Long Street

The hotel’s restaurant is more exaggerated than Jin Fubai’s suite, as if to incorporate all the luxury elements in the world.

Several oil paintings are hung in the hall, and crystal chandeliers are hung on the white relief roof. Even in the daytime, the chandeliers are lit, and there is a layer of pale golden light under the cage.

It is not an exaggeration to say extravagant desires.

Xiang Yu vaguely knows that the owner of this hotel is friends with Jin Fubai. His friend’s taste is so unique. The designer must have had a headache when decorating, because the decoration style does not follow the rules, it is completely like a dragon in Western legends. If you see any treasure, you have to hide it back in your cave.

Just after thinking about it, in a blink of an eye I saw the porcelain vase on the carved shelf in the corner of the wall.

She felt that she was right, and this corner was again Chinese retro style.

Xiang Yu just complained like this in his heart. She and Jin Fubai were not familiar enough to make jokes about his friends.

There are some things that can only be said at the right time, and she winks at this point.

Jin Fubai's taste is good.

He only wore one of the most classic plaid shirts of that brand. This color was really bad, and there were so many imitations that are common on college campuses, but he just wore a kind of extravagance.

It's not that the shirt has increased his value, it's that he wears the shirt to make it feel like others cannot afford it.

In the middle of the restaurant, there is a woman wearing a red dress, standing on a small western-style stage, playing her violin with her eyes closed.

Xiang Yu and Jin Fubai sat by the window.

It is the arched top window of the European-style building. It is very spacious. When you look down from the upper floor, you can see the whole street washed by rain and people holding umbrellas in the sporadic drizzle.

The waiter handed over the menu in duplicate, one in plain English.

Xiang Yu directly returned the plain English copy to the waiter, saying that it was enough to read the Chinese copy.

The waiter went to see Jin Fubai subconsciously. Jin Fubai smiled and nodded, motioning him to go ahead.

Xiang Yu took the menu and handed it to Jin Fubai, and asked sincerely: "What do you want to eat? After all, I invited you to dinner. Would you like to have something?"

After finishing speaking, I felt that I was not sincere enough, so I quickly added, "Whatever you want."

The little Tsundere who is quite a nouveau riche.

Jin Fubai smiled. He seldom explained anything to people seriously. Today is an exception: "I rarely have dishes that I want to eat, and my appetite is not good. Why don't you see what you like, order a bit, maybe you I can also have a better appetite if I eat well."

The woman playing the violin no longer knows where she is going. Someone is playing the piano and it is still Tchaikovsky's tune.

It seems that the owner of this hotel also prefers Tchaikovsky.

The menu, which was as thick as a graduation thesis, was thin, and was pushed back to Xiang Yu by Jin Fubai.

After a few days of contact, Xiang Yu also had some simple understanding of Jin Fubai:

He is a more arrogant person than the rich second generation of Tang Yuchi, but from a certain perspective, the more you sit at a higher level, the less happy you may be.

It is true that his appetite is not good. Jin Fubai only ate one of the six small octopus **** that he bought last time.

Xiang Yu took the menu and flipped through it for a while, but was tangled up by the foie gras.

Jin Fubai sat opposite Xiangyu and looked at the girl carefully. She frowned, as if encountering a problem, she actually made gestures on the table with her hands.

It looks a bit like in the column vertical style?

"What is it?" he asked with interest.

Xiang Yu’s fingertips hung on the table for half a second, and looked up at him: “Don’t talk, I am confused when I speak. I want to figure out which is the more cost-effective fried foie gras or rose-season foie gras.”

Obviously, Jin Fubai didn't expect this kind of algorithm for eating, so he smiled: "Which way do you want to eat more?"

This question seemed to provide Xiang Yu with another way of thinking. She suddenly realized: "But I haven't eaten the foie gras here."

"The fried foie gras is made with kiwi fruit jam. It's not bad, is the Chinese rose foie gras..."

Jin Fubai squinted his eyes slightly, recalling it for a moment, and said, "It looks like hawthorn slices wrapped in foie gras. It's very special and worth trying."

Xiang Yu is a very easy-going girl. Listening to Jin Fubai's words before and after, she obviously recommends the latter, so she doesn't count it, so she is directly determined: "Then goose gras in Chinese rose."

Waiting for the meal time, Xiang Yu found that her mobile phone had not been taken out, so she decided to go back to the bedroom to get it.

Jin Fubai quipped her: "Is there any incredible business, do you have to go now?"

"What kind of business the unemployed can have, of course it is used to play gluttonous snakes."

Xiang Yu went back to get his mobile phone, and when he came back, the woman in the red dress who played the violin was standing next to Jin Fubai, and Jin Fubai didn’t know when he ordered a bottle of white wine and raised a goblet for a drink. .

I didn't look closely just now, now it seems that the woman really has a pair of enchanting eyes, just blinking a few times, the amorous feeling between her eyebrows rises.

I don't know what Jin Fubai said. When the woman walked away, the amorous feelings in her eyes looked like the leaves of late autumn, shaky.

Xiang Yu walked over with his mobile phone, a little curious: "Is the violinist looking for your contact information?"

"Ok."

"You didn't give it?"

"Did not give."

