After the first movie: the president's husband takes it home

Chapter 201 Can You Eat It?

Song Chujiu heard the voice next to her, and Fat Mei naturally heard it too.

She frowned: "The table next to you can order braised chicken, but we can't order two vegetables here?"

"Is this how you treat guests?"

Fat Mei's complexion was not very good-looking.

She stood in front of Song Chujiu with her hips akimbo, with a protective expression on her face.

Didn't notice anything...wrong.

Song Chujiu sat on the chair, glanced at Fat Mei, and knew what they said today that this restaurant would not serve them anymore.

She chuckled lightly, blinked, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's sit at the head office for a while."

"Just give us two pots of tea."

"Whenever the next door leaves, we will leave."

Song Chujiu squinted her eyes, showing no intention of leaving.

The waiter standing at the door only felt a chill down his spine.

The pressure of that shot from behind made her almost cry.

Her face was full of embarrassment, and she didn't know what to say, so she had to retreat with a bitter expression.

A few minutes later, the door opened again.

A waiter came up with a pot of tea.

She lowered her head, with a hint of apprehension on her face.

Upon closer inspection, her legs were still trembling a little.

Bang—she put the tray on the table.

After putting it on the table, she didn't even bring down the teapot or the tray, and left like a gust of wind.

It was as if there was...a scourge behind him.

The teacup wobbled a little before standing still.

Fat Mei was startled, took the teapot off the tray, and complained in a low voice: "The current waiters are really unprofessional."

"I don't even help pour tea, really..."

She raised her head, and when she saw a tall and slender figure in a black windbreaker at the door, she swallowed the second half of the sentence with a look of astonishment.

Clang—the teapot in her hand fell to the table.

The teapot rattled.
When Song Chujiu saw Fat Mei's actions, she raised her eyebrows and turned her head calmly.

Her fox eyes immediately met with the man's sharp and imposing long and narrow red phoenix eyes.

Zhilan Yushu, domineering.

The temperature in the whole room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Song Chujiu, however, had a seductive smile, lay back in the chair as if boneless, and said lazily, "Hey, Mr. Jiang."

"Come here for supper?"

"But you're late, I don't know which bastard cut off all the food from my mother just now."

"There is no food."

When Song Chujiu was talking about the bastard, the fox stared at Jiang Chenxi fiercely, with a slight mocking smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Looking from the bottom up, his chin was perfectly curved, his thin lips moved slightly, and a cold and deep voice sounded.

"Song Chujiu."

"Ok?"

Her voice has a pick at the end of the sentence, with a hint of lazy and charming flavor.

Very attractive.

"Didn't eat enough?"

She blinked and touched her belly: "It's a little bit."

"Come with me, let you eat enough."

The man's chin over there is so perfect and handsome that it looks like a work of art carefully carved by God.

There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and a pair of red and phoenix eyes stared straight at Song Chujiu.

Jiang Chenxi's eyes vaguely carried a few traces of fiery possessiveness that he hadn't noticed.

She lay back on the chair and said with a smile, "Can I eat anything?"

Jiang Chenxi: "Yes."

"You can eat anything."

She looked at Jiang Chenxi, and said casually: "Then... can I eat you too?"

A pair of eyes are so charming that they seem to be able to ecstasy.

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　　(Jiang Chenxi: Lie down.)
　　(Jiang Chenxi: Come and eat.)
　　(PS: By the way, why do you all say repetition, where did you repeat it.........)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)