Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 689
Zhang Shuliang was taken aback. Seeing them, especially Su Qing'an, she immediately jumped up and kept the young man behind her vigilantly.

"Su Qing'an? What are you doing here? Let me tell you, Cen Zhou has nothing to do with you! He is from my prime minister's residence!"

From beginning to end, Su Ziheng was perfectly ignored.

Su Ziheng was furious: "..."

Hearing Zhang Shuliang's words, Cen Zhou frowned slightly, with a calm expression.

Su Qing'an casually sat down on the long bench with mottled marks on Cen Zhou's side, and looked at him inexplicably: "I thought you would leave the capital."

"I don't care about the princess." Cen Zhou was used to being alone, and he didn't bother to explain this kind of thing to outsiders. His voice was as clear as a snow blade, straight and alienated.

"We won't share tables or give up seats, please go back, both of you!" Zhang Shuliang became more and more complacent, and raised her chin arrogantly.

The waiter in the shop wondered: "Miss, you are also here to find the table for the young master. You know the pain of not having a seat, so you might as well accommodate it. The four of you are so lively."

Zhang Shu is angry, shop boy, you stupid hater, how can you reveal your old truth at this time!

"Serve the food!" Su Ziheng snorted coldly, and sat down directly. He wanted to see what other tricks Zhang Shuliang and this wild man could pull off!
Four people, one table and one play, the atmosphere is subtle and weird.

The waiter in the shop worked hard as a migrant worker, and warmly entertained him: "My lord, what would you like to order? This is our signature dish. It's very popular!"

The noble son who meets once in a thousand years, the rich lady takes the initiative to take a seat in the crowded lobby, so you must not miss the good opportunity to sell the top dish!
Su Ziheng: "Here are the two best signature dishes."

The shop boy's face was full of spring breeze.

Today is the auspicious day of the zodiac, the honored guests are welcome, and the fluffy plants are shining.

"Zhang Shuliang, does the food suit your appetite!" Su Ziheng said softly.

Zhang Shuliang's hands trembled, and finally looked at Su Ziheng, angrily said: "You interrupted me to pour wine for Brother Cen Zhou!"

"..."

#Be green in front of your face

#you are arrogant

Su Ziheng's temples twitched, his eyes looked at Cen Zhou coldly, he was stunned for two seconds, he felt familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he saw him, suppressed the subtle familiarity, and said sharply: "Your Excellency, what is your name? !"

Cen Zhou was delighted to be quiet, suppressed the impatience in his words, put the jug on the table, met the prince's gaze, and said, "Your nameless man."

I don't see him, but Cen Zhou remembers his voice in the prime minister's mansion.

"Nobody dares to sit down." Su Ziheng's heart was full of waves.

"He is the one my father wants to keep. You are the idiot. Go away and stay away from him?"

"Zhang Shuliang, don't forget your identity!"

"What is my identity? Even if I were a ghost, I would never marry you!!"

"you you you--"

"I-I-"

After all, Su Ziheng couldn't do the thing of arguing in the restaurant, he wanted to save face, remembered Cen Zhou's face, and secretly made up his mind that he must look good to this person in the future. If he can't cure Zhang Shuliang, can't he punish an unknown person?

The waiter came over with a smile on his face holding the square plate high, "The dishes are here."

#Worker, the soul of a worker, a worker is a master!
The aroma is tangy, virtually relieving the tense atmosphere.

"Zhaoyi, please!" Su Ziheng sat firmly on the narrow long bench, suddenly thinking of the rumors a while ago, turned his eyes to the faces of the young man and Su Qingan, raised his eyebrows, "I heard that a while ago You have a crush on someone, and you are still robbing him, it can't be him, right?"

Zhang Shuliang's eyes breathe fire, like a dinosaur.

Su Qing'an didn't respond to Su Ziheng's provocative words, and asked him peacefully, "Where are you going in the future?"

Cen Zhou said, "Make another plan."

Su Qing'an propped her chin, and forced herself to sit out of the pomp of the noble mansion in the lobby. The white skirt hung down and was blown by the wind, and it was intimately next to the boy's clothes, layers upon layers, black and white contrasting each other, her fingers unconsciously twirling The wine glass: "Are you still afraid that I will rob you on the way?"

Cen Zhou moved a little away from her, avoiding the contact on their clothes, was drinking wine, caught off guard and choked slightly, suppressing his temper and said: "The princess is joking."

Su Qingan watched as a few drops of crystal clear wine slid along the young man's jaw, over the protruding Adam's apple, winding sticky water marks on the cold white skin, and finally submerged into the looming collarbone, and the Adam's apple rolled out with the swallowing. The radian, the picture that makes the mouth dry and tongue dry, is too cold for people, and even forms an extreme contrast.

"Drinking like this, it seems that the high fever is almost gone." Su Qingan handed him the handkerchief, "I saw that you had a bad fever and refused to take medicine. I didn't know that I thought the medicine in the princess mansion was poisonous, so I didn't expect to leave It got better pretty quickly after that.”

Cen Zhou didn't think of anything at first, but when Su Qingan mentioned it, the scene of that night appeared before his eyes again. He pulled the corner of his lower lip, and said nothing in a cold and perfunctory manner.

"Just wipe it off." He didn't pick up her handkerchief, and Su Qingan didn't care, "After all, you're like this—" She paused, "It's quite seductive."

Cen Zhou froze.

Seeing them sitting together, Zhang Shuliang was very unhappy, and moved the stool over to him: "Hey! What did you say to brother!"

Su Ziheng was also not happy to be squeezed out by them, as if he was isolated by himself, so he moved a stool and leaned over in a condescending way: "Don't let Gu truthfully invite you!"

One by one, like curious babies.

Among the four, Su Qing'an was the closest to Cen Zhou. The second half of her sentence was a bit deliberate, and if she said it in a low voice, coupled with the noisy surroundings and the constant sound of drinking, only Cen Zhou could hear it the sound of.

When the two words "seduce" hit the eardrum without any barrier, the hand that made him hold the wine glass loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.

Never, anyone, dared to say such... obscene and shameless words in front of him.

With a swish, Cen Zhou stood up without warning, making a lot of noise, and the sound of the stool squatting back was harsh, coupled with his tall, thin and straight figure, he felt oppressive when he stood upright!

Almost everyone's eyes were on him.

"Let's go, you continue." Cen Zhou said coldly, his tone could not contain his anger.

He came here just to drink, who knew that one after another, a good table turned into four people, and the conversation was intriguing!
Cen Zhouren didn't draw his sword until now, so his temper was fine.

Zhang Shuliang was taken aback by him, and when he realized it, he was ecstatic and said triumphantly: "Did you hear that, Cen Zhou and I don't want to have dinner with you! Don't let me run away in anger, or Hurry up and go!"

The mood was so great that it was hard to hide his smile, and he said happily to the young man: "Brother Cen Zhou, don't be angry, I will drive them away for you, you drink."

As she spoke, she graciously handed over the wine glass.

Cen Zhou didn't answer, and he knew Zhang Shuliang's intentions for coming here.

(End of this chapter)