When the seafood dinner came up, the two started.

Feng Jun asked for white wine himself, and ordered a small bottle of dry white for Xiao Yingbin. What he planned was to persuade her to drink a little wine to help the next show, but now ... he does n’t want to persuade her. .

Feng Jun did not intend to persuade the drink, but Xiao Yingbin was very out of sight, and asked the waiter for a bottle of Sprite.

The child was a little tiger. Feng Jun smiled. "Wine is for people to drink. The wine we bought is not free to drink. But if you eat seafood, just dry it. It is better not to drink it."

Xiao Yingbin is really able to eat, don't look only about one meter six or five, it doesn't taste too slow, she maintains a constant eating rhythm, but she eats ten minutes, just like a meal for ordinary people.

The point is, after twenty minutes, she still maintains this eating rhythm.

She seemed to feel his gaze, and she looked up at him, "I regret the treat? I can eat so much."

"Look what you said," Feng Jun laughed when he heard, "You let go of your belly and eat until you have to go back to the dormitory."

Back to the dormitory ... Xiao Yingbin's action paused briefly and continued to eat food casually.

Feng Jun felt it, so he smiled and said, "Really, eat hard, ten meals, based on today's standards."

Xiao Yingbin stopped the chopsticks, took a drink and took a sip, smiled slightly, "Brother ... what do you mean?"

Feng Jun lit a cigarette and smiled at her slightly, "You make my heart move, really."

Xiao Yingbin was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and then he smiled slightly, "Then? You want to say" but ", right?"

"I'm going to say ... pity," Feng Jun bit the next two words very hard, and he said right. "To be honest, today I originally wanted to persuade you to drink, um, there is no good intentions."

This is selfish, taking care of the little girl's self-esteem.

"Unfortunately, you made the matter too elaborate. I want to clean up the surname Luo ... Not to speak to his wife, and the means may be excessive. If you are close to me, you may be affected."

Xiao Yingbin stunned again, blinked his eyes, and smiled sweetly, "Why don't you kill me too much?"

"Don't ask anymore," Feng Jun smiled again. "You kind of moved my heart. It's a pity ... you have given me too much help."

He was sitting next to her on his side, drawing two stacks of red tickets from his handbag, and putting them on the skirt of her legs from the table, and whispered with a small smile, "I'm sorry, you are today, I do n’t expect to eat two thousand ... it ’s ten meals. "

After talking, he rubbed her leg again and kneaded it gently.

Zheng Yang in April, it was time to dress in disorder, a thin black pantyhose on the girl's legs, where the tentacles were tight and full of elasticity, youthful vitality.

Xiao Yingbin's eyes were a little confused, and the tenderness in her eyes was overflowing. She spoke softly, "If I say ... do I mind?"

"Be obedient," Feng Jun kneaded hard again, withdrawing his hand reluctantly, "You can't afford the trouble I encountered."

Speaking of which, he smiled without a break, "Otherwise, do you think I am willing to let you go?"

This is a half-truth, but there is no doubt that if he did not take into account the factors, he was originally planning to have a friendly match tonight.

After listening to this, Feng Junchu decided not to stab Director Luo's affairs to the original match. Although doing so would definitely make Director Luo passive, but to what extent he can be passive, it is difficult to tell.

And if you do that, there will be much less retaliation because there may be too many people doing it.

The black hand may be Director Luo's hatred, or his competitors-including but not limited to some people in the bank.

Feng Jun wants to let the other party know clearly: it is me Feng who wants to **** you!

He believes that a director Luo can't do such a big deal to himself, there must be someone behind her.

Only targeted revenge can deter Director Luo while deterring the forces behind him.

Otherwise, he stinks a Director Luo, and other directors may come forward and continue to embarrass himself.

However, he has not planned a perfect revenge, and he cannot estimate the reaction of the other party.

The little girl was in close contact with him, was easy to be discovered, and might face revenge.

And he is a low-key person, and he doesn't want her to find his weirdness.

But the two had already touched each other, she was obviously moved, and provided useful information, he must say something.

Feng Jun believes that giving him 20,000 yuan for the other party is at least a matter of doing things.

Xiao Yingbin didn't mind his salty pig hands, but didn't move the two stacks of red tickets on her skirt. She took a sip against Sprite's dry white, and then began to eat again, still at a constant pace, but her face was expressionless.

Twenty thousand yuan must be quite a lot, but she was very confused and didn't know what to do for a while.

She also had some assumptions about what might happen tonight, but now ... not in any situation she imagined.