Xiang Yu started a game of greedy snakes, walking around the screen with his fingertips, and said casually: "But she is very beautiful, she has a good figure, and she can play the violin."

Jin Fubai, who sat opposite, smiled: "There is no free lunch in the world."

Jin Fubai is a rational person, and his first reaction to a stranger's strike-up is not a romantic idea, but a kind of vigilance.

If this is his attitude towards life...

Xiang Yu stared at the screen, the greedy snake walking around for a long time. In fact, she was a little grateful at this moment. Fortunately, Jin Fubai handed out the shirt when she met. He also gave an invitation to live in the apartment when he met in Changsha. .

She has not taken the initiative, and she has not been guarded.

The greedy snake only ate three eggs, and it looked like a stubby caterpillar. Before it showed the snake, it touched the obstacle, GAMEOVER.

Suddenly Xiang Yu didn't feel in the mood to play games, so he took his cell phone and looked at Jin Fubai.

Jin Fubai put down the goblet and told her a story with a smile:

In the early days of a coffee plaza abroad, a woman walked swayingly, accidentally scratched by the corner of the table to the hem of the silk fabric. The skirt was exaggeratedly broken, her back was exposed, and her buttocks were exposed to the air.

The men present at the time looked over, and when they recovered, many people lost their wallets.

"Why did you lose it?" Xiang Yu was puzzled.

Jin Fubai filled her with a cup of flower and fruit tea: "That woman and the thief are in the same group."

One is responsible for attracting attention and the other is responsible for stealing things.

Absolutely good partner.

Xiang Yu asked thoughtlessly: "Then did you look at it? Is she in good shape?"

Jin Fu glanced at her and didn't say a word, so he changed the way to Yu and asked: "Did you lose your wallet?"

Jin Fubai smiled: "No."

The meal was quite enjoyable. Xiang Yu is not an inexperienced little girl. She has been to Internet cafes and billiards and bars. She has also heard Zhao Yanmo’s group of fox friends and dog friends open their mouths at the dinner table and talk something. Obscene stories, and then brag about how awesome I am in bed.

At that time, I watched them snorting and bragging, and I always felt that even if they were talking about matters between adult men and women, there were still childish souls under their skins.

Not only naive, but also vulgar.

However, Jin Fubai has a unique temperament of a mature man, and he is very decent in joking.

He smiled and told the truth when he tasted the big rose foie gras to the taro: "I actually didn't bring my wallet with me that day."

So I didn't lose my wallet because I didn't read it.

It's because I didn't bring it.

Xiangyu was holding the foie gras wrapped in hawthorn. He wanted to laugh but couldn't speak, so he could only hold his mouth and suffocate, almost suffocating tears.

Near the end of lunch, Jin Fubai lit a cigarette, then stabbed the tobacco with a metal needle as before, and inserted a piece of stuff in it.

He smiled and said, "I'll stay a while? I'll go to the bathroom."

Nodded to Taro.

She always wanted to know what was in the shredded tobacco when he smoked.

Why did the cigarette become a curl of aloes in his mouth?

Taking advantage of Jin Fubai's absence, he picked up the phone and searched for it for a while.

There are answers on the Internet. The special agarwood stick he put in the cigarette.

After reading it, I realized that stuffing agarwood in the cigarette is so versatile, it can also clear the lungs and relieve cough...

Xiang Yu is skeptical about this result, always feels that smoking is not a good habit, how can he clear his lungs?

She continued to investigate while thinking about how Jin Fubai put the cigarette between her fingers and twisted it gently.

There is everything on the Internet. In the recommended search, some people check the "benefits of stuffing agarwood sticks when smoking", and some people check "add three drops of paraquat to cigarettes".

Out of curiosity, Xiang Yu clicked in and looked at it one by one. Jin Fubai came back when he was looking at the recommendation question about adding paraquat.

Xiang Yu suddenly reacted to something and turned to look at Jin Fubai: "Jin Fubai, are you going to check out?"

The person asked was noncommittal, but just smiled.

It was affirmation of her question.

"...I'm not saying that I'm here to treat today, how did you settle the bill?"

"Let you remember me more deeply, lest you forget me when you return to the emperor city," he said.

In fact, Xiang Yu was a little absent-minded.

Less than half an hour ago, Jin Fubai told her the story of "There is no free lunch in the world". Now he settled the bill and she became the one who ate the free lunch.

But think about it carefully, her "free lunch" is more than today's meal, and the troubles that have caused Jin Fubai in the past days can be attributed to it.

But Xiang Yu didn't know what the price of her free lunch was.

It's really just as simple as he said, just tell her not to forget him after returning to the emperor city?

Jin Fubai has aloes floating on his body, warm and gentle.

He did not return to his seat, but stood behind Xiangyu's chair with one hand on the back of her chair, and leaned closer to look at her mobile phone: "Playing games again?"

Xiang Yu felt his warm breath, she didn't look back, staring at the screen and replied: "No, check something."

Probably Jin Fubai behind him could see the content on the phone clearly. He chuckled and then leaned closer: "I was not satisfied with the meal? Thinking about putting paraquat in the cigarette? This is to vote. Poison?"

He said, "Are you going to kill the cook, or are you going to kill me?"

His tone is very light, blended in Tchaikovsky's music.

The voice is soft, like a lover's whisper.