She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 440 "Have you been blackmailed?"

Hearing the movement at the door, the waiter in the lobby who was in charge of welcoming and guiding the way also raised a smiling face, turned around and greeted him: "Welcome light..."

Before the word "Guest" came out, like the last waiter, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The waiter stared dumbfounded at the woman approaching him... no, this man... not right, this person.

An expression of seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

A neat cut with two stripes shaved, oversized breasts, exquisite false eyelashes and flaming red lips, an extremely eye-catching sexy long dress, and a height of nearly 1.8 meters...

All of these are combined, no, they are concentrated on one person, and it looks extraordinarily weird.

This waiter boy is not very old, perhaps because he has little experience and poor psychological quality, he was stunned for half a minute before he forced his eyes to move away from his mummified arm, and stumbled out a sentence. Completion: "... light, presence."

After a pause again, the waiter brother pinched his palm, forced himself to show a standard smile, and said, "Beautiful..."

Before shouting out, the waiter brother stopped the car in time.

No, I'm sorry for this guest's breasts.

So, the waiter brother changed his name: "Handsome..."

The words were just out of the mouth again, and the waiter brother slammed on the brakes again.

Handsome guys are even worse, I'm sorry this guest is wearing such a beautiful long skirt.

In the end, the waiter waited for a long time before he could say: "...God, how many are you?"

Customer is god.

Since you can't call a handsome guy or a beautiful girl, it must be right to call God.

But in fact, the waiter brother really wanted to say at this moment, "Oh my god, old man, did you see that I was lazy and didn't work yesterday, so you specially sent someone to test me?"

"Four people." He Xiangyang didn't get such a complicated mental activity, so he casually glanced into the hall and replied.

"Then please come this way." The waiter brother leaned over and led the way.

They sat down at a place near the window. At 05:30, it was time to eat. There were quite a few people in the restaurant. He Xiangyang's contradictory attire was really eye-catching, and naturally attracted many people. Strange look.

Cheng Xu couldn't bear it anymore, and discussed with him: "Yangyang, why don't you take off your skirt?"

He Xiangyang was lowering his head to peel the shrimp, without raising his head, he replied, "Why, do I want to eat with you naked?"

"..."

Why is it that Xiangyang was wrapped into a mummy of the same style as an Egyptian pharaoh, and without any delay, he flipped his fingers, quickly peeled off a crayfish, stuffed it into his mouth, and then picked up the second one.

"Of course, we art students do sometimes draw nude bodies in class, but we don't have to go out for a meal, we have to be naked, right?" Er's peeled the second crayfish and threw it into his mouth.

"Naked body? Did you really draw this in class?" Cheng Xu was instantly aroused by this, and he didn't bother to worry about his skirt. He asked enthusiastically, "Is that the model? You have to take turns to undress Are you on stage?"

"..." When He Xiangyang was peeling the third crayfish, he finally had time to look up at him, "Brother, are you sure you want to discuss this with me during dinner?"

"We are all adults, so what does it matter if you talk a little sexually?" Cheng Xu waved his hand, not taking it seriously at all.

"Okay, stop." It was Jing Xing who stopped the colorful topic, "You two want to discuss nude sketching, go home and close the door, discuss slowly, in front of my little girl, please restrain yourself Son."

He Xiangyang: "..."

What do you two want to discuss?
He didn't want to discuss this topic with Cheng Xu at all.

With Cheng Xu as a topic maker, the atmosphere at the dinner table will never be cold, and soon, they brought up other topics.

"Looking at the news channel recently, there are many incidents of low-grade students being blackmailed by social guys. I wonder if I need to learn some self-defense skills?" Cheng Xu said.

Jing Xing raised his eyes and asked with great interest, "Why, you were blackmailed?"

Cheng Xu was very far-sighted, and said in a proactive way: "Not yet, but am I taking precautions before they happen?"

Jing Xing casually put a plate of prawns in front of the small glutinous rice dumpling, then took off the disposable gloves on his hands, wiped his fingers with a wet towel, and said slowly: "You don't have to worry about that. , the social guy will not blackmail girls who are easy to bully, but blackmail you, a big man?"

Isn't this sick?

"Brother, you can't say that, just look at my sister Qingyou's strength, how can you still say that girls are easy to bully?" Cheng Xu pouted in the direction of his sister Qingyou, and said sincerely He sighed, "I found out that compared to Sister Qingyou, I'm just a waste of fighting scum."

Lin Qingyou who was suddenly cueed: "..."

It seems that at the beginning of school last year, her sassy skill of knocking down three yellow-haired boys left an indelible impression on him.

Cheng Xu said again: "So, for a weak man like me who has no strength to restrain a chicken, he still has to learn some martial arts, such as taekwondo, judo, etc., maybe when it will come in handy .”

"I think so too. It's really useful to learn some self-defense techniques." He Xiangyang continued, "I remember one time when I went to fight someone, I jumped up and it was a beautiful 360-degree roundabout kick."

Cheng Xu became interested: "And then? You kicked him away?"

He Xiangyang's tone was slightly regretful: "No, in the end I missed the kick, twisted my waist, and blackmailed him twenty-eight thousand."

Cheng Xu: "..."

Cheng Xu looked over in disbelief: "Brother, is your waist made of gold?"

Compared with this dramatic development, he seemed to be more curious about He Xiangyang's golden waist.

Cheng Xu: "It's just a twist of the waist, the medical expenses are so expensive?"

"No, it's not just the waist." He Xiangyang swallowed the beer in his mouth, and said to him with his fingers, "There is also a soft tissue contusion on the back, plus a slight concussion."

"No, wait a minute—" Cheng Xu couldn't understand, "Didn't you sprain your waist? Why did you have a slight concussion again?"

"Because when he spun and jumped in the air, he fell down with his head down."

This time it was Jing Xing who spoke, with a somewhat speechless and headache expression on his face.

How could He Xiangyang have the nerve to mention this matter?
(End of this chapter)