Chapter 343 I was just excited

Looking at the bright red slap marks on Jing Fei's face while gnawing on the steak beside him, Song Lele suddenly felt that he was a little too much.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Hey, I didn't mean it just now, who told you..."

"I know that if you take advantage of a woman, you have to be prepared to be beaten. I'm ready long ago." Jing Fei raised his head and grinned his teeth, interrupting what Song Lele hadn't finished saying.

Song Lele couldn't help but curl her sexy lips and wanted to curse people. Whether it was the red slap on Jing Fei's face or Jing Feigang's words, he wanted to slap this bastard again, and snorted softly: "I deserve it. Who told you to talk nonsense just now? Just take advantage of me, just say to me, say me..." Song Lele said that he had already started to talk to him. When she thought of Jing Fei, the bastard, just said that he had already slept with him and had already made him big, she wanted to slap Jing Fei again. This effect was good, and he scared Ye Wulang away directly, but as a result, his reputation was probably notorious.

When everyone thinks that this incident may be spread in a few days, Song Lele was a little panicked. Yes, she was panicked, not annoyed. Even she herself couldn't figure out why she felt this way.

Jing Fei didn't say anything, and continued to chew the steak, nodding while eating. Even someone who doesn't like Western food had to praise him that the steak here tasted really good, but the amount was a little smaller.

After a few bites of water, Jing Fei turned his face and looked at Song Lele.

Song Lele was suddenly a little nervous, and even she herself didn't know what she was nervous about. At this moment, she heard Jing Fei's question: "Do you eat or not, forget it if you eat or not."

Song Lele suddenly felt depressed and said in a muffled voice: "You eat, I'm not hungry."

Without saying a word, Jing Fei took the steak in front of Song Lele and continued to move.

Song Lele was also speechless, but when she saw the red slap mark on Jing Fei's face, she felt embarrassed again, bit her lip and asked in a low voice: "Jing Fei, do you feel pain? I didn't mean it just now, I just..."

"I know, you just got excited and took action?" Jing Fei bit the last bit of steak in his mouth, raised his head and smiled indifferently: "This is the first time I know you are so bad. It's okay, I'm not that stingy."

Looking at Jing Fei's indifferent expression, Song Lele suddenly became guilty, as if she had done a huge loss. The cause of this incident today was originally because of herself, she forced this guy to destroy her blind date. Although this bastard's method was shameless and took a lot of advantages, she successfully destroyed the blind date that made her headache, but she slapped her in the face without hesitation.

Song Lele was about to say a few words of apology, but saw Jing Fei taking out his wallet and calling the waiter.

"Hey, didn't you say I'll treat this?" Song Lele was anxious.

"Dining with women, or in such a romantic Western restaurant. If you were asked to treat me, I would have the face to go out later?" Jing Fei grinned his teeth and then pulled out a bank card and threw it to the waiter who came over.

Song Lele didn't say anything. Although Jing Fei said this sentence just now, she could see that this guy was intentional. As for the purpose, Song Lele was too lazy to think too much. She found that every time she was with Jing Fei, her head would become unsophisticated, and she was used to not using her brain.

The waiter quickly came back and politely returned the bank card to Jing Fei, but he did not pay the bill. Instead, he respectfully handed it to Jing Fei a delicate VIP membership card with a business card.

Jing Fei watched the waiter leave for no reason, then looked down at the card in his hand, and then his face became more exciting.

At this moment, Jing Fei's mood was indescribable. The owner of this couple's restaurant with a strong taste was Hu Mei. The business card contained Hu Mei's name and private phone number, which looked like that exquisite private business card.

There is only one woman in this world who can be so respectful to Jing Fei.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Jing Fei's strange look, Song Lele couldn't help but look around, but she looked inexplicably.

"It's nothing. The owner of this restaurant is a friend of mine." Jing Fei said casually, looking around, knowing that Hu Mei must be hiding somewhere in the restaurant and dare not come out. This woman seemed to have a sense of fear of herself, and even Jing Fei couldn't understand why.

"Do girls like to eat Western food? Do you give this membership card to you?" Jing Fei didn't really want to find Hu Mei, but then handed the VIP card to Song Lele.

"You only like to eat Western food?"

Song Lele didn't know what she thought of, but her face turned red and opened Jing Fei's hand directly. She complained in her heart that I wouldn't go to such places even if I like Western food. All I thought of in my mind was the extremely ambiguous scene I just saw on the first floor. Song Lele swears that she would never be close to this street in the future. It's too dirty. She decided to go back and apply for a major inspection of the place with the above, which is too corrupt.

