Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

At this time, Feng Yiping was finally able to taste the dinner Jin Ling solemnly prepared. When he put down his phone, he originally wanted to say "sorry", but after thinking about it, he took it back.

In the daily life of Chinese people, two people who are too close to each other can't be close, except when they are joking, they generally don't "sorry" or "it doesn't matter" at all.

The so-called respect as a guest, it is really possible to develop into a respect as ice.

Dinner for two people, but there are 6 dishes and 1 soup, which is really hearty.

"As far as the appearance is concerned, the proper upper-middle level," Feng Yiping said while looking at the dish.

Judging from the arrangement of the plates, this is obviously not directly poured from the pot to the plate, but a chopstick and a chopstick, or a spoon and a spoon.

Look at the carrot and cauliflower on the side of the plate, the green vegetables and lettuce on the bottom of the plate, and the regular asparagus... It can be seen that this is really hard work.

"Furthermore," he slapped his hand in front of him, "Well, it's good, it smells the same as the restaurant chef's."

"So, which dish do you suggest I eat first?"

"Which one do you want to eat first?" Jin Ling looked like you don't want to underestimate people. "You can eat whatever you like."

Then, he saw that Feng Yiping's chopsticks stretched towards the plate of tofu soup with shrimp and red prawns.

"Wow, it's delicious!" Feng Yiping tasted a piece and said exaggeratedly, "You really made this, not from the restaurant downstairs?"

Jin Ling's noodles "cut" with disdain, "Who knows how to make a dish?"

But she had been holding the chopsticks tightly, and finally relaxed, "I know to eat tofu!"

"This at least shows that I am not in a hurry," Feng Yiping smiled, and he picked up a large yellow croaker with chopsticks, "Well, it's really great."

Jin Ling curled his lips, and if he was not in a hurry, it must be a good thing?

Don't you know, tofu has a shelf life?

And she really knew that Feng Yiping had never liked to eat dried tofu.

"You have to toast you a glass," Feng Yiping raised his glass. "The so-called go to the hall and go to the kitchen, it is simply tailored for you."

"Such a good girl, but in my hands, God treats me, she is really not thin!"

"Can you speak well," Jin Ling smiled, "What does it mean to fall into your hands?"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, how can I say that I lost it? I grabbed it," Feng Yiping said hurriedly.

"Slicky tone," Jin Ling said, but laughed again.

Feng Yiping's performance made her feel that these few hours in the afternoon were really worthwhile!

This meal was at least worthy of the candle on the table. Before she knew it, Jin Ling discovered that her hand was held by Feng Yiping, and that she only used one hand to eat, so there was no inconvenience.

Sometimes, she would inevitably think that two people are more than 60 years old together, and still make such movements, are they naive, or not?

But let alone, she was really unwilling to let go.

"Hey, by the way, was it the first time I saw me, I fell in love at first sight, and I can no longer erase my shadow in my mind, and there will always be me in my heart?" Feng Yiping asked with a grin.

"Haha," Jin Ling leaned on the table with a smile, "You... why are you so narcissistic?"

"Just as the smell of your **** was not dry at the beginning, but you want to pretend to be old-fashioned, I tell you, pretend to be pretentious, pretend to be terrible,"

"Still fell in love at first sight?"

"That's good! That's good!" Feng Yiping heaved a sigh of relief and patted his chest. "I'm still the most worried. You have been stuck in my face and can't help yourself."

"I'm very happy. You have withstood the test and saw the outstanding and outstanding abilities behind my appearance, as well as my super high personality charm..."

"Hahaha," Jin Ling still pulled out her hand, she couldn't help laughing, "hahaha," she pointed at Feng Yiping, laughed a few times, and bent down again, "Oh, my belly,"

"I said, do you have a profound misunderstanding of the word face value?"

"Is there?" Feng Yiping straightened up, "and Pan An, at least can't be equal to each other,"

Jin Ling stayed for a while, then laughed "haha" again...

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In the seemingly empty KTV, the music is very loud, "I finally see all dreams blooming\young chasing...The invisible wings make dreams last longer than the sky\leave a wish for yourself to imagine,"

"Huh", Wu Qian put down the microphone, "Mr. Fang, beauty, come and have a drink." She picked up a bottle of beer and touched Fang Yingzhi.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I was so relaxed," she leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Yes," Fang Yingzhi smiled lightly.

