Qu Xiaojue chuckled as he watched her eating the food he took out.

Under the light, the unyielding eyebrows revealed a touch of doting without any concealment. Although she said nothing, it invaded everyone's sight like air.

The young man at the table, who was watching with cold eyes, couldn't help but feel a twinge of toothache.

They whispered secretly: "Damn, when did Sir Alex become like this?"

"Who knows, Sir Alex hasn't come out to play recently. It seems that I haven't seen Sir Alex for almost two months."

After a pause, the man subconsciously looked at Liao Qingqing, who was also at the main table, and curled his lips: "Just wait and see, the Lord is so blatantly treating Liu Zhenying, Miss Liao will definitely explode, who among us doesn't know.

Miss Liao likes the Lord."

But to everyone's surprise, Liao Qingqing not only did not get angry on the spot, but instead looked at the two people with interest and smiled jokingly: "A cup of milk tea is enough? Liu Zhenying, you are really easy to coax.

"

As she said that, she held out two fingers without taking it too seriously: "How about I pay you two cups of milk tea for not listening to Qu Xiaojue? Is it a good deal?"

Liu Zhenying was eating the dishes that Qu Xiaojue put on the plate.

Hearing this, she suddenly raised her little head, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true."

"Then I'd like two cups with extra pearls and coconut."

"Can."

Liao Qingqing is very wealthy, so naturally she doesn't care about the two or three yuan.

"Okay, then I won't eat it."

Liu Zhenying put all the dishes on the plate back into Qu Xiaojue's plate, his movements were very fast, and he looked a little impatient.

Qu Xiaojue was not very angry at all, he just turned sideways and held her in his arms, leaned over, pressed his forehead against hers in public, and smiled hoarsely: "What's wrong with you, you little heartless one? Are you really ready to switch sides just for two cups of milk tea?"

Can’t make it?”

The two of them were very close, and his warm breath blew over her, tickling her.

"Shh, listen to me."

She quietly tugged at the corner of his clothes, her clean eyes were as bright as stars, and she leaned in his arms like a lazy cat.

She snickered and explained softly: "As long as we pretend to listen to Liao Qingqing, and then wait until she buys me two cups of milk tea, I will share one with you, okay?"

She did lower her voice deliberately, but the dining table was so big, no matter how low her voice was, not a word was missed by Liao Qingqing.

What's more, she raised her little face happily and said: "After all, there is a villain who wants to pay. If we don't drink, it will be free."

"Liu Zhenying."

Liao Qingqing was immediately annoyed.

Liu Zhenying said that she would give Qu Xiaojue a cup, which didn't matter to her. She was a malicious instigator anyway, but Liu Zhenying said that she was being taken advantage of, so she couldn't sit still.

She had a stern face and looked particularly fierce: "If you dare to call me the victim again, try calling me the victim. I am not the victim, you are the victim."

But the light above her head fell on Liu Zhenying's face, making her look extra serious. She opened her lips and explained: "You are wrong. As long as I don't buy you anything, I am not being taken advantage of."

"you……"

Obviously Liu Zhenying didn't understand many of the rules of upper class society, but he had a knack for choking people to death.

Liao Qingqing did not provoke her. Instead, she became very angry. She put down her chopsticks and snorted: "I originally brought you a gift, but since you said so, I decided not to give it to you."

Gift?
Chapter completed!