Super money-making system

Mu Xinxuan's standard and fluent French shocked the waiters, and then took them to the seat at the edge of the French window on the second floor.

Sitting in front of the French window and looking up, you can directly see the sea in the distance. Although it's night and you can't see the sea clearly, it gives you a hazy night and a broad sea.

Mu Xinxuan was responsible for the next order.

Lin Fei sat there quietly with a smile on his face. It was very natural.

"Do you feel self-esteem hurt?" As the waiter leaves, Mu Xinxuan looks at Lin Fei and asks with a smile.

"No

"You don't know French and you don't know anything when you order. Doesn't it hurt your self-esteem?" Mu Xinxuan is very confused.

In her opinion, men are dead to face, so there is this question.

"Don't I look like a successful person, a super rich businessman? And you don't look like my secretary? "

Lin Fei said with a smile.

"Screw you!" Mu Xinxuan gives Lin Fei a look with all kinds of manners.

"How nice a secretary is! If you're going to be my secretary, you can ask for as much as you want. "

"Lin Fei, your mind is too dirty." Mu Xinxuan immediately thought of the classic saying, "if you have something to do with a secretary, if you have nothing to do with a secretary.".

"Wife, your mind is dirty! They just hope to see you every day! " Lin Fei said with a smile.

Mu Xinxuan turns her head to one side and pretends to be angry. Lin Fei has to start saying good things to make Mu Xinxuan happy.

Soon, Mu Xinxuan's order came up one after another.

However, the order of serving strictly follows the characteristics of French dishes, such as appetizer, soup, fish, frozen, inter dish, barbecue, salad and desserts.

With the dishes coming up, Lin Fei is not polite to eat.

Compared with Mu Xinxuan's elegance, what he ate can be said to be gulping down. At noon, the 20 yuan set meal in the classroom dining hall of Jianghai University was not enough. The key was not eating well.

Lin Fei can't help praising the French cuisine. It is worthy of being known as the world's three major cuisines with Chinese cuisine and Turkish cuisine. The taste is really different. Every place embodies delicacy and delicacy.

When Lin Fei was half full, he swept around the table and found that there was no wine.

"Wife, please tell the waiter to have two bottles of red wine." Lin Fei said as he wiped his mouth.

Wine?

Hearing this word, Mu Xinxuan shakes her head like a cat whose tail has been trampled on. "No drinking!"

"Such a good environment, such a good dish, such a good mood, how can there be no wine?" Lin Fei still insists.

Cough!

Mu Xinxuan was a bit impolite just now and wanted to drink some juice to suppress her nervousness. As a result, Lin Fei's words directly choked her.

Since the incident with Lin Fei last time because she was drunk, Mu Xinxuan has seldom drunk and secretly decided not to drink with Lin Fei. She doesn't want to drink too much again.

The first time is muddleheaded, do you want a second time?

How clever Lin Fei is, he has seen it.

His eyes were fixed on Mu Xinxuan, but occasionally he was provocative.

Mu Xinxuan stares at Lin Fei in a panic. "I'll wash my hands."

Lin Fei smiles as Mu Xinxuan leaves, puts down the tableware, looks around, and finally looks to the stairs with the sound of the piano.

Just at the moment, the waiter came. Lin Fei took out 10000 yuan and waved to the waiter.

The waiter didn't know what Lin Fei wanted to do, but when he saw the money in Lin Fei's hand, his eyes lit up and he came quickly.

Lin Fei can't speak French. As soon as his eyes turn and his fingers stretch out, he makes a gesture of playing. The waiter immediately knows that Lin Fei wants to play by himself, so he nods with a smile and guides Lin Fei downstairs.

At the moment, Mu Xinxuan is hiding in the bathroom, trying to calm down. Now she feels that her resistance to Lin Fei is getting weaker and weaker. Thinking of Lin Fei's angry behavior at the airport and when she was scalded, she is deeply moved. She even thinks that if Lin Fei really depends on her, she wants to sleep with her, or even

Can you refuse?

My heart is in a mess.

Downstairs, the waiter has asked the piano player to leave. Lin Fei sits in the position of the pianist.

On the piano shelf is the score of love Concerto by Oliver Tucson.

Since loading the piano skills, for these music, Lin Fei is very natural to know.

Lin Fei gently put his fingers on the piano keys. After a try, he turned to the pianist and the waiter with a smile.

They both smile the same way, but they don't have any respect in their eyes, especially the pianist. Looking at Lin Fei's dress, they don't look like people who can play the piano and lack the elegance of the pianist.

Lin Fei's fingers fall gently, and the elegant piano sounds instantly.

It's just a syllable, which immediately makes the pianist's face change and his eyes full of surprise.Then, the piano began to enter slowly, the rhythm is very slow, just like the gurgling stream flowing out quietly, giving people a kind of gentle and romantic feeling.

The pianist has been surprised to stare round the eyes, he has never played such a sense of substitution into the sound.

Not only he, but also the whole restaurant were shocked by the sound of piano.

Although they can't say what's better, they can feel the difference, especially compared with the previous pianists.

In a corner of the hall on the first floor, the little fat man's eyes fell on Lin Fei. Just one eye, his eyes were full of anger.

It was Feng Tianlai.

Today's humiliation will never be forgotten. He has taken out his cell phone and started to make calls.

Mu Xinxuan, who is upstairs, returns to her seat and finds that Lin Fei is not there. She is about to find out. Hearing the sound of the piano, she immediately attracts all her attention.

The sound of the piano is stronger than the shock Mei Haohan brings today. It makes her forget everything and listen to it quietly.

Lin Fei doesn't know all this. He has entered his own world, his own space. At the moment, people and piano are integrated.

As the playing goes on, the feeling of love begins to surge, like ripples, spreading out one after another.

Sometimes strong, like two people in love, love crazy.

Sometimes low, like two people in love, love sorrow.

From low to high, from weak to strong, the cycle lingers.

The piano's broad range, long aftertone and sonorous rhythm make the soul of "the concerto of love" jump into people's vision, as if he is the hero or heroine of love.

The variation of multi-layer circulation, strong as heart shaking, deep love, distant miss, deep love, like a stream, flowing into the heart. Just like the sea, full of passion

At the end of the song, many people are still immersed in the piano music, and also immersed in the scene of love just now.

Lin Fei looked at the pianist and the waitress and put his hand into his pocket with a smile.