"Sorry, Yingzhi, did I force you out and delayed your work?" Wu Qian asked.

"Where is it?" Fang Yingzhi said.

"Really isn't it, that's good, how I look at you, I always look a little absent-minded,"

"No, it's just... I've been very busy recently, maybe, I'm not used to this kind of ease at once," Fang Yingzhi said with a smile.

"Don't tell me, it really is," Wu Qian immediately agreed, "Last night, I should have been with Mr. Feng in this meeting and had a meeting with Andrews."

"Yiping him, it's rare to have no arrangements at night, right," Fang Yingzhi asked.

"Yes, even for dinner today, no one was arranged to eat with him," Wu Qian said.

Fang Yingzhi nodded, "That's really rare,"

However, the smile on her face is already quite reluctant.

Because she knew that Jin Ling would rarely have any arrangements tonight, so...

She felt that the intuition she had last time must be right.

"Hey Yingzhi, it's time for you," Wu Qian called, and Fang Yingzhi picked up the microphone, "You **** gentle..."

"Wow, great!" Wu Qian applauded in strength.

The next song, still by Fang Yingzhi, is the theme song of this year's hot New Year movie "Love Call Transfer", and Eason Chan's "Love Transfer".

Wu Qian held a beer bottle as a microphone, and shook her head and sang with Fang Yingzhi, "How many shop windows have been wandered\How many hotels have I stayed in..."

"Wow Yingzhi, you sing really well, very emotional!" Wu Qian boasted.

The next song is Fang Yingzhi, the old song, "White Moonlight".

As soon as the prelude sounded, Wu Qian felt a little groggy and awake a lot.

The warm and simple, but quaint folk music style, matched with the moving and beautiful film soundtrack-style string music arrangement, coupled with Zhang Xinzhe's pure and emotional voice, suddenly made her thoughts melodious..."Oh , Yingzhi, you didn't keep up."

Fang Yingzhi inserted in the second sentence, "Everyone\ has a sadness..."

Half an hour later, the box still says "You are me\unspeakable injury\want to forget\and can't help but think back."

After another half an hour, "...I want to hide, but it is growing,"

Wu Qian looked at Fang Yingzhi who was singing sentence by sentence with the microphone, sighed, and picked up two bottles of beer, "Come to Yingzhi, take a break first, let's drink,"

"Drinking, it's drunk, it doesn't matter, drunk, big deal, we won't go to work tomorrow," she said proudly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yes," Fang Yingzhi grumbled boldly while holding the wine bottle. Big deal, my old lady is not going to work! "

Looking at Fang Yingzhi, who seemed to have such a plan, Wu Qian smiled bitterly again. Am I being brave? I don't dare not go to work.

But, facing Fang Yingzhi in this state, what good can she do? "Yingzhi, drink slowly, let's eat something, I'll order some fruit,"

Alas, it’s a good time to come out to relax.

However, looking at Fang Yingzhi, who always has a smile on her face, she can't help feeling a little distressed now.

It's just that there are some things, it just can't help it.

Bai Yueguang!

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In Feng Yiping's top-floor mansion, it was time for the intermission. Even at this time, Jin Ling was still lying on his pillow instead of Feng Yiping's arms.

"Hey," he touched Feng Yiping, "Ask you a question,"

"Okay," Feng Yiping, who was still very relaxed, immediately became nervous, because he knew that generally the questions asked at such times must be treated with care.

"When you first arrived in the capital, that time, you went home, the time I was in the bathroom," Jin Ling's face was a little red, of course, she couldn't tell at this time.

"What?" Feng Yiping looked blank.

"What did you see?" Jin Ling asked.

"Why don't I have any impression?" Feng Yiping said.

Jin Ling pinched him immediately, "You still pretend!"

"Okay, okay, let me think about it," Feng Yiping smiled and hid to the side, suddenly lifted the quilt and glanced.

"Ah!" Jin Ling yelled.

Feng Yiping laughed and said, "Haha, it seems vaguely, it's the same as yesterday!"

"Wow, so you Feng Yiping, I'll just say..."