There is a rich second generation in the circle of friends

Jia Chong was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Zhang Zhang's hand, bit the spoon in Zhang Zhang's hand, and put the wonton in the spoon into his mouth, but he didn't rush to chew, but pulled Zhang Zhang past him, bowed his head and put the wonton in his mouth. The wonton in the mouth was fed into Zhang Zhang's mouth.

When Zhang Zhang was in college, he watched young couples feed each other mouth to mouth when they were in love in the cafeteria. At that time, he felt extremely disgusted, but now it was his turn, and he suddenly felt so happy.

Zhang Zhang lowered his eyes and chewed and swallowed the wonton in his mouth. I don't know if it was because the wonton was really delicious, or because Jia Chong fed it to him. Zhang Zhang thought it was the best wonton he had ever eaten in his life.

"Is it delicious?" Jia Chong lowered his head and approached Zhang Zhang, asking in a low voice.

Zhang Zhang didn't dare to look up at Jia Chong, nodded his head, and replied in a low voice, "It's delicious."

"The owner of this shop is also the chef here. His ancestors were the imperial cooks in the palace. He has a deep inheritance from his ancestors and his cooking skills are extraordinary. However, he has a dull personality and is not easy to socialize with, so his life has been very difficult."

"Then you discovered him, became his bole, and started funding him?"

"I'm not interested in the catering industry."

"Then you invest in him."

"These are all opportunities created by that foodie Meng Yifan. The biggest investor in this restaurant is Meng Yifan. Speaking of which, Meng Yifan has created a lot of opportunities for me." Speaking of this, Jia Chong thought What he was referring to looked at Zhang Zhang who had just raised his eyes.

Zhang Zhang naturally didn't understand what opportunities Jia Chong was talking about, so he asked, "For example?"

"For example..." Jia Chong stared at Zhang Zhang with more knowing eyes, then suddenly kissed the corner of Zhang Zhang's lips unexpectedly, and gently licked the wonton juice from the corner of Zhang Zhang's mouth, "It's really delicious."

"you……"

The door of the box was knocked suddenly, interrupting Zhang Zhang's words, Jia Chong slowly straightened up, and nothing seemed to happen between the two of them.

Several beauties in ancient costumes filed in and placed Jia Chong's dishes on the table one by one:

"Mr. Jia, your meals are ready. This is a dish presented by the head chef. Please use it slowly." Then Fushen resigned.

Jia Chong looked at the presented dishes and smiled: "Be sincere to people, but the method is not acceptable to everyone."

Zhang Zhang didn't quite understand Jia Chong's meaning: "Are you talking about the boss here, that is, the head chef in the waiter's mouth?"

Jia Chong nodded: "If it was you, the investor who invested in you came to eat, what would you do?"

"Hug the thigh!" Zhang Zhang immediately understood that the owner of this restaurant did not rush to hug the investor's thigh, but instead gave him a dish, which is probably not something that people who know the world will do.

"Do you know the name of this dish?" Jia Chong asked again.

Zhang Zhang studied for a while, then shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

"Knot the grass and hold the ring."

"..." Well, the implication is really profound.

Zhang Zhang was very satisfied after eating an imperial chef-level supper, and felt that he was no different from the emperor in this life.

Before leaving the Chinese restaurant, Jia rushed to the waiter and asked for a small can of chili oil, Zhang Zhang was puzzled:

"Why do you want chili oil?"

Jia Chong smiled very softly: "I'll eat it for you."

Unaware of the strangeness in Jia Chong's tone, Zhang Zhang began to bubbling happily again: "You are so kind to me, which makes me a little at a loss."

"Would you like to repay me well then?"

"what……?"

When Jia Chong's car was halfway up the mountain, it turned suddenly and turned into a very hidden dense forest. Zhang Zhang was startled, thinking that Jia Chong had made a mistake in driving, so he immediately went to see Jia Chong, but saw Jia Chong Chong looked very calm.

"You are...how did you drive the car here?" Seeing Jia Chong parked the car in the dense forest, Zhang Zhang was puzzled.

Jia Chong took out the small can of chili oil: "Here you have a taste."

"We, we can go back and try again."

Jia Chong put the jar of chili oil aside, then got up and pressed Zhang Zhang on the passenger seat. While laying the passenger seat flat, he whispered in Zhang Zhang's ear: "I can't wait."

Hearing Jia Chong's suggestive voice, Zhang Zhang couldn't help but hold on to the leather seat under him, and said in a low voice, "Your energy is really high, didn't you touch it for you just at noon?"

"I still ate at noon, but I want to eat again at night."

"I'm not a fan."

Jia Chong inserted one hand into Zhang Zhang's hair, leaned over and kissed Zhang Zhang's ear, and said in a voice almost sighing: "You are a rare delicacy, how can you eat it once a day?"

It's enough!You really took me for a joke!

Zhang Zhang didn't have time to say anything, because Jia Chong had already started eating Zhang Zhang, and it was still spicy, spicy green bamboo shoots.

The bewildered Zhang Zhang suddenly felt a tingle in his fragile front, opened his eyes and looked down, and saw a trembling drop of bright red oil on his green bamboo shoot.

Jia Chong, I'm fucking you, you dare to use that thing to drop on my life, do you not want me to live or do you not want me to live.

Zhang Zhang looked at Jia Chong with a face of accusation, and Jia Chong covered his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, and then Jia Chong smiled very gently and said to Zhang Zhang:

"Honey, if you keep screaming, I'll lick it off for you."

Lick, lick clean! ?Sir, are you sure you mean lick?And not anything else! ?

Zhang Zhang looked at Jia Chong in disbelief, for a moment he forgot the lettuce tormented in red oil.

Jia Chong let go of Zhang Zhang's hand, and turned to hold Zhang Zhang's two arms: "Baby, call Lao Gong quickly, or do you prefer the feeling of being stimulated by red oil?"

Who likes that sick feeling! ?But... Those two words, Zhang Zhang, will really be speechless for a while.

"If you don't call, I can increase the dose." Jia Chong's tone was threatening, obviously not joking with Zhang Zhang.

Without the last straw, Zhang Zhang would not give in, so he experienced the more cruel treatment of red oil to his little green bamboo shoots.

"No, don't do this..." Zhang Zhang's arm was pressed by Jia Chong, so he couldn't stop Jia Chong's behavior, he could only stop him, but there was a charm in his voice that even Zhang Zhang didn't know.

Jia Chong's eyes dimmed, and he tightened his grip on Zhang Zhang's arm slightly: "Baby, you can't do this, you're so disobedient, I can't let you go." As he spoke, he bent his knees and pressed against Zhang Zhang slightly. Zhang lit green bamboo shoots in bright red oil.

Zhang Zhang couldn't help snorting, two drops of water dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his mouth murmured, as if he said something that Jia Chong didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say? I didn't hear it." Jia Chong raised the corners of his mouth, leaned into Zhang Zhang's ear, and asked softly.

"Old... old Gong..."

The arc of Jia Chong's mouth deepened: "Call again."

"Old Gong..."