The best young master Gu spoils his little wife

Chapter 17 The way to shut up (2)
"tell me the story."

"In the future, don't interfere with my affairs, and I won't interfere with yours. Let's go back to the bridge..."

Without even thinking about it, Gu Mo interrupted her: "Dream."

Zhang Lailai immediately regretted that the slap hadn't been harder, and said through gritted teeth, "A person like you can't survive three episodes in a TV series."

"Oh." Gu Mo didn't take it seriously, "Then it can only be a movie."

Zhang Lailai: "..."

The car jerked and stopped in front of a Korean restaurant. It stopped steadily. Zhang Lailai unexpectedly discovered that this kid's driving skills seemed to be particularly good.

Gu Mo turned off the ignition and pulled out the key, "You're hungry, let's eat here."

Zhang Lailai glanced at the signboard, it was the one she planned to go with Zheng Lang, she immediately looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't mean it on purpose..."

Gu Mo didn't speak, and got out of the car directly, leaving behind a handsome back.

Zhang Lailai endured it and got out of the car.

The decoration of the restaurant is designed in imitation of Korea, and the waiters are also wearing Hanbok, which feels very different. Pushing open the floor-to-ceiling wooden door, the private room is not too big or small, with a low table and a thick blanket on the floor.

"It feels pretty good." Zhang Lailai jumped in and sat down cross-legged.

The waiter handed over the menu, Zhang Lailai took it first, looked at it carefully, and when he was about to order, he suddenly thought of something, squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, "Are you paying or should I pay?"

Gu Mo still knew the general idea, "I'll pay."

Zhang Lailai nodded in satisfaction, pointing to the menu: "This, this, this... and this, don't add ginger to it."

"Okay, do you need anything else?"

"That's it for now." Zhang Lailai closed the menu, saw Gu Mo staring at him intently, raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Heartache?"

Gu Mo shook his head, "I feel sorry for your stomach."

"I just don't know how this restaurant tastes yet, so I dare to recommend it to my friends after I taste it one by one."

Gu Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at her maliciously, "Which friend?"

Zhang Lailai blinked uncomfortably, "Of course it's Song Yunqian."

"Oh—" Gu Mo raised his voice and raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing her.

The dishes were brought to the table one after another, and there were more than ten kinds of them. The table almost couldn’t fit. Zhang Lailai felt very satisfied. He tasted one by one, and only picked up a chopstick for each dish. That's right, Gu Mo didn't even move his chopsticks, he just held his head and looked at her.

"What are you looking at me for?" Zhang Lailai mumbled with something in his mouth, "Sister, I am pretty and delicious, but it's not something you can imagine."

Gu Mo stood up and looked at her expressionlessly, "You think too much, I just look at the way you eat, and I lose my appetite."

"Cut." Zhang Lailai rolled his eyes, "It's just fine if you don't have an appetite."

Zhang Lailai ate quickly and was full quickly. She basically tasted everything before she put down her chopsticks.

"You just eat this and stop eating? You didn't eat much in the morning."

Zhang Lailai plausibly said: "In order to maintain a good figure, this is a necessary sacrifice."

Gu Mo's complexion suddenly turned sour, and it was raining, "You have a stomach problem and don't eat well."

"I haven't had a stomach bug for a long time."

Gu Mo sneered, "No matter how skinny you are, Zheng Lang won't look at you twice."

Zhang Lailai became angry from embarrassment, "Gu Mo!"

He got up without saying a word, and opened the door of the room without looking back.

"Where are you going?"

"Bill, please."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Not hungry."

Zhang Lailai puffed up his cheeks in anger, "You came in because you said you were hungry!"

Gu Mo put his hands in his pockets, his back was thin, and turned a deaf ear to her questioning.

(End of this chapter)