Sweetheart was shaking her head and listening to songs in the car, and suddenly sat up straight, Situ Qinglang next to her glanced at her, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"I just saw a golden Rolls-Royce!" Sweetheart's eyes widened, "what do I think...... Whose car is it?"

"Wei Chirong?" Situ Qinglang narrowed his eyes and glanced in the rearview mirror.

There aren't many people who drive a golden Rolls-Royce, and even fewer can make a sweetheart recognizable at a glance.

If there is an intersection between Wei Chirong and Beiting City, it can only be because of the sweetheart, and the sweetheart is so alarmed in his heart - shouldn't he be here to rob him again? !

The afterimage of the Rolls-Royce disappeared at the end of the road, Wei Chirong was dressed in a well-tailored sapphire blue suit, holding the steering wheel in one hand and calling up the navigation with the other.

The doorman bowed, politely stepped forward to take the car keys and parked, Wei Chirong stood outside the door and made a call, and after receiving a positive answer, he walked towards the Intercontinental Hotel.

Take the elevator directly to the third floor, and at the table in the viewing area, he saw the person he wanted to see on this trip.

Meng Feng looked at his watch, his smile was evil and a little ruffian, he snapped his fingers, signaled Wei Chirong to be here, and then said: "You Hong Kong people are really punctual, the second hand of my watch jumps one step forward, and I am ready to leave." ”

"The colonel praised me and corrected two points: 1. I have always saved time on both sides of the meeting, saying that what time is what time it is, not one second earlier, not one second late; 2. I am not a Hong Kong person, at most half of it. Yu Chirong sat down and replied lightly.

"Oh-" Meng Feng's voice turned a thousand times, he played with the tall crystal cup in his hand, shook the liquid inside, and said, "I have seen it for a long time, but Lord Wei Chi asked me to ask me, not to tell me that you are not a purebred Hong Konger." ”

"That's nature. Yu Chirong smiled slightly, "After all, there is nothing to show off when the bloodline is noble." ”

The first time the two met, it was-for-tat, and there was a hint of mockery between the lines, Meng Feng tapped his fingers on the table and asked, "In that case, Lord Wei Chi, who is of noble blood, what do you want to eat?" I'm afraid there is nothing here to suit your appetite. ”

"Eat casually, if it suits your appetite, you always have to follow the local customs. Yu Chirong called the waiter and ordered the most famous steak set here, Meng Feng didn't like to use knives and forks, so he ordered five-minute cooked pork chop and seafood cheese pasta, and asked the waiter for a pair of chopsticks very strangely, and ate meat without caring about the image.

"Looks like you're going to have a hard time. Wei Chirong was elegant like a cat, his dining etiquette was in accordance with aristocratic standards, and his tone was quite sarcastic, "I probably can't eat a lot, otherwise I wouldn't be as hungry as I am now." ”

"Lord Wei Chi has been in Hong Kong for too long, don't be ashamed if you don't learn your mother tongue, hunger refers to eating something you shouldn't eat, I just don't care to eat like you have to wipe your mouth, mother-in-law and mother are not even as good as girls. ”

When Wei Chirong heard Meng Feng's complaints, he didn't laugh angrily, he always liked people with character, this Meng Feng was a straight intestine, which was very much in line with his appetite.

"I heard that you have a same-sex lover. He digressed and asked.

Meng Feng paused his chopsticks, glanced at him, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "You traveled all the way to Beiting City to ask me for dinner, just to ask who I like?"