Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 72 Playboy 5
The western restaurant is located in a place that is not very busy but has an elegant environment. The atmosphere is very good, the environment is elegant, the lighting is soft, and there are red candles on the table. It is a good place for couples.

A girl in a long white dress was playing the violin in the hall. A string of beautiful notes echoed in the air, hovered, entangled, and danced, flowing through my heart.

Find a seat and sit down.

Han Qing ordered five-ripe SIRLOIN (sirloin steak), red wine fried foie gras, honey grilled salmon, mini burgers, and borscht.He asked me: "Surala, would you like a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon (Cabernet Sauvignon)? The five-ripe steak tastes the most delicious, tender, and smooth. When paired with Cabernet Sauvignon, it is the most delicious in the world."

I glanced at him: "Aren't you driving? Do you dare to drink Cabernet Sauvignon?"

Han Qingluo raised his eyebrows: "Do you care about me?"

I was annoyed: "Bah, I'm thinking about my safety."

Han Qingluo's voice was lazy: "Don't worry, I won't have sex with you after drinking."

I blushed: "Who said this? I was worried that it would not be safe to go back in your car later."

Han Qingluo raised his eyebrows again, with a half-smile: "Oh, so you're not worried about me having sex with you after drinking! You're worried that it's not safe to go back in my car!"

I was even more blushing.

It really is getting darker and darker!
While waiting for the food to come, I saw Cheng Yiming unexpectedly.He was carrying a briefcase in his hand, and walked into the western restaurant with another middle-aged man who was also carrying a briefcase in his hand.

This is pure bad luck.

I haven't eaten alone with the opposite sex for thousands of days, and once in a hundred years, I actually met Cheng Yiming.I was so frightened that I quickly lowered my head, as low as I could, and I kept thinking of Namo Amitabha, Qianguanyin Bodhisattva bless, Wanguanyin Bodhisattva bless, don't let Cheng Yiming see me!

Please do not!

Han Qingluo also saw Cheng Yiming, his mouth tilted, and a malicious look suddenly flashed across his face.When Cheng Yiming and the middle-aged man passed by me, Han Qingluo looked at me and suddenly said, "Sulala—"

This is on purpose.

Originally, Cheng Yiming didn't see me, but the middle-aged man blocked his sight, and his eyes were looking forward again, seeing that he was about to walk past me, but Cheng Yiming's eyes were unintentional when Han Qingluo said this. It floated over and landed on my face.

Cheng Yiming was startled: "Lala?"

I looked embarrassed: "Cheng Yiming, I—" I really wanted to explain to him that Han Qingluo and I were just having a meal together, just eating, nothing else.But for a while, I didn't know how to explain it.

Han Qingluo raised his head here, pretending to be surprised: "Brother Yiming, what a coincidence?"

Cheng Yiming smiled: "Yes, such a coincidence."

Han Qingluo said: "Brother Yiming, let's go together."

Cheng Yiming said: "No. I'm with this Mr. Zhou, and I still have some things to discuss. You can eat yours." He nodded to me, and then walked to a seat not far away with the middle-aged man and sat down .

I turned slightly sideways so I could see them.

But I didn't look sideways, I sat upright and didn't look sideways.Although I turned my back to them and didn't look at them, I felt that Cheng Yiming's eyes kept sweeping over and falling on me.My back became slightly hot, and I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.

Han Qingluo said: "Hey, what is a book without a coincidence? That's it." He didn't hide his gloating at all, and asked again: "Sulala, after you go back, do you need to kneel on the washboard? Or, write a self-criticism?" Book?"

I gave him a hard look.

Han Qingluo turned his head to the side, snickering.

When the steak came up, I took a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, gnashed my teeth, and cut the beef on the plate as if it was cold, and cut it into pieces. It is half-ripe and half-cooked. Although the surface is browned, the center of the beef is pink. This pink color is not blood, but the seasoning juice that seeps into the meat when it is grilled.

Han Qingluo turned a blind eye and concentrated on eating his steak.

Han Qingluo's nonchalant expression made my teeth itch with hatred.I was so angry that I cut the steak fiercely and cut it into pieces.Cut a piece, and I will eat a piece with chopsticks.I cut it again, and I ate it with chopsticks again.I gnashed my teeth, I was not reserved at all, I looked like a vigorous eater who turned resentment into appetite
Han Qingluo finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Sulala, can you stop eating steak like this?"

I ignore him.

What does it matter to him how I eat my steak?Want him to take care of it?
I cut off the ninth piece of steak, then took the chopsticks and stuffed it into my mouth.Han Qingluo couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed my chopsticks and threw them on the table: "Sulala, it's not like you haven't eaten Western food before, why do you want to eat like this? There is no manners at all."

I rolled my eyes at him and scolded him: "I eat steak with chopsticks and hold a knife with my left hand, what's your business?"

Han Qingluo said: "Why is it none of my business? Didn't you notice that people around you looked at you strangely? As if you were Grandma Liu who ran out of the Grand View Garden, I also felt ashamed sitting next to you. no?"

I asked, "Do you care?"

Han Qingluo said: "Of course I care. I'm an image designer, am I? This is related to image issues."

I ignored him and took the chopsticks to eat the steak again.

After the steak, I drink borscht.

"Sulala—" Han Qingluo called out.

"What are you doing again?" I was annoyed.

"Do you love Cheng Yiming very much?" Han Qingluo's voice was full of teasing, and he said with a fake smile: "That's why you are so uneasy, worried that he will misunderstand." He asked knowingly.

I can't be bothered to answer him.

Han Qingluo seemed unconvinced: "What's so good about Cheng Yiming? My sister loves him, and you love him too. I really don't understand, what's so good about him?"

I still don't say anything.

Han Qingluo added again: "Isn't his facial features somewhat similar to that Korean star named Lee Min Ho? But his figure is much worse than that of Lee Min Ho, especially his pair of long legs."

When Han Qingluo said "a pair of long legs", I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the feet with Erlang's legs crossed moved, and then lazily changed the crossed left leg and replaced it with the right leg.

I didn't look at him, and still lowered my head to drink my borscht, but I felt Han Qingluo's long legs like Lee Min Ho dangling under my eyes, as if showing off - Cheng Yiming didn't have Han Qing Luo said so unbearably, what figure and a pair of long legs are worse than Lee Min Ho?It's just nonsense.

The reason why Han Qingluo spoke so arrogantly was that his legs were longer than Cheng Yiming's.

He is taller than Cheng Yiming, according to my visual inspection, it is estimated to be close to 190 cm, so it is not surprising that his legs are longer than Cheng Yiming.

I muttered in a low voice, "Cut!"

Han Qingluo raised his eyebrows: "What? Am I wrong?"

I hummed and said, "Han Qingluo, are you a man? Men also gossip like this? You gossip more than women!"

Han Qing smiled slyly, and asked casually, "Would you like to try it?"

I drank borscht and asked, "What to try?"

Han Qingluo said slowly, "Try to see if I'm a man!"

I almost spit out a mouthful of borscht.Han Qingluo knows how to tease me every now and then—no, not just teasing me!Not only did he become lustful towards me, but he also developed a lust for me. He never concealed his desire/desire to "have more fun" with me.

But I don't have that desire for him.

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(End of this chapter)