The situation on the street today is a good interpretation of an old song, "Lonely people are shameful", many couples, talking and laughing hand in hand walking on the road, girls in their arms, generally holding a bouquet of flowers, and those who are alone seem to be very consciously walking on the side of the road.

Like Huang Jingping, Feng Yiping was also thinking, some of these flowers must have been bought in their own stores, and they received a call before they came out, and there were basically no flowers left in the store, of course, there were still a lot of chocolates in stock.

This profoundly illustrates a problem, in this game of chasing men and women, it is really more than the man who takes the initiative, and on this day, there should be many girls who have received more than one bouquet of flowers.

What he didn't expect was that the small downstairs of the company was actually very lively today, with cars parked on both sides, from Xiali to BMW, of different grades, and there was a man dressed very gracefully in such a cold day, from more than twenty to more than forty, of different ages.

These men looked at a car with a foreign license plate and drove directly to the door downstairs, and they were a little unhappy, where did this turtle come from, thinking that they could come to the capital to spread wild with a good car?

However, the strange thing is that the security guard downstairs not only did not politely ask him to remove the car, but greeted the people in the car with a smile, what is going on?

After a while, they understood, because the people who came out of the building greeted the people in the car warmly, and it seemed that this was either a partner or a supervisor in the company.

Huang Jingping and Fang Yingzhi, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, laughed and got off the elevator, saw the car at the door at a glance, let go of Fang Yingzhi's hand, and walked over with a smile, "Aren't there any flowers?"

Feng Yiping helped her open the car door, "What about the back seat,"

Huang Jingping smiled and hugged the bouquet to her chest, squinted her eyes and sniffed it, "It's pretty much the same!"

Sure enough, no girl today wouldn't care about that.

"Let's go. Take you to a big meal,"

"Okay," Huang Jingping fastened her seat belt and waved to Fang Yingzhi, who had been watching from the side of the car. "Goodbye, Yingzhi!"

"Goodbye," Fang Yingzhi also cared, "Drink less wine at night,"

As soon as Feng Yiping started, he heard a person next to him shouting. "Yingzhi, this way," a burly man in his thirties who stood next to Jetta, wearing a black leather coat with a big fur collar and combing his big back, shouted happily at Fang Yingzhi, and opened the car door courteously.

Fang Yingzhi glanced at Feng Yiping and them, and walked over with a smile and got into the car.

The burly man was a little excited, and eagerly ran to the driver's seat to stuff himself in, "You are so beautiful today!" he complimented.

"Thank you!"

But the car won't move. As the crowds of people after work poured out, the cars that received people started one by one, and there was some congestion, Fang Yingzhi watched Feng Yiping and their cars go away, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry Boss Yang, I remember that there is still a document to deal with at night in the office, I have to go up and pick it up." ”

"It's okay, I'll wait for you. ”

Wait until all the cars and people are gone. Fang Yingzhi still didn't come down, and finally he waited for Fang Yingzhi's call, "I'm sorry Boss Yang, I'm really unlucky." I was just caught by my boss temporarily, and I helped him catch up with an important document, I can't accompany you to dinner tonight, next time, next time I will definitely invite you. ”

Fang Yingzhi was upstairs, watching Boss Yang get out of the car and walk towards the building. Then he came out in a huff - he must have been stopped by the security guard, he looked upstairs a few times without giving up, and then he returned to the car unwillingly, and when he drove away, there was a screeching sound, it is estimated that Boss Yang's mood is the same at this time.

This boss surnamed Yang was met when she negotiated the store before, and he was a "demolition generation", the yard handed down by his ancestors was demolished, and several houses and stores were compensated.

There's no way, Boss Yang's type is really not the one she likes.

Not to mention the taste of the food, I have to say that in terms of adjusting the atmosphere, the Western restaurant is indeed better than most Chinese restaurants, especially tonight, except for a few lamps left on the walls of the restaurant, the tables are lit with candles, plus the flowers and elegant and gentle piano music everywhere, the whole restaurant does create a romantic atmosphere.

The couple who dined also spoke softly, looked at the other half affectionately, and there were not a few who held their hands together on the table.

"You say, can you meet someone proposing tonight?" Huang Jingping whispered.

"Maybe," Feng Yiping replied, and it is estimated that there are quite a few people who are going to do this tonight.

In his heart, he was secretly slandering himself, what a traitor! With such an arrangement, even the electricity bill was saved.

