She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 646 Lin Qingyou

Xiangxiang?

Jing Xing recalled his impression of the name, it seems to be Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's roommate?
"What did she say?" Jing Xing asked again.

Lin Qingyou answered every question: "She said that after she won the lottery, she would go to the best red light district in Xiangzhou for us, find the best duck shop, and call each of us the top male model." .”

"..."

Ah, this is really a good roommate in China. It can be said that one person has achieved the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascended to heaven, Jing Xing thought with a blank face.

At this time, Lin Qingyou touched his face again and said, "Look, Xiangxiang really didn't lie to us, and really bought us a man."

"..."

After three seconds of silence, Jing Xing broke off her hand pinching his face.

What's the matter with this little dumpling? He already has a boyfriend, so why is he still thinking about the male model her roommate bought for her after he got rich?
Although the male model refers to himself now, Jing Xing still feels a little poached for no reason.

Seeing that her hand was torn off, Lin Qingyou suddenly became unhappy, she kicked her foot on his thigh, and said arrogantly: "Call your boss!"

"Huh?" Jing Xing didn't keep up with her rhythm, seeing her suddenly turned his face, he asked a little bit dumbfounded, "What do you want our boss to do?"

Lin Qingyou raised her chin slightly: "I want to complain to you."

Jing Xing: "?"

Let me touch you, let me pinch you, why are you complaining about him now?
While Jing Xing couldn't laugh or cry, he also felt that he was wronged: "Why do you complain to me?"

Lin Qingyou resolutely defended her legal rights as a consumer, raised her chin and said firmly, "Because your service attitude is not good."

"……what?"

Seeing her serious expression, Jing Xing wanted to laugh, but felt that it would be too embarrassing for her to laugh at this time, so he coughed and suppressed the smile.

"I've cooperated so much, isn't this service attitude not good?"

Lin Qingyou took it for granted: "Not good."

"That's fine." Jing Xing nodded in a good manner, "What do you think is wrong with my attitude? I'll change it."

"It's not good anywhere." Lin Qingyou said with a stern face, very vengeful, "I won't let you touch it."

"I won't let you touch it?" Jing Xing's brows raised even higher, and he said amusedly, "Little Nuomituan, you're still being unreasonable, isn't it you who touched and pinched me just now?"

"It's me." Lin Qingyou didn't deny this point, and there was a twisting but after this sentence.

"But," she said, "you broke my hand away, and you won't let me touch it later."

Seemingly feeling that she had a good reason, she looked up at him and threatened dryly, "I'm going to give you a bad review."

Jing Xing couldn't hold back, the tip of his tongue pressed against his palate, and he laughed lowly.

He didn't care about her threat of bad reviews, but it was interesting to see her reaction, and he was happy to cooperate.

"Okay," he licked the corner of his lips, leaned forward, nodded and said, "I'll touch it for you."

"It's late." Lin Qingyou snorted, and refused very virtuously, "I don't want to touch it now."

"Okay, it's fine if you don't touch it." Jing Xing seemed to know his professionalism now, and asked again with an excellent service attitude, "Then what do you want to do?"

Lin Qingyou sat on the bed, looked at him with her arms crossed, looked him up and down for half a minute, then raised her chin, and instructed like a big leader: "Take off your clothes."

Jing Xing: "?"

Jing Xing raised his head to look at her.

"What are you looking at me for?" Lin Qingyou continued to give the highest order as a guest without changing her expression, "I said, take off your clothes."

"..."

"Still taking it off? Otherwise, I will do it myself."

"..."

Jing Xing took a deep breath, swallowed his breath and said, "Okay, I'll take it off."

Lin Qingyou was quite satisfied with his answer: "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

"..."

Jing Xing raised his hand and grabbed the hem of the sweater, and took off the top.

When he was going out just now, he was in a hurry. He didn't change his white short sleeves, so he put on a sweater and a hoodie and went out.

Now the outer sweater hoodie is off, and there is still a short sleeve inside.

Lin Qingyou propped her chin with one hand, stared at him for a while, then reached out and grabbed the sweater he took off, threw it aside, and said casually: "Take it off again."

"..."

Jing Xing didn't say anything, he tugged at the hem of the short sleeves, and took off the short sleeves in twos and threes.

Lin Qingyou took his short sleeves in a gentle manner, and continued to give instructions: "Keep taking it off."

She pointed to the trousers he was wearing, and kindly reminded: "There are still trousers."

"..."

Jing Xing doesn't follow her anymore.

Seeing him not moving, Lin Qingyou wrinkled her nose: "Why don't you take it off?"

"..."

Jing Xing looked up at her silently, why don't you take it off?
"Then call your boss over." For his lack of cooperation, Lin Qingyou repeated the old trick, pointing at him and saying, "If you don't continue to take off, I will complain to you."

