Chapter VIII

The two drove away, Xiao Hui wanted to go home, and Yan Jiangling wanted to eat the meal that he hadn't eaten.

Whoever has the steering wheel has the final say.

Yan Jiangling was excited like a child, and sang all the way to drive the car back to the hotel.

Xiao Hui smiled bitterly.

Parking the car, he opened the door for her, and she bent over and took off her shoes.

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, he picked her up at once and walked towards the hotel.

"Crazy you! let go! How many people are watching!" Xiao Hui yelled at him.

Yan Jiangling stuck out his tongue at her: "Master, I never care about other people's eyes, I only do what I want to do." ”

"You can lend me an arm, and I can walk very steadily and gracefully. Xiao Hui couldn't break free from his embrace, so he changed his strategy and tried to get him to let go of her.

It's not fun to be photographed in such a public place.

She really underestimated Yan Jiangling's special independence.

Ever since this kid appeared in front of the world, he has never cared about the eyes of others.

Since he took over the family business from his father, he has never bowed his head to anyone and served softly.

He resisted the contemptuous gaze of the world and the huge pressure of the family business, and moved forward bravely until the glory of the Yan family was recast.

Before meeting him next to the trash can in the bar, Xiao Hui always thought that Yan Jiangling was a calm and ruthless sharp man like a falcon, but he didn't expect that when they got along, he was like a willful and cute younger brother, and he had nothing to do with those words that describe successful men!

In the "oh" and "ah" sounds of everyone in the hotel lobby, in the surprised faces and various surprised postures of everyone, Yan Jiangling just hugged Xiao Hui to the private room booked on the second floor.

"I don't think I've got a face to see anyone. Xiao Hui sighed as he fell on the table.

"Don't worry, after tonight, no one will know who you are. Yan Jiangling sat down, moved his hand and tore the lobster shell on the plate, while hitting her lightly.

Xiao Hui's chest was stuffy by his words.

Glaring at his eyes, he stretched out his finger and pointed at him: "Wash your hands!

Yan Jiangling looked at his hands with a depressed expression, scattered them to the sides of his body, leaned down and took a bite of the lobster with his mouth, and then got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When he came back, Xiao Hui had already put the grilled lobster on the plate in front of him.

Yan Jiangling said thank you and ate it.

Xiao Hui just looked at him.

He devoured his food, completely out of proportion, without appearance, making a chirping sound, and when he spit out the shrimp skin fish bones in his mouth, he also made a popping sound.

He apparently didn't care about her gaze at all, and even though she kept looking at him, he was acting recklessly.

The fish bones were probably stuck in his throat, he knocked and coughed, Xiao Hui handed over a glass of water: "Slow down, it's still early before closing, there is enough for you to eat, and this hotel is not endless." ”

Yan Jiangling took the cup, poured it with a bang, put down the cup, and patted his chest: "Then I want another lobster." ”

Xiao Hui called in the waiter and asked for another shrimp, but before the waiter went out, the kid said another earth-shattering sentence: "Sister, go to your house tonight to spend the night." ”

"Crazy you!" Xiao Hui jumped up, closed the door, scolded him, and drank in one go.

He didn't hear it, so he took a steamed mussel and threw it into his mouth, and continued: "Master, I can't sleep on a hard bed, I want to be soft, if not, let's go buy a thicker quilt for a while, and forget it." Also, do you have a yellow duck eye patch at home? I can't sleep without an eye patch, earplugs are essential......"

Xiao Hui interrupted his chatter: "Did I promise you to let you go?"

"Didn't you agree? You obviously agreed!" Yan Jiangling opened his eyes and said nonsense, it was really the same.