The neon lights all over the street make people feel like they are in a completely different world than during the day.

Against the background of the moonlight, all kinds of light were tinged with warmth. Shi Luo stood in front of the car, looking at the endless flow of cars and people on the street in front of him, and for a moment he felt as if he was in a dream.

What was contrary to the tranquility on the mountain was the hustle and bustle here. Shi Luo knew that he was quite out of tune with this noisy city.

Mingxun stood behind Shi Luo, his dark eyes fixed on the slightly thin figure in front of him. He strode forward and said, "Miss Shi, can you go to the night market?"

Shi Luo looked back at him, "Night market?"

She shook her head, "No."

"I haven't been there either." Mingxun coughed lightly, unable to hide the regret in his tone, "My body has always been weak. In the past, all the food I put in my mouth, no matter how it tasted, made me tasteless and even a little painful. I never wanted to die.

I have never enjoyed delicious food.”

Shi Luo looked at Ming Xun sympathetically and patted his shoulder, "You're in a worse situation than me. That's all. I'll go with you."

Qu Aiguozhen and Zhang Jia, who were lagging behind, looked at each other in confusion.

The man who showed weakness to Miss Shi just now and acted coquettishly was really their President Ming?

You must know that before meeting Miss Shi, Mr. Ming never changed his expression even if he suffered from bone erosion every day, even when he was working and exercising.

Why did she become the male version of Lin Daiyu when I saw Miss Shi?

Men's minds are really complicated.

They both shook their heads and followed the two people in front.

Three of the four people didn't know where the night market in Shangjing was.

Fortunately, Zhang Jia would go drinking and having sex with his brothers when he was resting.

He knew which night markets there were in Beijing and which ones had more delicious food. This time, Zhang Jia was sitting in the passenger seat and instructing the driver to drive in the southwest direction.

"Mr. Ming, Miss Shi, the street I'm looking for has delicious and clean food. There are delicacies from all over the country, but there are too many people. Miss Shi, please help Mr. Ming later. After all, Mr. Ming is still in good health.

If you haven’t recovered, don’t let anyone bump into you again.”

How can one say that one has never eaten pork and has never seen a pig running?

After getting in the car, Zhang Jia thought about it and felt that Mr. Ming might have some differences towards Miss Shi.

No matter it's gratitude, distress, or emotion.

Anyway, it was right to hand over Mr. Ming to Miss Shi.

After speaking, Zhang Jia quietly looked at Ming Xun through the rearview mirror.

Mingxun glanced at him lightly, unable to tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

"I'll treat you to something to eat." Shi Luo ignored Zhang Jia. She took out her cloth wallet, took out the money, counted it, and found that there were still nine hundred yuan left.

When Cheng Yixing went out in the morning, he told her to bring more money, which would be convenient in case she needed it urgently. Shi Luo originally thought of just taking two or three hundred, but Cheng Yixing insisted on taking one thousand. Anyway, she would take it back if she couldn't use it all.

It was Cheng Yixing who had the foresight.

Mr. Ming, who has a net worth of hundreds of billions, did not feel that being invited to dinner by a girl was detrimental to his face at all. He nodded happily, "Okay."

Zhang Jia kept buckling his legs.

Mr. Ming, is he interested in Miss Shi’s money?

Snapped--

Zhang Jia slapped his forehead hard.

This is impossible.

But he really couldn't guess what Mr. Ming was thinking.

Logically speaking, when a man and a woman are having a meal for the first time, the man has to invite him no matter what.

While Zhang Jia was scratching his head all the way, the car stopped at a public parking lot.

Forget it, if you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.

Eating is the most important thing.

Qu Aiguo drove another car and followed Mingxun's car.

The group got out of the car.

They went to the most famous night market in Beijing. In addition to local specialties, there were also department stores and even luxury stores. There were also games nearby.

But the food on this street is distinct from the others.

Zhang Jia took Ming Xun and Shi Luo directly to the snack street.

There are luxuriously decorated shops in this snack street, as well as unique shops. Of course, there are more lively roadside stalls.

These stalls are all under sheds of the same size, wearing the same clothes, and appear clean and tidy.

As soon as we walked to the street, Shi Luo smelled the aroma of various foods mixed together.

As expected, the street was crowded with people, and most of them were young people. Many people had food and drinks in their hands, chatting with their companions while eating, which was quite interesting.

Even though there was a huge crowd of people, he only joined in early in the morning and late at night, which attracted the attention of many people around him.

In fact, the boy is handsome, the girl is beautiful, and Mingxun is tall. You can always see him at a glance.

"Um, Mr. Ming, why don't you wear a mask?" Although Ming Xun doesn't often appear in financial magazines, he is handsome and most people who like to surf the Internet can recognize Ming Xun.

Sure enough, someone was already taking photos not far away.

Ming Xun frowned slightly and said to Zhang Jia, "Tongzhi Public Relations Department, please don't let the photos appear on the Internet."

"Yes." Zhang Jia went to the side to make a call.

Later, Mingxun still put on a mask, and he said to Shi Luo guiltily: "Sorry, Miss Shi can't go shopping and eat as she likes."

Shi Luo didn't feel any inconvenience. On the contrary, she felt more sympathy for Ming Xun.

"Don't be sad." Although Mingxun was wearing a mask, Shi Luo knew that the corners of his mouth were pursed tightly at this moment, and there was no gentle smile on his face. Even his eyebrows were lowered and listless.

"Let's go, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you." Shi Luo grabbed Ming Xun's arm and pulled him toward the crowd.

Mingxun was not polite and ordered directly, "I want to try barbecue, roujiamo, scallion pancakes, and hot and sour noodles."

Zhang Jia, who was following the two of them, bumped Qu Aiguo's shoulder, "Can you tell me if the president secretly searched on your phone just now? How does he know so much?"

"Are you stupid? Who in the country doesn't know about these snacks?" Qu Aiguo rolled his eyes at him.

"Yes." Probably because Mingxun had made too many small moves just now, Zhang Jia couldn't help but think too much.

He patted his mouth lightly.

From now on, you have to watch your mouth, watch your eyes, and not think too much.

While Zhang Jiawu was thinking wildly, Shi Luo had already pulled Ming Xun and stood in front of a stall selling meat buns.

"Here are four." Shi Luo generously invited Qu Aiguo and Zhang Jia to eat.

Mingxun interrupted directly, "Just two."

"They don't like eating meat buns." Mingxun told Shiluo with certainty.

Shi Luo looked back at the two of them.

Qu Aiguo, who was swallowing his saliva, was once again clever. He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Zhang Jia and I don't like to eat it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a grunting sound sounded.

Mingxun and Shiluo both looked at Qu Aiguo's belly.

Qu Aiguo touched his stomach and said, "I didn't eat much at lunch, so I'm hungry."

"You and Zhang Jia go find what you like to eat." Ming Xunshen thought it was wise to bring cash. Except for the one Shi Luo gave him, he gave the rest to Qu Aiguo.

"Let Zhang Jia go buy it. I have to protect you and Miss Shi." As a bodyguard of Mingxun, he had to fulfill his duties.
Chapter completed!