"No, it's just that Zhuang Mingli is really good. Don't you realize it?"
“…”
Ouyang Ping was so angry that she thought about it, and her eyes signaled Zhuo Jian to shut up first, then opened the door and looked outside, and then immediately closed the door, "Fu Yanye is smoking outside."
Zhuo Jian looked at her conditionedly, then lowered his eyes and was silent, a little depressed.
“现在跟姐姐说句实话,你是不是为了刺激傅衍夜?”
欧阳萍走近她,声音放低.
"I don't."
"Didn't you want to prove that Zhuang Mingli loves you? Or do you want him to taste the ambiguous feeling of the person he loves with others?"
Ouyang Ping's eyes became more and more smart when she looked at her.
Zhuo Jian felt that her thinking was too meticulous, but she was silent for a few seconds, and said, "There is nothing."
Ouyang Ping stopped asking her anything, and later smiled and said, "Actually, this is pretty good, and he should be abused."
Zhuo Jian still didn't say anything, but Ouyang Ping washed her hands and left. The bathroom door was wide open, and Zhuo Jian smelled the familiar smell of smoke.
Ouyang Ping left without saying hello to Fu Yanye. Zhuo Jian walked to the door and looked out. He looked like a little girl who was secretly doing bad things when she saw her parents, but she was still nervous and then silently retreated.
Fu Yanye was still smoking, as if he didn't know she was inside.
After about half a minute, Zhuo Jian walked out again, and then pretended that he didn't see him walking towards the private room.
"Zhuo Jian."
Fu Yanye was about to finish smoking the cigarette, holding the cigarette butt, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking, but suddenly called her coldly.
Zhuo Jian stopped and turned, "Mr. Fu? Why are you there too? I didn't see it."
Fu Yanye felt uncomfortable, but laughed at her and shot her with a breathtaking look.
"I'm having dinner with my friends, so I lost my companion first."
After Zhuo Jian said that, he nodded and left, polite and sensible.
还有疏远.
傅衍夜还是站在那里,在她傲慢的迈着小细腿离开后,他走到垃圾桶前将烟蒂扔掉.
She probably didn't know that he had the intention to strip her alive now.
I really want to see her crying and saying she will never be able to do it again.
Zhuo Jian sat back again and looked in a good mood. Ouyang Ping and Zhuang Mingli were talking about the roast duck slices, but the duck was pitiful.
Zhuang Mingli poured wine for Ouyang Ping slowly and said, "This world is the prey of the weak. Although humans cannot control their own life and death, they can still control the fate of a duck."
Ouyang Ping felt that the eldest young master looked a bit like Su Bai on the surface, but his heart was different from Su Bai.
He knew better what he wanted.
Looking at Zhuo Jian again, this silly girl wouldn't be really caught by him, right? I feel like he hasn't used his ultimate move yet.
"Have you seen Fu Yanye?"
Zhuang Mingli suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhuo Jian who was eating fried rice cakes and asked.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian's movements of eating rice cakes were stagnant, and he quickly nodded while eating.
庄明厉又不说话了,只是帮她盛了汤送到她面前,“晚上少吃点这种食物,多喝点汤.”
Zhuo Jian still nodded, "Okay."
Ouyang Ping looked at it and felt a little crazy.
What is this?
卓简从来不会主动接受一个男人对她好,连李玉清给她盛汤她都不会轻易接受,但是面对庄明厉,她竟然……
那种感觉太奇怪了.
It cannot be said that it is intimacy. It seems that I know this is wrong, but I still accept it happily.
"Have she told you that I met her for the first time?"
"First encounter?"
"I was hiding from forced marriage at that time. Was she hiding from Fu Yanye?"
Zhuang Mingli looked at her intently and asked her.
Zhuo Jian nodded and admitted.
But she continued to eat her and did not intend to join the discussion.
Ouyang Ping looked at them in confusion.
"I almost ran away that night. It was all her fault for suddenly shouting that I was caught back again, but we still met him downstairs of the hotel. I knew she was hiding from Fu Yanye at that time. By the way, Fu
Yan Ye hit me that night."
Zhuang Mingli said, raising his hand to touch the place where he had been beaten.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye, "You don't want to call back, do you?"
"Of course, there is no man who doesn't want to be beaten back after being beaten."
Zhuang Mingli said.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Ouyang Ping felt distressed by Zhuo Jian.
"Of course, if you say you don't allow me to hit him, I won't hit him."
Zhuang Mingli stared at her and said.
Zhuo Jian stuffed the hawthorn, then put the chopsticks, straightened his waist, swallowed the hawthorn, and said, "It would be strange if you can beat him."
"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon? I'm the one who has won the fencing championship."
“…”
“…”
Both Ouyang Ping and Zhuo Jian should look up to him.
But he suddenly laughed and said, "Although it's in college."
Ouyang Ping couldn't help laughing. Why do you think this person is really a little cute?
If their little sister Jian did not meet Fu Yanye, but met this person first, maybe it was really...
Still no, Su Bai is a good example.
Zhuo Jian was also laughing, but she was a little perfunctory.
Ouyang Ping and Zhuang Mingli drank a bottle of red wine, Zhuo Jian drank a large glass of juice, and the soup Zhuang Mingli helped her, and also had a lot of rice.
It seems that Zhuo Jian hasn't eaten so much supper for a long time, and he's very full.
Zhuang Mingli and Ouyang Ping didn't eat much. Ouyang Ping was a little worried that she would eat too much because she had a bad stomach recently. She might suffer again at night after eating too much. However, Zhuang Mingli thought that she should eat more.
Too thin.
And when he saw her eating, he felt it was a kind of enjoyment.
She chewed her slowly and felt that she would not hurt her stomach.
Otherwise, why would she be so slender? It should be because of the way she eats.
"She had anorexia before."
Ouyang Ping suddenly said to Zhuang Mingli.
Zhuang Mingli looked at Ouyang Ping in a blink of an eye and asked her: "Hmm?"
Ouyang Ping smiled, glanced at her phone, and stood up, "It's time to go back. My husband sent a WeChat message saying that he was waiting for me downstairs, how can you leave?"
"Oh, I'll give him."
Zhuo Jian also got up and took his cell phone and backpack.
Zhuang Mingli saw that she really wanted to give her away, and his eyes were shining in his happy eyes.
Ouyang Ping glanced at Zhuo Jian with disagreement, and couldn't help but murmur in her ear when she walked in front of her: "Don't play too much, Fu Yanye's patience is not as good as you think."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything and smiled.
The three of them went out together, and sure enough, Li Yuqing was in their car.
What surprised them was that there was another person.
Fu Yanye was still there, standing with Li Yuqing.
Both of them were smoking, and it was natural to see them come out.
After Ouyang Ping walked over, she looked at the cigarette in her husband's hand and said, "Mr. Fu, don't take my husband badly. My husband doesn't smoke normally."
"It's okay to draw one occasionally."
Li Yuqing smiled and said to Ouyang Ping that when she saw her eyes, she knew that she must have drunk some.
"You didn't drink?"
Fu Yanye stared at Zhuo Jian and asked, and the force of pinching the cigarette became a little stronger.
"Well, I want to be a driver for Zhuang Mingli."
Zhuo Jian agreed as if nothing had happened, then looked at him and reached out to Zhuang Mingli, "Key."
When the night is dark and the wind is high, everything can happen.