President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

After su Yimo ordered, Peng Yiyang ordered several dishes. These three people ordered a total of 8 dishes.

After the dishes were served, Su Yimo smiled at Peng Yiyang embarrassed because the dish was too much.

"Foam, let's drink tea instead of wine. From then on, you will be my good sister. " Peng Yiyang stood up, held the cup and said to Su Yimo.

"OK, brother Peng." Su Yimo also stood up, picked up the cup and touched Peng Yiyang's cup.

"So, isn't Mr. Gu going to call me big brother?" Peng Yiyang joked.

"..." Gu Shaoqian heard that his face was a little ugly.

"Brother Peng..." Su Yimo saw Gu Shaoqian's reluctance.

"Well, I'm just kidding." Peng Yiyang didn't intend to really let Gu Shaoqian Han his eldest brother. And he thinks Su Yimo's being a sister is just a means to get close to her. He doesn't really want them to be only brothers and sisters.

At this time, Gu Shaoqian felt that Peng Yiyang's mind was not simple. He knew that even if he told Mo Bao, he would not believe Mo Bao's simple character, but would scold himself.

It was already 8 p.m. after a meal. They refused Peng Yiyang's kindness to send them back to their apartment. They were ready to take a walk back.

On the night of November, the autumn wind is bleak, and the wind is particularly cool on people's faces.

Gu Shaoqian and Su Yimo strolled down the street, holding hands and looking like a couple.

"Qian, why did you refuse brother Peng's proposal? When did you see you so diligent?" Su Yimo looked at the man around her, and the expression on her face was quite rich.

"... I just want to walk with you." Gu Shaoqian lied. He just didn't want Mo Bao to stay with the man.

"Oh." Su Yi's mouth is flat. She doesn't believe it.

"Mo Mo, what do you think of Peng Yiyang?" He wanted to know Peng Yiyang's position in her mind.

"Brother Peng is very nice. I was in a bad mood because of Wang Ning and affected my work. He not only didn't blame me, but also enlightened me and reasoned with me. And... "She hesitated to tell him about it.

"What else?" Seeing that she didn't go on, he stopped and looked at her and asked.

"Nothing." She was afraid of his anger.

"Mo Bao!" His tone was a little harsh.

"You promised not to hurt me in the future." She pretended to be angry.

"How can I hurt you?" He is very innocent, but he talks a little bigger, really just a little.

"Hum!"

"Don't change the subject, say it quickly!" He's not going to let her go.

"Well, I said you can't be angry." She whispered.

"... say."

"I paid him three months' salary in advance." She took his hand and walked with her eyes closed tightly.

"Why do you want money?" He was not angry. He just wanted to know what she wanted money for. He seemed to think of something and said, "is it buying a computer?"

"How do you know?" She was so surprised. How did he guess.

"If I don't know, how can I say I love you?" He looked at her affectionately and leaned over to kiss her ear.

"You guessed right. Aren't you angry?" She thought that with his temper, even if he was not angry, his face would never be any better. How can there be an air-conditioning play like this?

"Why should I be angry? Is your husband such a stingy man?" He said to her with a smile.