A smile appeared on the corners of Mo Xi's lips, and he cast his sly eyes in Hong Ling's direction, lowering his voice and saying meaningfully: "It seems that we are really lucky today. We can come to whatever we want, and we can have a beautiful night."
It’s time to have a meal…”
After she finished speaking, before Hong Ling could recover, she saw her red lips slightly parted, and a voice as cold as nature escaped from her throat: "Ahem... Waiter, I don't mind the dishes you gave me.
, how about we make an exchange, I will give you the name of the one hundred and eight dishes, and you will pay for my meal today, how about it?"
Mo Xi's words made the waiter see the light in his despair. He appeared in the room with lightning speed, looked at Mo Xi with wide eyes and said: "Do you really mean what you said? You are not kidding me."
Bar……"
"I'm here to eat, not to tease you..." A faint smile appeared on Mo Xi's lips, then he took a sip of tea and said calmly: "What do you think about my proposal just now?
how?"
"If the girl can really help me, of course I will be happy for you..." the waiter blurted out excitedly.
"Okay, deal." Mo Xi's soft red lips drew a beautiful arc, and he winked playfully at Hong Ling, his beautiful little face showing extremely calm and confident.