The days of frying CP with the enemy

This person doesn't seem to be as bad as he imagined.

Several cars were waiting for them not far away, He Xingci and Mo Ran got into the same car, this time, He Xingci sat in the co-pilot, not in the back.

He leaned back in his chair comfortably, and said in a very unbeatable tone: "Mo Ran, do you really want to have dinner with me?" It is best for Mo Ran to refuse, then it is not his fault.

It's a pity that Mo Ran failed to do what he wanted, and he asked inexplicably: "You don't welcome me? Today I have spent a lot of mental and physical energy, and I am very hungry."

"The director said that he prepared all my favorite food."

"I'll eat whatever you like." Mo Ran looked like a fox.

The mirror showed his face perfectly.

What a boring monster.

He Xing thought about it.

He took out his personal mobile phone from his pocket in a smooth manner, and fiddled with WeChat with both hands.

Nan Yan: How are you getting along with Mo Ran?

Nan Yan: Did anything happen to you?Let me know if there is anything.

Nan Yan: Mo Ran has a bad temper, so you can bear it a little more.

Nanyan: (File) An overview of Mo Ran's preferences.

He clicked on the document silently, and it was so detailed that everything Mo Ran liked to eat was marked on it.What not to eat coriander, not to eat green onions.

These are obviously delicacy in the world, and old beasts don't know how to appreciate them.

He Xingci originally wanted to click it out, but on second thought, hey, let's keep it.So save it to the phone storage, and then transfer it to the computer later.

He Xingci: I just finished work. After hearing what you said, there was no fight, and it didn't get any better.

Nan Yan replied in seconds: That's good, remember not to reveal your secrets, and give Wang Dao some face.

The second half of the sentence almost made He Xingci lose his temper.

He Xingci: Sure enough, I can't owe people favors in the future, it's too troublesome.

Nanyan: Tsk, what did you say, Director Wang helped you a lot back then, do you have a conscience, you bastard.

Of course, He Xingci only talked about it verbally.

The kindness of dripping water has always been repaid by springs, and for the same reason, he must repay every grievance.

Without arguing with Nan Yan, Nan Yan urged him to take a bath and sleep, and asked seriously, "Didn't you eat too much today?"

He Xingci's face was neither red nor heartbeat: I swear!Eat very little.I'm going to take a shower and go to bed now, if you don't believe me, you can watch the live video.

I also ate a billion points today.

Nan Yan's face was full of black lines: Go to sleep.

He Xingci: Alright!

Log out of WeChat, look at the navigation, it's almost there.

The place to eat is relatively remote, there are no high-rise buildings around, only the small room on the third floor of "Huoran Restaurant" is particularly isolated from the world.

The driver drove the car to the parking lot, leaving He Xingci and Mo Ran.

Pushing open the door, the warm arrangement instantly wrapped He Xingci.His favorite orange-toned wallpaper and floor-to-ceiling hearts.

The chandelier inlaid with rubies shines brightly, bringing the ambiguous tone of the room to the highest point.

He Xingci doesn't have any special hobbies, other than eating, he enjoys gems and raises things that others dare not raise.

"Director Fang really has two brushes. Such a good ruby ​​is usually not found in the market, but he was able to get it."

Mo Ran kindly reminded: "This is not his shop."

He Xingci pulled out his chair and sat down: "Is it his or yours?" Ding—the strings in his head were disconnected, "Huoran restaurant—burning"?

"Don't tell me, you really drove this?"

Mo Ran did not affirm, nor did he deny.Picking up the red wine gracefully, the two goblets were slowly filled with red liquid.The fragrance wafted out slowly.

"I opened it, why don't you eat it?"

"No, I still eat."

"Then the answer is not important." Mo Ran turned his head, and before he had another greeting, he intended to take off his clothes.

He Xingci was choked by saliva, and he took off some clothes while eating. He covered his mouth and coughed, his brows wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and he touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably: "What are you doing?"

The corner of the ink burner is raised: "Didn't you want to know why I pulled my clothes so that I wouldn't let you see them during the day?"

He didn't say anything, He Xingci almost forgot, and then found something wrong: "You are so good, you are willing to tell me. There must be fraud."

"Of course, you also have to tell me what you are afraid of during the day."

Hiss, he knew it wasn't that simple.