The reborn fat girl turns over

Chapter 733 White Card
An Mu's hand holding the soda can froze for a few seconds, and then replied, "I'm going to his grandpa's house."

"You didn't quarrel, did you?" Murong Yi asked again.

"Why do you ask that? We're fine. Why do you think so?" An Mu replied a little embarrassed.

Although he was facing his younger brother, An Mu didn't want to talk about his relationship problems.

"During dinner that day, he was not very friendly to me, and it was the same when I met Chu Tianli yesterday, that's why I asked this question."

Murong Yi laughed at himself and said: "It seems that the suitors around you are not very friendly to me."

"Where is there..." An Mu raised his head and took a sip of the beer in his hand.

The heat from the hot pot rose between the two of them, blurring their vision.

After An Mu ate a few mouthfuls of shabu-shabu in silence, he no longer had any taste.

It's not because of Murong Yi's question that upset her just now, but because she can't stop thinking about Situ Xuan, whether he is eating well, whether he is thinking about her...

When one thought is suppressed, another thought pops up...

However, she picked up her phone and checked several times, but there was still no news or call from Situ Xuan.

If An Mu was still angry when she came out of the company, now she was a little worried.

Is it really okay for him to keep shutting down like this?How are things handled in the company?
An Mu has already considered in his heart whether he should go to Ding Lihua and ask where Situ Xuan's grandfather's house is...

When Murong Yi saw the girl across from him absent-mindedly eating a few mouthfuls of vegetables, he stopped his chopsticks, picked up his phone and put it down again and again.

After repeating it several times, he finally couldn't help asking: "Sister? What's wrong with you? Is there anything else?"

"No."

An Mu shook his head, forced a smile and said, "It's just that I'm used to looking at my phone. You know, bow-heads..."

"It's not good to bow your head. Especially when eating."

Murong Yi put the boiled shrimp on An Mu's plate: "Eat well, you only ate a few bites of vegetables just now."

The shrimp on the plate is bright in color and looks very delicious.

But An Mu still couldn't bring up the taste, and said apologetically, "I'm full. So... I have to let down this delicious shrimp."

"You failed the shrimp? Why didn't you say you failed me?" Murong Yi was amused by her description.

However, Murong Yi soon thought of one thing, he remembered that Situ Xuan was obsessed with cleanliness.

It is said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Could it be that An Mu also has a cleanliness habit, so he couldn't help asking: "You don't also have a cleanliness habit, do you? If that's the case... then it's my fault."

"No, no, I didn't. It's just... I really don't have any appetite today." An Mu waved his hands and hurriedly clarified.

When Murong Yi saw what she said, he simply wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and called the waiter.

"Buy the order."

"Don't you eat?"

"I'm here to eat with you. Since you don't eat, I don't want to eat either."

When the waiter came to check out, he saw that the things on the plate on the table were hardly touched.

"Sir, the total is 420...excuse me, do you want to pack this dish?" the waiter asked kindly.

"Packing? Ha——" After hearing this, Murong Yi took out a pure white bank card from his wallet and handed it over, teasingly said: "Little sister, go and ask the person who holds this card to pack it. ?"

The waiter took the card that Murong Yi handed over, and walked to the bar with some doubts.

However, soon the waiter came back with the bill and bank card.

"Sir, your card." The waiter put the card on the table.

Murong Yi was a little surprised, because his white card was very noble, and every time he paid the bill in a five-star hotel, the waiter would show an expression of awe.

But why is the waiter in this hot pot restaurant so calm?

"Are you wondering why the waiter is not surprised by this white card?"

Seeing Murong Yi's expression when he took out his bank card, An Mu knew that he wanted to slap the waiter in the face on purpose.

Who told the waiter to ask Murong Yi, who is the most concerned about quality and face, the question of "packing".

"Well, but... she doesn't seem surprised at all."

Murong Yi was not surprised that it was fake, and sighed: "Sure enough, it's in province B, the waiters in a small hotpot restaurant are so indifferent."

"Hahaha..." An Mu was about to die of laughter.

The two walked out of the hot pot restaurant. An Mu didn't rush into the elevator, but took advantage of the fact that the greeters at the door were not paying attention, grabbed Murong Yi by the arm and pulled him around to the "kitchen" of the hot pot restaurant.

"What are you doing here?" Murong Yi asked with a frown.

The back kitchen of this hot pot restaurant is greasy everywhere, which looks extremely unappetizing.

"Don't you want to know why the waiter isn't curious about your bank card?" An Mu asked slyly.

"We can find out by going to the kitchen?" Murong Yi was interested now.

An Mu took a few steps and pointed to the front: "The front is the cash register, there are not many people at the moment, let's go over and see if we can hear the answer? Well, if the waiter is not a gossip, then we still have to go Oh, it came back with success."

But it was obvious that An Mu was very lucky. As soon as she and Murong Yi walked to the entrance of the restaurant, they heard the conversation between the cashier and the waiter.

"That man thought he could just pretend to be handsome. B? Take out a white bank card and pull it like that?" The waiter's face was flushed, as if he had been wronged a lot.

"I think that person seems to be of mixed blood." The cashier thought of the silhouette of the table guests he saw just now, don't look too good-looking.

The waiter snorted lightly: "Cut, mixed with wool? Maybe it's just made out and added a color contact lens."

Hearing this, An Mu looked up at Murong Yi beside him with great sympathy.

However, he was quite calm, but his eyebrows were raised a little high.

Obviously, he didn't expect to be despised by the waiter.

"I don't think it looks like it...doesn't it look so natural?" The cashier expressed doubts.

"It must be a trick. I think that girl is just an ordinary person. She probably wants to cheat. P."

The waiter had a big brain, and continued to complain: "You said, if you take a bank card, you should take a black card. What kind of white card should you take? It's ridiculous!"

"But...speaking of it, I've never seen that white card, and it looks very different to the touch..." the cashier recalled.

An Mu was enjoying hearing this, but Murong Yi pulled his wrist out of the back kitchen.

"What? Are you angry?" An Mu said with a wicked smile.

"It's the first time I've heard someone comment on me like that." Murong Yi replied with a tense face.

Someone would say that his white card is not as good as the black card?

Then he still has a purple silk card in his wallet, isn't it even worse than a black card?
I really don't know.

Murong Yi who left sullenly didn't know that if he stayed for a few minutes longer, he would hear the waiter's exclamation.

Because the cashier always felt that the white card was very unusual, so he curiously searched the Internet for the origin of this card.

After this search, both the waiter and she exclaimed, it turned out that the handsome man really has some identity.

The waiter patted his chest and confessed: "God! This man is really a slob... If he comes next time, I will definitely apologize to him..."

"A person with this status should never come again..." the cashier said with some emotion.

(End of this chapter)