There is a bottle in the package that says it is French dry red, and when it was time to decorate the wine, Feng Yiping stopped the waiter, "Just pour half of it, and I'll take the rest back to make sangria,"

The waiter did as he asked for half-understanding, and Huang Jingping was a little puzzled, "What is sangria?"

"To put it simply, it's sprite to the wine,"

"Oh," Huang Jingping understood, as long as Feng Yiping said it, she thought it was okay.

The waiters who poured the wine were a little unsteady in their grip for a moment, and there was a sneer on the table behind them.

In fact, this is also a restaurant that completely copies foreign Western restaurants, one of the places that does not conform to the national conditions, and in terms of privacy protection, it is not even as good as the noodle restaurant at home.

Feng Yiping didn't bother to pay attention to the table behind him, he didn't believe that there were really many people in China who could get used to the sour of dry red and appreciate the pure fruity aroma inside, if they weren't born in a Western-style family, or stayed abroad for many years, most of them were holding cups and shaking them lightly, and they were estimated to be 13.

"Did you know that when you add fruit and juice to it, it's Spain's national drink, sangria? ”

The laughter behind him stopped abruptly, and a female voice whispered, "Is that really the case?"

Feng Yiping didn't bother to prick up his ears to listen to their next conversation, compare with me, you are the real turtle!

The knives and forks of the two people are not too sharp, Feng Yiping is better, Huang Jingping learns from Feng Yiping, but there is nothing to be ashamed of, you don't see, those foreigners use chopsticks when eating Chinese food, so weird that old-fashioned people like Feng Zhenchang can't wait to beat people when they see it, but Feng Yiping doesn't think they are rude, it's just a habit.

This meal is indeed an atmosphere, girls seem to like this kind of tone, Huang Jingping is the same, she spends very little time eating, most of the time, is used to talk to Feng Yiping.

However, what made Feng Yiping breathe a sigh of relief was that throughout the night, none of them knelt down to propose, or hid the ring in the dish.

After eating the outrageous after-dinner dessert that tasted good, but the small portion, Feng Yiping really went out with the half bottle of wine, even if he didn't mix Sprite, he couldn't cheapen this black-hearted restaurant.

When he went back, he deliberately asked Huang Jingping to drive, and when she parked, he quickly ran to the house and locked the door.

Huang Jingping pushed the door and couldn't open it, guessing what little tricks he might be doing inside, smiled, and waited quietly.

She could hear him as he walked up and down the stairs, "Slow down!"

After a while, Feng Yiping said to her in the room, "Close your eyes,"

Hehe, it's quite troublesome, Huang Jingping closed her eyes as she said, Feng Yiping opened the door, blindfolded her with his hands, and led her to the house, "You can open your eyes now!"

As soon as Huang Jingping opened her eyes, although she was prepared, she couldn't help but let out a "wow".

There are no lights on at home, along the stairs, two rows of red candles are lit, and they are aromatherapy, on both sides of each step, there is a bouquet of bright red roses, and at the beginning of the stairs, there is a heart-shaped arch made of various colored balloons, this is really a scene in the movie!

She looked at Feng Yiping happily, "That's why you let me eat at the company at noon?"

Feng Yiping nodded, "Do you like it?"

"I like it so much!" Huang Jingping put her arms around Feng Yiping's neck and took the initiative to send a fragrant kiss, "I want you to carry me up,"

Who would refuse such a request?

When going up the stairs, Huang Jingping's breathing became more and more rapid, and her hands were irregularly groping on Feng Yiping's body, and when she entered the bedroom, she saw the heart shape composed of candles lit on the ground, another heart shape made of balloons on the bedside wall, and a heart-shaped pattern paved with rose petals on the bed, and the whole person was about to melt.

However, when she fell on the bed, Huang Jingping suddenly turned over and sat on Feng Yiping, is this the rhythm of turning over a serf to be a master!

For a while, the candle shadow shook red, and was ...... by the red wave.

After a long time, Huang Jingping was mostly exposed outside the quilt, lying on Feng Yiping's chest with a flushed face, and did not speak, and his right hand drew circles on his chest for a while.

"Cover the quilt and be careful of catching a cold," Feng Yiping kissed her on the head and lovingly covered her with the quilt.

Huang Jingping snorted happily, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Feng Yiping burningly, and said in a sweet and greasy voice, "Yiping, why don't we have a baby!" (To be continued.) )