In a luxuriously decorated western restaurant.

Ling Zifeng covered his face with the menu in his hand, and then carefully peeked at Xu Muchhe's face.

Xu Muchhe's eyebrows are deep and stern, and his facial features are exquisite with a hint of heroism. The jaw line is perfect, and the body exudes a noble and elegant temperament.

Regardless of appearance or temperament, Ling Zifeng's heart was completely touched. He had never been so moved by anyone.

Xu Muchhe glanced at the menu casually. He raised his hand and called the waiter and ordered a pasta.

Ling Zifeng was stunned for a moment and asked quickly, "Do you only eat so little?"

Xu Muchhe put down the menu and looked up at him, "I just finished my exercise and don't want to eat too much."

This reminded Ling Zifeng.

As a foodie, Ling Zifeng wanted to order a steak, a pasta and a baked rice just now.

Fortunately, Xu Muzhe reminded him. Otherwise, if he had ordered so many in front of the person he liked, Xu Muzhe would have felt that he had eaten a lot.

It’s better to pay more attention to your image, otherwise it will be bad if you scare people away.

Ling Zifeng pursed his lips and smiled, reluctantly putting down the menu.

"That's right." Ling Zifeng also followed Xu Muchhe's example and ordered the exact same pasta as him, then grinned, "Then I won't eat so much."

Xu Muchhe had done so many tasks, how could he not guess what Ling Zifeng was thinking.

However, he ignored Ling Zifeng's hot eyes and pretended not to see the other party's admiration.

"Little brother..." Ling Zifeng paused, stared at Xu Muchhe's face and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

"Xu Muzhe," Xu Muzhe explained in an easy-to-understand manner when he saw that he was still confused, "The Mu who bathes is the Zhe who philosophizes."

Ling Zifeng read it in a low voice, then smiled happily, "My name is Ling Zifeng."

He glanced at Xu Muchhe quickly with a shy expression, and said in a soft voice, "The prince's son, the peak of the mountain, of course, you can call me little prince."

Xu Muchhe "..."

This kid seems to have a low IQ.

Seeing that Xu Muzhe did not answer his words, Ling Zifeng had no choice but to continue, "Brother Muzhe, can I ask what you are currently working on?"

"I opened a clothing company." Xu Muzhe thought for a while, took a business card from his pocket and handed it to him.

Ling Zifeng took it with both hands and looked at the business card inside, his eyes lit up.

The boss of a company.

That suits him quite well. If they want to get married in the future, my grandfather and sister will probably agree.

A trace of regret flashed in Ling Zifeng's eyes, he was too much older, there was a difference of fourteen years.

"And you, it's still a working day, why do you come to the gym to work out?"

"I just graduated and plan to help out in my family's company in a while."

Ling Zifeng said this, but in fact he didn't want to go to work at all.

He has a monthly allowance of one million, which is enough for him. What's more important is that he doesn't understand work at all. How could he not think about going to work after he finally graduated?

It would be better if his sister had to bear this pain.

However, in front of the person you like, you still have to pretend that you have a successful career.

At this time, the pasta for the two of them had been served, and Xu Muche picked up his fork and was about to start eating.

But when Ling Zifeng saw that he didn't want to ask further, he couldn't help but feel a little unwilling, and said quickly, "Aren't you curious about what company my family runs?"

"What company?" Xu Muzhe said perfunctorily, following his instructions.

Ling Zifeng raised his chin proudly, "The Ling Group."

Xu Muchhe said "hmm", then lowered his head and started eating pasta.

Ling Zifeng did not expect this kind of reaction from him, and said in confusion, "Don't you know Ling's Group? Our company covers many fields, and my grandfather is still the richest man in the country."

"I know." Xu Muchhe raised his eyes and looked at Ling Zifeng's plate of pasta, "Why don't you eat it? Be careful, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Ling Zifeng pursed his lips in disappointment and said in a sweet tone, "I know, I'll eat now."

What's going on with Xu Muzhe? Why is he so indifferent and completely uninterested in him?

Half an hour later, the two of them finished the pasta.

Xu Muchhe checked the time on his phone, then raised his eyes and said to Ling Zifeng, "Thank you for your hospitality today. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

Seeing that he was leaving, Ling Zifeng quickly stood up and said, "Let's go have a cup of afternoon tea together, I'll treat you."

Xu Muchhe smiled politely at him, "No, I can't drink anything now, thank you."

"Then..." Ling Zifeng reached out and rummaged through his pocket, took out his cell phone and said to Xu Muche, "Then can I add you? I really want to be friends with you."

Xu Muchhe thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

He took Ling Zifeng's cell phone and entered his number.

"Okay." Xu Muchhe returned the phone to him.

Ling Zifeng held his mobile phone in surprise, and secretly wrote "Dear" to Xu Muzhe from a perspective that Xu Muzhe couldn't see.

"Then I'll go first."

"Okay." Ling Zifeng curled the corners of his mouth, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in his eyes, "I'll see you at the gym tomorrow."

"Yeah." Xu Muzhe responded and left.

While sitting in the car, Xu Muchhe looked down at his mobile phone.

It seems that he will be able to visit the Ling family soon.

*

Ling Muye escaped at home for a week.

Ever since he was inexplicably attracted to Xu Muzhe that day, he didn't dare to see Xu Muzhe.

One is that he is afraid that he will say the wrong thing again, and the other is that he is afraid that he will really become soft-hearted.

If you are soft-hearted towards a reincarnation, what will he become?

Ling Muye's eyes darkened, then he stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

He came to the lobby on the first floor, where a servant was cleaning. After seeing his figure, he bowed to him respectfully.

"Hello, Second Young Master."

Ling Muye nodded slightly, raised his feet and was about to sit on the sofa for a while, when he saw Ling Zifeng sitting on the sofa in the corner.

He was holding his mobile phone, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and the dull hair on his hair swayed.

What's going on with this guy?

Ling Muye has been in the Ling family for a while and has a good understanding of Ling Zifeng's character.

This man would always seize the opportunity to mock Ling Muye.

Like in the past, if he heard the servant call Ling Muye the second young master, he would definitely jump up and down in anger, point at Ling Muye and curse him with a bunch of words that he was not worthy of being the young master of the Ling family.

However, Ling Muye didn't care about his behavior.

It's okay if you don't make any noise or make a fuss, so as not to upset him.

As soon as Ling Muye sat down, he heard Ling Zifeng's cheerful voice.

"Auntie, remember to make a big dinner this Sunday, my boyfriend is coming over!"


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