Jing Fei didn't know that Song Lele was shy and annoyed that she was about to bring about an unrestrained disaster to Hu Mei's restaurant. Seeing that Song Lele didn't want to do so, she put it in her pocket and stood up. She had eaten and drunk enough, and her task was completed. It was time for her to slap her butt and flash...

The motorcycle stopped downstairs with a "crunch" sound, and Song Lele jumped out of the car and walked towards the stairs.

But after just a few steps, he turned his head again, looked at Jing Fei who was following behind him and glared: "What are you doing with me?"

Jing Fei looked at Song Lele with depression and didn't say anything.

He didn't want to come with him either, but since he left the restaurant and got on Song Lele's motorcycle, the woman has been racing all the way. On the way, Jing Fei reminded her several times to find an intersection and put herself down without responding. Finally, she drove here directly. Can you blame me?

Song Lele seemed to remember all this, her face turned slightly red, and then she turned around and walked into the corridor.

Jing Fei hesitated for a while and finally followed in with a tough bullet.

"Forehead"

It was not the first time Jing Fei came to Song Lele's nest, but when he walked into Song Lele's house, he was still frowned wildly. The pungent smell of alcohol and a sour smell were as if he had walked into a garbage shelter.

Is this a place where people live?

Jing Fei just glanced at the situation in the room and felt the urge to hit the wall. The bottles were everywhere, mostly beer and white wine. Occasionally, two red wine bottles would fall in a corner. The clothes they changed were thrown away in a mess, dirty and messy way, which was not enough to describe the scene of this room.

"Song Lele, have you not quit drinking yet?" Jing Fei walked into the room with his nose pinched his nose and asked instinctively, walking cautiously, for fear of being slipped by an elusive wine bottle on the ground.

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Song Lele didn't say anything. She was not afraid that Jing Fei would see her house, nor clean up the room. She walked straight to the kitchen. After a while, she grabbed Yihe instant noodles and walked out, tearing the packaging open with a "sharp" and then searching for the thermos bottles...

"Hey, Song Lele, you don't eat so many delicious foods in the restaurant just now. If you run back to eat instant noodles, you are sick." Jing Fei felt so distressed. Song Lele is really the best. The room is not much better than the garbage shelter. It is dirty and smelly, and has such a bad temper. I really don't know what will happen if the fan clubs who secretly admire her behind their backs know, and will they kill them directly?

"Do you care about me?" Song Lele glared at Jing Fei angrily, and continued to look for the thermos bottle that I don't know where to throw it, and said without raising his head: "Your mission has been completed. Now you have nothing to do, you can leave."

Jing Fei did not leave, but took two steps forward, snatched the instant noodles from Song Lele without saying a word, then threw them on the sofa, and walked into the kitchen while unable to help cursing: "I'm paralyzed, Zuo Jian is sick, you, I see if I have something to eat for you."

Song Lele was stolen from the instant noodles and scolded, and was immediately annoyed. He was about to rush up and kick Jing Fei, but suddenly stopped. He didn't move until Jing Fei walked into the kitchen. His sexy little mouth curled his lips hard, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Then, Song Lele turned around and walked towards the sofa...

When Jing Fei walked out with a bowl of hot egg noodles, Song Lele was sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for him. The room was still the same messy room, but a little space was freed near the sofa, so that at least the two of them could sit down.

"The ingredients are not enough, so let's eat it. Next time I want to eat it, prepare more ingredients at home." Jing Fei put the egg noodles in front of Song Lele, and leaned on the sofa, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth to start to suck the mist. He also admired Song Lele's noodles. At the same time, he was also puzzled. Song Lele's room was messy and unrestrained, and there was a musty smell, but Song Lele himself did not have any. Just now, the two of them were so close to each other on the motorcycle, and he still clearly remembered that the woman had a faint fragrance, not like perfume, but more like the body fragrance on her body...

Isn’t Song Lele the best woman who is born with fragrance?

Jing Fei suddenly had this idea, and then secretly looked at Song Lele. Seeing that she didn't pay attention to her, he quietly leaned forward and gently twitched his nose...

"What are you doing?"

When Jing Fei's head was less than one foot away from Song Lele's head, Song Lele suddenly raised his head, his eyes were chilly and full of chill.

"Uh, I caught a cold just now, and my nose was not ventilated." Jing Fei immediately shrank back and smiled awkwardly.

Song Lele didn't say anything, then suddenly bent down and rummaged on the coffee table for a while, then threw a small box at Jing Fei.

Jing Fei caught it and saw that it turned out to be a box of cold spirit capsules.

Song Lele was just looking for cold medicine for herself. When did this woman become so understanding?
Chapter completed!