"They're having a breakfast buffet now."
"How is this possible? I went to the cafeteria at 9:15 and it's already 10:30. How can they eat for more than an hour?"
“I monitor the monitor in the hallway outside the cafeteria door.
"I saw them entering the cafeteria at 9:21.
"But, until now, I haven't seen them leave the restaurant.
"It can be inferred that they are still having breakfast.
"Do you think my inference is wrong?"
"you idiot!"
"Excuse me, what's wrong?"
The monitoring program started a self-test code, but he found no obvious logical errors.
"Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid!"
The phone connection was lost.
Logically speaking, this is strange. But in fact, it is not surprising.
Let's turn the clock back to 9:21 in the morning.
Ai Ting was not very sober when she entered the cafeteria, but when she saw the dazzling array of food, she immediately became excited.
Steamed buns, ham sausages, bacon, fried eggs, baked sweet potatoes, various desserts, milk, orange juice, she took everything.
Meng Fei took nothing. Because he knew that Ai Ting took enough for both of them to finish.
Suzaku gracefully spread butter on the bread, took a small bite, and then glanced disdainfully at the plate piled like a mountain in Qing Mang's hand.
All she wanted was a small slice of whole-wheat bread with a little butter and a leaf of lettuce, believing that any other food would increase her blood sugar and eventually convert it to fat.
Meng Fei wanted to say that even if you burn a hundred kilograms of fat, it only takes a few seconds, so why bother yourself?
Ai Ting is not a foodie. But the hotel's breakfast buffet has much more variety than the canteen in Moon Hall.
She is also a patient with severe difficulty in choosing. She wants to eat this and taste that, but in the end she can only pile more and more on the plate.
Ai Ting tried to eat everything with guilt, but in the end Meng Fei became the real messenger of the altar.
Isn't this one of the important uses of a male companion?
Ai Ting finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the rice cake had been basically cleaned up, leaving only the half-eaten piece of rice cake that was really inedible.
Suzaku touched his lips gently with the napkin.
The two of them were about to get up when Meng Fei said, "Wait a moment. Have you seen that window?"
He pointed to the window five meters away from them.
"I see it."
Ai Ting looked at him and began to guess what he was planning.
"I saw it."
Suzaku glanced at the restaurant's backyard outside the window, with an empty sky above and palm trees below.
Although for a city dweller, this slightly rural and tropical scenery is quite nice, but they are tired of seeing it here.
"But nothing special."
Meng Fei whispered:
"There is a handle on that window. Turn it to the right and push it open.
"I just looked down, and there was a row of bungalows below. Outside the houses was a quiet road.
"If we jump from the window, we will jump directly to the roof below. It is not high at all.
"Then we walked out along this road. There is a back door here, which should be the passage for garbage removal."
"Get out? Where?"
Ai Ting felt like she had guessed something again. She was used to having her men do extraordinary things.
"Go to the airport."
"Go directly to the airport?"
Although she was not surprised, the answer still surprised her.
"Everything is in the room!"
She only has a mobile phone in her hand. The room contained all her luggage and documents.
And now she was wearing a light green short-sleeved top and a beige gauze skirt that she thought was very casual, and she was also wearing hotel slippers.
Meng Fei thinks she looks good in this mesh skirt with a hazy mist-like feel.
But she usually doesn't wear it when traveling far away. She only wears it indoors or when going to the mall or reading in the library.
"It's okay, I brought my wallet and cell phone."
Meng Fei shook the things he had prepared in advance.
He took out his cell phone and called Poussin, then wrapped it in tinfoil again.
In this restaurant, his phone looks like a piece of barbecue wrapped in foil, which is not inappropriate at all.
"But what are we going to do at the airport?"
Ai Ting still doesn't quite understand.
"Let's go back to Qingmang now."
"Why? Aren't we going to the Baal Temple?"
"Well, don't worry. I've already opened another branch.
"In that branch, we have already gone to the Temple of Baal."
"Well, you are worried that we will be in danger."
Ai Ting held her right elbow with her left hand and her chin with her right hand.
"So use two branches, one branch to go on adventure, and the other branch to return home."
"Yes, we should know within twenty-four hours.
“If the other side doesn’t cross over within twenty-four hours, we will take the initiative to cross over and successfully bring Qi Mei back.
"If we cross over within twenty-four hours, it means we are in danger. This branch can ensure our safety."
Suzaku was already used to this kind of manipulation.
She was wearing short sleeves, long pants, leather shoes, and her hair was tied up, so she was ready to go out. But she didn't bring one important component.
This part seemed to be an important part of her body, and she wouldn't dare call herself a woman without it.
"No! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
She flatly refused.
"Why?"
“I didn’t get my bag!
"You guys wait for me here for a while, I'll get my bag."
Just as she was about to get up, Meng Fei caught her.
"Don't worry. When I get back to Wutong City, I'll buy you the same one."
Suzaku's eyes suddenly became gentle.
"real?"
As long as Meng Fei gave her a bag, even if it was a straw bag, it would be enough to eclipse all her treasures.
Meng Fei suddenly noticed the change in Ai Ting's eyes, and immediately dropped the hand that grabbed Suzaku's wrist as if he was electrocuted.
"No, I mean, Ai Ting will buy one for you."
Yes, how could he use his wife's money to buy a bag for another woman? Isn't this courting death?
At this moment, Ai Ting suddenly felt that money was very powerful, even in a war between women.
"Well, Sister Ibis, I will buy you a better one."
Although Ai Ting is almost thirty and Suzaku insists that she is only nineteen, the titles between women are never determined by their actual age.
"Yeah?"
Zhuque happily took Ai Ting's hand again.
"It's time to go."
Meng Fei decided to set an example for these two women, so he got up, and under the surprised look of an old man who was having breakfast by the window, he opened the window and jumped out.
