She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 547
The largest scale is also limited to the hem of the clothes lifted up, revealing half of the thin waist.

Lin Qingyou closed her eyes, feeling that the scene of seeing him bare-backed in front of the bathroom just now was lingering in front of her eyes.

The young man's shoulder blades protruded slightly, his spine was beautiful and distinct, and his back slightly stretched into a neat arc when he bent over.

Ah, she really wanted to take him to a Chinese medicine clinic for cupping.

Putting aside the messy thoughts in her head, Lin Qingyou pulled up her collar and remembered her serious business.

plate.

Chef Cheng is still waiting for a new plate.

"Jing Xing?" She knocked on the bathroom door and listened to the sound coming from inside.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped immediately.

"Huh?" Jing Xing's voice was mixed with damp water vapor and came out through the glass.

Lin Qingyou: "Cheng Xu asked, where are his newly bought plates?"

"The third floor." Jing Xing said, "In the cabinet next to the window in the storage room."

Lin Qingyou went to the third floor to look for dishes, and soon found a box of tableware that hadn't been disassembled at the place he said.

Lin Qingyou closed the cabinet door, then went downstairs with the tableware in her arms.

Cheng Xu was thinking sadly whether he should serve the pot directly on the table as a plate, but when he turned around, he saw the plate he was thinking of, and quickly took it: "Ah! Plate!"

Lin Qingyou helped him unpack the gift box together.

Cheng Xu asked her while putting the new tableware into the dishwasher: "Sister Qingyou, have you been upstairs? I went to the second floor just now and called you and Brother Xing, but I didn't hear any response."

Lin Qingyou paused when she took the plate, then shook her head decisively: "No, I'm on the third floor, and this box of tableware is stored in the storage room on the third floor."

"I said so." Cheng Xu had no doubts about him.

"By the way, where is my brother? Haven't come down yet?" Cheng Xu asked again.

"He's taking a shower." Lin Qingyou replied casually.

"Still washing? How long has it been washing? Are you afraid of washing off the skin?"

"No." Lin Qingyou said, "I finished washing just now, so I went to wash it again."

"Ah?" Cheng Xu wondered, why wash it again?
When Jing Xing came down, Cheng Xu and Liang Jidong had already put the food on the table, the birthday cake was placed in the middle, and the candles hadn't been wiped on it yet.

Lin Qingyou hugged Qiyue who jumped onto the dining table and put her on the ground.

Jing Xing went down the last flight of stairs and walked towards the restaurant.

He was still wearing the same black jeans, but his back was not exposed, and he was wearing a white short-sleeve. His hair was wet and half-dried.

Cheng Xu was holding a candle and was about to put it on the birthday cake. Hearing the movement behind him, he looked back and shouted, "Brother, what are you doing? Why are you taking a bath again?"

Jing Xing pulled the chair away casually, glanced at him, and said, "My great-grandfather lived to be 98 years old."

Cheng Xu: "Huh?"

What does this have to do with bathing?
"Because he takes a bath often?" Cheng Xu guessed.

"No." Jing Xing lazily narrowed his eyes and said, "It's because he doesn't meddle in other people's business."

Cheng Xu: "..."

Cheng Xu moved his mouth, and when he wanted to say something more, he stuffed a beef ball into his mouth concisely and promptly, and said, "You talk a lot, let's eat your meal."

Inserting nineteen candles on the cake and lighting them, He Xiangyang ran to turn off the lights.

Jing Xing never made a wish on his birthday, and this year's birthday wish also fell on Lin Qingyou.

After making their wish, they blew out the candles together.

"Sister Qingyou, what wish did you make?" Cheng Xu looked at her pious expression and asked curiously.

Lin Qingyou opened her eyes: "I hope that everyone can work together to build socialism and realize the development goal of a well-off society in an all-round way as soon as possible."

"..." It was rare for Cheng Xu not to know what to say.

Well, very positive and uplifting, quite contemporary.

Modern society lacks such enlightened people with profound thoughts.

"Brother Xing, here is a birthday present." Cheng Xu said while taking out a beautiful packing box from under the dining table.

Jing Xing glanced at the outer packaging, and it was quite normal just to look at the gift box, but since Cheng Xu said to him with great interest before, "Brother, I want to give you a gentle and considerate gift", Jing Xing still didn't dare to trade. Hastily opened.

Jing Xing didn't know what kind of gift could be described by words like "gentle" and "considerate", which are obviously used to describe people.

Seeing that he didn't take it apart, Cheng Xu put it away, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, don't you want to take it apart and have a look?"

"..."

Jing Xing said: "In order to show that I value the gift you gave me, I decided to go and see it in private later in the evening."

"No need!" Cheng Xu didn't appreciate his good intentions at all, and waved his hand, "I have already felt the importance you attach to it, you can just open it now, and let everyone see how big the gift I gave eclectic."

Jing Xing: "..."

Although, Jing Xing still wanted to say something, eclectic is not used in this way.

After opening the gift box, several heads leaned over. After seeing the contents inside, several people had different expressions on their faces.

Only Cheng Xu was beaming as if he had married a new wife: "How about it, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

"..."

Jing Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, there is no indescribable picture, and the gift looks like a piece of clothing, which is normal.

Lin Qingyou picked up the clothes in the gift box and shook them out.

Jian Jie let out a huh, and couldn't help complaining: "What is this, why does it look so much like a prison uniform?"

He Xiangyang answered: "With all due respect, I think it's the same. It's the kind of prison uniform that prisoners in prisons wear in American dramas."

Liang Jidong followed closely: "Who designed this? Don't talk about the color, let's just talk about the stripes. It's almost the same style as a prison uniform."

"What prison uniform?" Cheng Xu was dissatisfied, and shouted, "This is a high-end aristocratic private custom-made mink pajamas. It is the same style as the male models in international fashion magazines. It is a limited edition. There are only ten sets in the world."

Jing Xing: "..."

Well, that's great, it seems that there are nine other people in the same style of prison pajamas as him, and they are not alone, Jing Xing thought with a blank expression.

Selfishly, Lin Qingyou thought it looked like a prison uniform. This fashion magazine often advertised on TV, so she had also seen this pajamas on TV.

How should I put it, the thing that Cheng Xu bought is not exactly the same as the seller's show that was advertised on the TV, but it can also be said to have nothing to do with it.

Seeing that Lin Qingyou hadn't spoken, Cheng Xu turned around and asked her, "Sister Qingyou, what do you think of my gift?"

After receiving three negative votes in a row, Cheng Xu desperately needed a beautiful lie to make up for his trauma, and his sister Qingyou always gave people face.

(End of this chapter)