Wen Yan didn't pay attention to Lu Yili's scandal. It's surprising when the young master, who has been dissolute for many years, calmed down.
He Xueqing couldn't help but eat one bite after another while it was so spicy. "No, Wen Yan, do you have no sense of taste? It's so spicy that I doubt my life."
I drank about ten glasses of ice water by myself, and it was so spicy that my nose ran down my throat. Looking at Wen Yan eating elegantly and calmly, his lipstick didn't even fade at all.
Wen Yan silently put down the millet spicy food, touched the back of his neck, and said unnaturally: "I can't bear the spicy food anymore. Let's try something lighter next time."
He Xueqing immediately covered his chest with one hand, as if he was vomiting blood and injured.
The gap between people can be so big.
When it came time to check out, the two of them rushed to pay. In the end, He Xueqing couldn't beat Wen Yan, so the landlady gave her a heavy discount.
"It's not easy to meet a fellow countryman you like in Jiangning. I will come here often. I like you, a pretty girl like you!"
Wen Yan smiled and politely responded.
This Sichuan restaurant has only been open for a few days, and business is extremely booming. It is located in a busy city, which means it is difficult to get a taxi nearby.
Just when Wen Yan and He Xueqing walked to the side of the road, an extremely cool luxury car stopped in front of them.
The car window slowly lowered, revealing a handsome and unruly face.
"Get in the car." Lu Yili wore sunglasses, put one arm on the car window, and raised the corners of his mouth, looking bad and dissolute.
Behind him was a bustling food street. His black hair was blown by the summer wind, and his thick eyebrows were slightly raised rebelliously. The eyes of passers-by stayed on him for a moment before they were willing to leave.
The red Ferrari is both flamboyant and showy, and it really catches the eye.
This man is really haunted.
Wen Yan didn't squint his eyes and pretended not to know.
He Xueqing looked back at Wen Yan, "Hey, Ferrari, did you call for a ride?"
There is no precedent for hitching a luxury car. He Xueqing preconceivedly classified Lu Yili as a hitchhiking driver.
To be honest, He Xueqing's frankness left Wen Yan at a loss for words.
At this moment, she took a deep breath, pulled the corner of He Xueqing's clothes, and whispered: "Let's walk back."
These words fell into Lu Yili's ears, and he clicked his tongue in a very meaningful tone: "Since your friend has said this, are you sure Miss Wen doesn't want to give you a favor? I'll give you a ride on the way."
It seems that she is giving the right to speak to Wen Yan, but in fact she is telling her that just because I give you face does not mean that you have face.
"Jiang Ning is really young." Wen Yan's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Lu Yili calmly.
His private residence is in the north of the city, and the flower shop is in the west of the city, which is not convenient at all.
Jiangning is a city that is neither big nor small. Every time she goes out, she can bump into someone she knows, someone she doesn't want to meet.
Not to be outdone, Lu Yili looked back, as if he was competing to see who could afford it more.
He Xueqing watched from the side and immediately understood that the two were acquaintances and had made a joke.
The red light had already turned green, and the car behind was honking. The car owner stuck out his head and cursed: "You can't leave yet, don't block the road if you don't leave, it's amazing to drive a luxury car!"
"Hurry up, don't block the road." Lu Yili took off his sunglasses and raised his eyebrows at Wen Yan.
Without thinking too much, Wen Yan took the lead and got into the back seat. He Xueqing followed him into the car without even looking at the passenger.
Just think of it as a free taxi ride.
In Wen Yan's heart, the co-pilot is reserved exclusively for his girlfriend. Even if you don't have a girlfriend, you are still one of the very few people with whom you have a close relationship.
It was obvious that she was neither.
Lu Yili glanced sideways at her, "Sit in the front, do you really think I'm the driver?"
"Inappropriate." Wen Yan shook his head in disapproval.
"Is it appropriate for you to treat me as a driver?" Lu Yili raised his eyelids and said in an unquestionable tone: "Sit in front. I don't want to say it a second time."
Wen Yan was frustrated by his shameless appearance.
After she sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt, Lu Yili tapped the steering wheel casually.
Ignite the car, put it into gear, step on the accelerator, and the bright red body draws a swaggering arc in the city.
Lu Yili looked forward, the corners of his thin lips curled up in an angry manner, and asked symbolically: "Where are you going?"
Wen Yan acted as if he didn't hear anything and was scrolling through his cell phone.
He Xueqing, who was sitting in the back seat, answered for Wen Yan: "No. 188 Xiangxiang Road was full of flowers in the old days."
Lu Yili poured two mint candies and chewed them hard. The noise gradually disappeared and he concentrated on driving.
Wen Yan thought it was strange at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he thought it was reasonable. After all, Lu Yili's mind was only as big as the eye of a needle.
She doesn't like him either.
He Xueqing secretly observed from the side.
I don't know if it's her illusion, but I always feel that the magnetic field between the two of them is weird. Even though she doesn't act like it, she can still see some signs.
But I can’t say anything specific.
The car arrived at the flower shop, and He Xueqing got out of the car in advance.
Before Wen Yan could unbuckle her seat belt, Lu Yili leaned over and she shrank back subconsciously.
Lu Yili unbuckled her seat belt, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he smiled jokingly: "What do you think I want to do?"
Wen Yan smelled the bitter smell coming from him.
It's not that strong feminine scent.
Smells very good.
It has a bit of a cool and bad vibe, which slowly draws away the soul.
The ambiguity that cannot be ignored seems to be mixed in the air along with these words, fermenting uncontrollably.
Lu Yili is always like this, he always flirts with her no matter what.
Most people rely on vague ambiguity to maintain a vague relationship. Across a layer of fog, two people understand each other tacitly, and their heads are clear when communicating.
It would be inappropriate to dispel this fog.
Wen Yan was already prepared for the ending of the fog.
At this moment, an inappropriate mechanical female voice sounded: "Two hundred yuan has been received via WeChat——"
