The beautiful man comes to pick up the trick: the witch Mu Nianxi

Chapter 102
Mu Nianxi got out of the car and looked at Ling Yihan's expression, without any reluctance, she followed closely, and the two walked into the noisy KFC together.

"What do you want to eat?" Ling Yihan lowered his head and asked Mu Nianxi.

"You want to stand in line?" Mu Nianxi asked uncertainly.

"If you don't queue up, will the waiter deliver it to our table?" Ling Yihan gave Mu Nianxi a squinting look.

Mu Nianxi smiled, and said "shyly": "Ling Yihan, since you are so polite, then I will not be polite."

Ling Yihan glanced at Mu Nianxi indifferently, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, he was really curious what she looked like when she was polite.

Then I heard her say: "I want a hamburger, two egg tarts, a pair of grilled wings, and then... an old Beijing, uh, that's all."

"That's all?" Ling Yihan looked at her with a deeper smile.

"Yeah." Mu Nianxi nodded, she felt something was wrong with his smile.

"Mu Nianxi, I didn't expect you to be so good at eating."

Mu Nianxi frowned slightly, then looked at Ling Yihan very unhappy and said, "My appetite is already small, okay? Other girls eat twice as much as I do." Which girl likes to be called a good eater?She can only eat a little bit.

Ling Yihan shook his head, as if he didn't listen to Mu Nianxi's words, Mu Nianxi snorted and said, "I'll sit next to you and wait for you, hurry up, I'm starving."

She knew she couldn't be angry with him.

Mu Nianxi sat bored, put one hand on the dining table and supported his chin with his arm, looked at Ling Yihan who was queuing up, Ling Yihan put his hands in his trouser pockets, his expression was indifferent, not at all uncomfortable.

It's a pity to let such a handsome boy queue up. She could see the girls on the side secretly looking at Ling Yihan and whispering in low voices. Such places line up.

What was even more ridiculous was that the girl standing in front of Ling Yihan automatically gave way to him, and ran behind him to peek at him while queuing.

But the person concerned was indifferent at all, with a cold expression, as if someone owed him.

What a scourge!Beautiful men are the scourge!
(End of this chapter)