Even if An family is in the country, it is considered a wealthy family, so I have never been to such a place to eat.

An Qiao flipped the menu again and again, but finally gave up.

She couldn't click.

Feng Yan did not force himself, and fluently reported a string of dishes to the waiter, and added: "Take out the bottle of lover'slost I put here, and I want to celebrate with my wife."

"yes!"

After the waiter left, An Qiao said nervously: "Mr. Feng"

Feng Yan's face darkened, "Call me husband!"

Well

OK! An Qiao has to compromise temporarily, "Well, I want to declare that if you get married because we had sex, then I don't think it's necessary. You are a man, and you don't suffer any loss. I don't need you to be responsible. If you really feel wronged, I won't compensate you from other aspects, do you think it's okay?"

Feng Yan smiled and pulled the corners of his mouth without laughing, "No!"

An Qiao:"

This man doesn't have any oil or salt, right?

She pursed her lips, not knowing what to say for a moment, so she could only sniffle.

I don’t know why, but there were only two of them in Jerusalem tonight. An Qiao didn’t know that this was because Feng Yan had already booked the venue, just thinking that the consumption here was too high and the business was deserted.

Soon, the waiter brought the wine over. During the sobering process, the two sat face to face and said nothing.

Until he woke up, the waiter poured a glass for each of them, then stepped down. Feng Yan picked up the glass in front of him and asked, "Do you really want to know why I married you?"

An Qiao nodded vigorously.

She really wanted to know. After all, the man in front of her was undoubtedly too excellent in any aspect. It was too far-fetched to ask her to believe in the reasons for being responsible.

She also never believed that there was love or hatred in this world for no reason.

Feng Yanwei narrowed her eyes at her, with a smile on her lips, and she looked extremely lazy and charming with a red wine glass, and suddenly waved to her.

An Qiao was a little confused, but she still got up and walked over.

But unexpectedly, as soon as she arrived in front of him, she was grabbed by her wrist. She had no time to exclaim, and she fell into his arms unexpectedly.

"what you do?"

She was a little panicked, and her little hand pressed against his chest, and she struggled to stand up.

"Don't move."

Feng Yan clasped her waist, hugged her tightly on himself, and whispered: "Don't get angry."

An Qiao was stunned.

She actually felt under her body

A low and gorgeous voice sounded in my ears at the right time, like a cello playing a heavy string, so sexy.

"Did you feel it? That's why you marry you."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

An Qiao's face suddenly turned red. She was both ashamed and angry. She pushed the man away and stood up suddenly.

"You, you, gangster!"

The man curled his lips slightly, looked at her blushing face with satisfaction, and his eyes were filled with joy.

"We are husband and wife. Isn't it normal for my husband to be a hooligan to his wife?"

An Qiao's face turned red with anger, and she was speechless for a moment.

Fortunately, the waiter served the food at this time and the embarrassment was slightly relieved.

An Qiao sat back in her original position in a frustrated manner, looking at the exquisite food in front of her, without any appetite, but when she looked up, the man opposite her tasted gracefully, while eating, she raised her glass and smiled charmingly at her, and said, "Wife, cheeses!"

An Qiao was even more speechless.

After thinking about it, since he doesn't want to speak well, then I won't say anything. Anyway, she doesn't suffer any loss with a Diamond Prince's husband. Thinking of this, An Qiao has nothing to worry about, so she picked up the tableware and tried to eat.

What does he mean? It’s so big that he is hungry, so she will talk about it after eating.

From morning until now, she still has not yet dripped rice. In addition, the chef here specially invited a seven-star chef from France. The food made is naturally an authentic French meal. Not only is it delicious, but she doesn't have the chance to eat it normally, so An Qiao was very rude.

Seeing the little woman exhale with food, Feng Yan curled his lips slightly and smiled slightly.

An Qiao's appetite was very small and he was soon full. When he put down the tableware, Feng Yan was still gracefully cutting foie gras.

The lights in the restaurant were a little dim, and it was a warm yellow full of ambiguous atmosphere. An Qiao served her stomach full and her mood improved a little. Seeing Feng Yan eating slowly, her handsome face looked deeper than during the day because of the lights, and her eyes were even slightly blue.

She was slightly stunned and thought to herself, his eyes were actually blue, was it a mixed race?

The phone suddenly buzzed in the bag. An Qiao came to her senses and took it out and saw that it was her father.

She quickly got up and walked to the other side to answer.

"Hey, dad."

She deliberately lowered her voice, not wanting to be heard by Feng Yan.

"An Qiao, why did your phone turn off? It couldn't be done after calling for a long time!"

An Zishan's voice was filled with anger, and An Qiao was slightly stunned.

Has her phone turned off? No!

She just took it out of her bag.

An Qiao didn't have time to think about this question, and was still angry that he didn't believe her this morning, so he just asked lightly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Where are you?"

Ancho hesitated for a moment, but chose to answer honestly, "West Restaurant in Jerusalem."

"one person?"

An Qiao stopped talking.

She vaguely remembered that Feng Yan took her away from the wedding. My father asked this now, definitely not because he cared about her. Moreover, as long as he had eyes, he could see that the man was not an ordinary person and she was unwilling to let his family misunderstand.

But An Qiao just hesitated for a moment and saw the clues.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little gentler and said confidently: "Are you with Mr. Bo?"

An Qiao looked at Feng Yan not far away, frowned, and denied, "No."

"No? Then what are you doing outside alone?"

An Qiao didn't know how to answer, she was not good at lying, so she could only remain silent.

An Zishan's voice sounded again, "You said you are the same. It's not shameful to have a boyfriend, so why don't you tell your family? It caused such a big misunderstanding this morning."

"He is not..."

"Okay, I know you're fine. If you have time, take Mr. Feng back for a meal. Have you heard of it?"

"Dad, we..."

"Okay, I still have something to do, let's do it! I won't tell you anymore."

An Zishan quickly hung up the phone, which caused An Qiao to not react when he saw the words ending the call on the screen.

What did dad just say?

Take Mr. Feng home for dinner?

“…”

An Qiao is really about to burst into tears...

She returned to her seat with her cell phone.
Chapter completed!