"..."

The corners of Jing Xing's eyes twitched, and he said casually, "Don't shout, I'm the boss, and I opened the shop."

As if she didn't expect him to answer this way, Lin Qingyou was taken aback: "Really?"

"Really." Jing Xing nodded without changing his expression.

Seeing him nodding, Lin Qingyou stopped talking and stared at him for a while without blinking.

Just when Jing Xing thought that she was going to lose her temper again, she suddenly changed her tone, stretched out her hand to pat his head with pity, and said, "Then you really worked hard."

"……what?"

This change of attitude was faster than the drastic changes in Eastern Europe and the disintegration of the Soviet Union. Jing Xing was stunned by her words and couldn't understand for a while.

What are you working hard for?
Lin Qingyou rubbed his head as if to appease a puppy, and said with a sincere and sincere expression: "Look, you have become the boss, yet you still have to work so hard to pick up customers yourself."

"..."

"I'll send you a pennant during the Chinese New Year, okay? I've thought about what to write on it, and I just wrote 'Love and dedication, first-class service, industry model in the red light district, model of the duck shop generation', um, I have to add two bunches roses."

"..."

Jing Xing laughed angrily at her.

WTF?

The industry model in the red zone, the model of the duck shop? ? ?
Is this a compliment to him, or is it hurting him?
The more Lin Qingyou thought about it, the more she felt that her idea was quite good, she nodded her head: "Flowers and pennants, only in this way can it be worthy of your hard work."

"..."

Jing Xing lowered his eyes, stared straight at her, and spoke in a deep and slow voice, saying each word: "No, hard, hard."

"Why don't you work hard?" Lin Qingyou stretched out her hand, and touched his deep and distinct collarbone with pity, "You see, you are tired and thin."

"..."

Jing Xing took a deep breath, and then said with humiliation: "It's nothing, serving the people, it should be."

I don't know why, but the sentence "should be" sounds like gnashing of teeth, as if it was squeezed out of the gap between the teeth.

But after hearing Jing Xing's words of serving the people, Lin Qingyou seemed to have caught his braids suddenly, and suddenly changed the subject, raising her tone: "Then why don't you continue taking off?!"

Jing Xing was dumbfounded again: "...Huh?"

Lin Qingyou pointed at him: "Didn't you say it? You should do it. Since it is what you should do, why don't you listen to me?"

"..."

Jing Xing couldn't keep up with her rhythm.

Xiao Nuomi Duanzi said before that he was fast, and his [-] speed was not enough in front of her rocket car.

Before doing it herself, Lin Qingyou asked again very democratically: "Okay, then I will give you two choices now, one is to take it off yourself, and the other is to take it off for you."

"..."

Jing Xing sighed heavily, and said in a deliberative tone, "Honey, can I choose three?"

"What is three?"

"The third is - turn off the lights and go to bed."

At the same time as the voice fell, Jing Xing turned off the chandelier in the room, leaving only a dim night light by the bed to come out.

"No." Lin Qingyou didn't care about his action of turning off the lights, but flatly refused, "The money is spent, so it's worth it."

"Then, shall I refund your money?"

Lin Qingyou looked at him, and reminded: "There are regulations in the consumer law, and you will pay three for a fake."

Jing Xing nodded indifferently: "OK."

Not to mention paying three, as long as she can be coaxed to sleep, ten or a hundred will be paid.

He took a denim jacket when he went out today, and when he came back, he saw that the little glutinous rice dumpling was cold, so he put it on her body. Right now, she was hanging the denim jacket on the floor hanger at the door.

Jing Xing got up and walked over, took out the wallet from his pocket, pulled out two bank cards, and handed them to her between his fingertips: "I'll pay you."

Lin Qingyou didn't answer, she tilted her head to look at him, and said slowly, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who can be easily bought by money?"

Jing Xing was speechless: "..."

She didn't even look at the card he handed over, but just stared at him: "I want people, not money."

"..."

Although this sounds quite touching, but——

Jing Xing still wanted to say a but.

But the phrase "I want people, not money" is a bit out of place in this situation where he just wants to put her to sleep quickly.

Jing Xing sighed, with a bit of a headache: "Honey, although I'm very touched by what you said, but..."

Without waiting for him to come up with something, Lin Qingyou took his words naturally: "No need, as long as you know I'm good, so, baby, you should continue to take off your pants."

Jing Xing: "..."

What she was going to say was directly suppressed by her robbing, and it was the first time that Jing Xing realized that there were times when he had nothing to say.

"Still taking off?"

"..."

"Okay, then I will do it myself."

"..."

Lin Qingyou nodded involuntarily, and decided to be self-reliant.

She threw away the two bank cards between his fingers, then raised her hand, and pressed his deep collarbone gently.

(End of this chapter)