Chapter 472: That incense has a hallucinogenic effect, and it also smells bad
At this time, only Liu Zhenying and Zheng Yaming were left in the box, as well as Liu Qixia, who had already passed out.
Zheng Yaming always acted politely and smiled: "I think...Miss Liu must be hungry. How about we sit down and talk slowly?"
Is he inviting guests to dinner?
Liu Zhenying then focused his attention on him, his apricot eyes clearly black and white, filled with confusion: "Are you treating me?"
"Of course it's my treat. When both men and women are eating, how can the woman pay for the treat? This is too ungentlemanly."
"That's good."
Liu Zhenying agreed readily, curled up the corners of his lips, and his breath finally softened: "Then I want a portion of the dishes I just ordered, and an ice cream, thank you."
"OK."
Zheng Yaming responded without changing his expression and turned sideways: "Then let's change to a private room. This place...may not be suitable for dining."
The floor in the box was already in a mess, and all the furnishings were beyond recognition.
In response, Liu Zhenying did not refuse, but when he lifted his feet to leave, he did not forget to grab Liu Qixia's collar and drag her behind him.
Seeing Liu Qixia being dragged out of the box, Zheng Yaming's eyes froze, and his handsome face froze uncontrollably.
"Right..."
Liu Zhenying seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned back, revealing half of his face in the sun, showing the carelessness and coquettishness of a girl, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I think there should be no people in the dining room.
Scent it, it has a hallucinogenic effect, and the smell... is also very unpleasant, I don’t like it.”
Otherwise, how could Liu Qixia act like she was going crazy and reveal all the dark and dirty thoughts buried deep in her heart?
She is not a fool, and she has seen her own strength.
Isn’t it all the fault of the incense?
In an instant, the fist at Zheng Yaming's side tightened slightly.
Liu Zhenyi, this is...
Did you see through your own trick?
Then why is she still willing to eat with him?
This thought only lasted for a moment, and he raised his thin lips and turned his back to the window. His face was half-dark and it was difficult to accurately distinguish his emotions. He could only hear his soft voice: "This is natural. Please don't worry, Miss Liu."
This time, the waiter was very fast, and the table was filled with food in less than five minutes.
Because of hunger, Liu Zhenying had an unusually good appetite. After eating one steak, he attacked another one. He still looked like a primary school student and raised his hand: "Excuse me, can I have another one?"
Zheng Yaming had lunch with Liu Zhenying once. He was a little surprised by her unusual appetite for ordinary girls, but he calmed down and said politely, "Of course."
So, Liu Zhenying found the waiter again, and then...
"Please get a copy of this page, please hurry up, thank you."
Liu Zhenying, who lowered his head again after ordering the meal, didn't notice at all. Zheng Yaming stopped the knife and fork in his hand when he heard this, took a piece of paper from the side and wiped his thin lips. At the same time, he lowered his eyes to cover up the flash in his eyes.
of disgust.
Five minutes later, the waiter knocked on the door again.
This time, in addition to the food ordered by Liu Zhenying, a small palm-sized red brocade box was also presented. At a glance, it was clear that it contained jewelry and the like.
Zheng Yaming put it in his hand.
Originally, he wanted her to discover it on her own, but she was completely satisfied with the matcha cake. After eating, she licked her lips in a small arc, with a rather satisfied look on her face.
He had no choice but to take the initiative: "Miss Liu."
"ah?"
Liu Zhenying raised his face in confusion.
Perhaps because he paid for the meal, she gave him a good look.
He held down the red brocade box with his big knuckled hands and pushed it in front of Liu Zhenying. Zheng Yaming smiled faintly. The continuous laughter was low and hoarse, as if filled with endless tenderness: "This is a gift for you.
Chapter completed!