and all the haze of the past few days was completely dispelled.

Finally, you're done.

It seems that she didn't come to Haicheng for nothing this time.

"Ding Dong—" At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

After hearing the movement, Meng Lan frowned, and her heart was full of surprise.

It's so late, who will come to her house?

Wanting to think about it, Menglan still put on her slippers and walked towards the door. She stretched out her hand and pushed the door open. When she saw the man standing at the door, her eyes suddenly sank.

Feng Mu was wearing casual clothes at home, carrying two big bags of food in his hand, he explained with a smile,
"I don't know how to eat it yet. I have prepared some crayfish and supper. Would you like to eat them together?"

"..."

Meng Lan frowned tightly, she was about to close the door subconsciously.

But Feng Mu had anticipated her reaction, and reached out his hand in time, pressing on the door tightly.

"Let go!" Meng Lan couldn't move no matter how hard she pushed, she glared at Feng Mu angrily, as if looking at an enemy.

"You hate me that much?" Feng Mu's tone was a little helpless.

"Otherwise?" Meng Lan sneered, "Are you here to seek justice for your precious fiancee? Then I advise you, don't waste your efforts in vain, I will never apologize to her."

"You calm down."

Feng Mu pressed the door frame hard with his palm, and refused to let go no matter what, "In your eyes, I'm just so ruthless?"

Meng Lan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Seeing that she fell silent, Feng Mu shook the food bag in his hand again, and reminded her softly, "Don't worry, I'm here to celebrate with you this time. The new clothing of Feng's Group was sold out as soon as it came out. It’s all thanks to you.”

After listening, Meng Lan showed shock,

"It's as simple as celebrating?"

"if not?"

"..."

For a moment, Meng Lan showed embarrassment and coughed embarrassingly.

Suddenly, I felt a little stingy.

After all, he came here with good intentions to bring her something to celebrate, but she not only refused to let Feng Mu in, she didn't even open the door for him.

"Let me in now?" Feng Mu lowered his eyes, staring at Menglan's face for a long time, and refused to move away, "I ordered a lot of food, and I couldn't finish it by myself. I'll go."

"...Then you come in."

Meng Lan coughed heavily a few times, and finally turned her body away to let him walk into the room.

After all, they were already standing at the door, so it wouldn't look good to keep him out.

And Feng Mu was not polite, he walked in with steady steps as if he had come to his own home.

Immediately, he put the food bag in his hand on the table, and took out the crayfish and some barbecue and other night snacks inside, and suddenly a strong fragrance came to his nostrils.

Meng Lan didn't feel hungry at first, but when she smelled the aroma of food, all the gluttons in her stomach were lured out.

"Are you watching the live broadcast too?"

Feng Mu glanced at the sofa, the computer was not turned off, and the live broadcast was just playing.

Seeing this, Meng Lan quickly trotted over and shut down the computer with a "snap".

"No, I just took a look at it casually. It was quite boring, so I didn't continue to look at it."

"Oh?" Feng Mu's lips curled up slightly, and he gestured to the beer bottle next to him with his eyes, "What's the matter with the beer, it must be boring to drink while watching the live broadcast."

"..." Meng Lan couldn't help raising her hand, caressing her forehead.

Damn.

She didn't expect that Feng Mu would suddenly come to her for supper, and he didn't pack anything, it was extremely embarrassing.

"Aren't you here for supper?" Meng Lan clenched her teeth.

"Of course." Feng Mu replied seriously.

He didn't see anything, he sat on a chair as if he was at home, put on his gloves, and began to peel the crayfish, and he didn't forget to ask her in a deep voice, "Is there any more beer?"

"Yes, I have."

"have a drink?"

"..."

"Don't you dare?" Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Feng Mu raised his eyes and glanced at her, with a deep sense of ridicule in his eyes, "Could it be that you are afraid that you won't be able to drink me?"

Depend on!
Menglan was aroused with a strong possessive desire, so without thinking about her words, she directly confessed, "Who is afraid? When I have been in the company for so many years to socialize with the boss, I have a lot of alcohol? Drink it drink!"

As she spoke, she took out the box of beer from the storage cabinet in the kitchen.

"Tell me, how to drink!"

Meng Lan asked boldly, obviously with the posture of going to a big fight.

Seeing her suddenly aroused fighting spirit, the corners of Feng Mu's lips curled slightly, and his tone was full of affection, "You decide."

And Menglan was going to convince him completely this time, so naturally she wouldn't back down, so she racked her brains and thought about it, then trotted to the cabinet and took out a game turntable.

"Then let's use the turntable to decide." She pointed to the words on the turntable, "The winner is determined by guessing the fist, whoever loses will turn the wheel, how many cups will be ordered to drink, how about drinking less?"

After the words were finished, Feng Mu lowered his eyes and looked at the turntable.

In addition to the number of cups to drink, the words on the turntable also contain some other game punishments, such as singing, kissing the wall, and drinking glasses of wine.

Of course, the most important punishment is...the loser has to choose someone to kiss.

(End of this chapter)