Feng Jun picked up his wine glass and smiled at her, but Xiao Ying looked at him with a sorrowful look. He stuffed a large razor clam into his mouth and chewed hard as if he was biting his meat.

"Be obedient," Feng Jun took out a stack of red tickets and continued to put it on the skirt, speaking softly, "Where are the people, the fate.

Another 10,000 yuan was added, and the little girl finally sighed, raised her glass, and managed to squeeze out a smile, "Go!"

Her disappointment was clearly written on her face, of course ... there may be other emotions.

However, since she had accepted the result, she gradually let go and started to talk to him, but the money on the skirt, she had not moved, as if it could prove that she was not a girl with money.

At about half past eight, Feng Jun's cell phone rang, and it was a beautiful scenery.

Her mood was not very high, nor did she explain why she did not answer the phone yesterday, asked about his location, and simply said two words, "wait for me"! Then I hung up the phone.

Feng Junhong Xiao Yingbin smiled slightly and whispered, "Put it away, some friends will come later."

The little girl's emotions have returned to normal now. Hearing this, she stuffed the money into her handbag, gleaming white at him, and stretched her hand to pinch on his thigh.

"It's an old friend," Feng Jun replied vaguely, and then smiled slightly, "I said, it was hard enough to start."

The little girl gave him another look, "You pinch me first!"

Of course Feng Jun knew that he could not reason with the little girl, so he whispered and said with a low voice, "Pinch you, but I gave the money."

Xiao Yingbin stunned for a while, and then sighed again, "If only I could afford you, it would be fine. Take it home and pinch as much as you want."

"I admire those who have dreams," Feng Jun answered with a smile, and raised his glass again. "Your dreams are a bit more difficult, and you need to work hard."

Anyway, the conversation between the two will become more and more like friends,

The good scenery came faster than Feng Jun thought, and in twenty minutes, she appeared on the second floor.

Seeing Feng Jun sitting with a little girl, there was a trace of amazement in her eyes, but then she sat across from them and asked directly, "Did you bother?"

"No," Xiao Yingbin smiled sweetly at her, "Sister, we are talking about something."

I have to admit that the adaptability of young people is strong. Of course, this may also be related to Feng Junkuo's shot.

"It's fine if not," Good Scenery raised his hand and recruited a waiter. "Waiter, I want to order."

The waiter came over, less than five minutes later, only heard a shout from the stairs, "Well, you shameless seizure ... run out in the middle of the night, privately wild men!"

With this shout, he quickly walked over to a man and a woman, a woman in her early fifties. The man was a young man, who seemed a little bigger than Feng Jun.

The old woman came over scoldingly, and suddenly realized that she hadn't noticed because of her sight. There was still a little girl beside the wild man.

Feng Jun turned his back on her. He turned his head and looked at him in surprise, "Who are you?"

The old woman is no one else, it is the mother-in-law of a good scenery. Her son's injuries have been almost raised. The long skin on the legs is impossible to grow. The current action is a little inconvenient, but basically does not affect life.

He took time off for too long, and the unit knew that he was getting better, and asked him to go back to work, but he did n’t want to go. The old lady twisted the scenery and asked her to come and take care of her son-my son still needs some care. Well, I can't go to work.

Good Scenery will definitely not agree, saying that you really feel that he needs care, then please nurse, I will pay half of the money.

The old lady was furious and quarreled with her yesterday. Today, she sent her nephew to stare secretly. When she found out that she was out alone at night, she slapped a horse to catch her.

But the old lady did n’t often catch traitors-well, the word "frequently" was not used properly. Anyway, she saw the daughter-in-law sitting face to face with a man, and immediately yelled, rushing like a treasure. Come here ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I saw a man and a woman sitting opposite my daughter-in-law, and the old woman was dumbfounded.

But she was just stunned for a while, and immediately sneered again, "Yeah, know someone to cooperate with the acting?"

"Who are you?" Feng Jun looked at her and looked at the scenery. "Is this man sick?"

Good Scene replied helplessly, "It's my mother-in-law ... Mom, are you trying to be ashamed of everyone?"

"You are not afraid of embarrassment, what am I afraid of?" The old woman yelled, "I'm going to catch a couple today."

"You're sick, you!" Xiao Yingbin stood at the table and said aloud, "Waiter, take this mental illness away. If she doesn't go, we will go ... I won't buy it!"

The waiter also hurriedly persuaded, "Old man, don't you think these two are the same age? It's a pair."

(Suggest me to kill the sparrows' house and the braised ones, who are they, especially the charming Didi paper, so cruel ... tomorrow I will continue to change my life and summon monthly tickets.) 8)