The Queen of Gossip

"Forget it, I've come here, it would be impolite to leave temporarily." Su Wanqing knew in her heart that some people would not give up until they achieved their goals.

The two sat side by side at the dining table, had a toast, and served each other's dishes affectionately as if there was no one else around.

"Young Master Luo, you can also pinch some for Mechelle, you can see that she's really enjoying it." Ning Junyu joked with a smile.

"Let me do it." Su Wanqing stood up, deliberately picked up a soft-shelled turtle from the center, and put it on Mechelle's dinner plate.

She cast a meaningful look, and the corners of her lips slightly curled up: "This is our Chinese specialty, steamed soft-shelled turtle, nourishing yin and clearing fire, it is very suitable for you."

Mechelle couldn't shirk it in front of the crowd, so she took a piece with chopsticks, put it in her mouth and tasted it, and she seemed to think it tasted good.

When all the people were toasting each other and talking about each other, Su Wanqing also toasted Mechelle and said quietly: "I forgot to tell you, the soft-shelled turtle has another name, the old turtle, which is commonly known as the bastard. .”

"You..." Mechelle's face turned blue, and she whispered, "Su Wanqing, do you dare to scold me?"

She raised her eyebrows, with a smile on her lips, without saying a word.

Whoever recognizes it belongs to him, so what does it have to do with her?

Mechelle's face darkened, and her blue eyes shone with a strange light.

"What are you doing?" Luo Xichen frowned displeasedly, "Don't pull my hand under the table!"

He subconsciously threw her away, but he moved too much, which attracted the attention of the people around him.

Mechelle immediately made an aggrieved expression, looked at Luo Xichen pitifully, and said, "Lucifer, how can you be so indifferent to others, so many people are watching."

Ning Junyu immediately came out to smooth things over: "Mechelle, you don't know that. In China, girls can't be so active. Boys will be very embarrassed if you do this."

"No, in Italy, it's very romantic for couples to hold hands under the dining table." Mechelle pouted her sexy thick lips, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"I said, are you two enough? Are you still showing your affection?"

"Really, let the couple who are intoxicated in their own world die, haha!"

The people at the dinner table naturally interpreted Mechelle's behavior as a show of sweetness.

Su Wanqing's heart turned cold again, and her expression was not very good-looking.

At this moment, a generous big hand suddenly covered her hand.

The left hand rests on the lap, hidden by the tablecloth, so no one can see it at all.

As soon as Su Wanqing's heart warmed up, she started beating "thump, bang, bang" and struggled for a while, but couldn't break free at all, he was using too much force.

She looked at him with some surprise.

There was a dazzling smile on his lips, and the light in his ice blue eyes seemed to say: You can't escape.

Whether it's Mechelle's deliberate showing off and being good, or the teasing of friends at the dinner table, suddenly, it's not so harsh.

Su Wanqing thought, just let them make trouble.

Her determination to be with Xichen will not be shaken by such a trivial matter.

Luo Xichen brought her some vegetables, took the opportunity to whisper in her ear, "Wan Qing, I miss you very much."

At this moment, she believed that she heard the most beautiful voice in the world.