Watt?!Sweetheart is Spartan in an instant, this is too cruel! This guy wants to treat himself in such a disgusting way!

Let yourself sit on vomit and eat! Is this kind of thing an ordinary human being able to come up with? It must not be, who would do such a thing with normal people!

She decisively sat down opposite He Jiaming, He Jiaming cocked Erlang's legs, raised his eyebrows, and looked at her with disdain: "Miss Sweetheart, is it still too dark?"

"No, it's good here. She smiled all over her face.

Otherwise, this guy will definitely really take himself out and throw him out the door, yes, he has always been so ruthless!

He Jiaming was very satisfied, and felt that he had finally saved some face, so he instructed the manager: "Please bring the menu." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ho, please wait. The female manager left gracefully.

Sweetheart whispered, "Hey, I'm please." ”

"Shut up. He Jiaming glared at her fiercely.

Sweetheart wondered, "Why did I provoke you, you won't let me speak for the sake of Shenma?"

"Because you threw up. ”

Sweetheart immediately had tears in her eyes - this is also called a reason? This is simply bullying people, okay!

"I'm really wondering, have you always been so unlikable in your speech, and you didn't die from your mouth and your unassuming behavior. He Jiaming sneered and commented.

"Don't you like me too?" Sweetheart muttered in retort.

He Jiaming was instantly choked on the outside and tender on the inside, and looked like he was about to kill again.

Sweetheart saw the dinner knife in front of him, and finally found that he felt that he couldn't talk so fast anymore, otherwise he might be poked into a sieve.

"When I didn't say it. She gestured a cross in front of her mouth.

He Jiaming really hated sweetheart so much that the roots of his teeth itched, her underbeaten and painful appearance really made him want to bully her on the bed, as soon as she shut up, he suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to sit awkwardly opposite sweetheart, his eyes swept over her face from time to time, and then moved to the goblet in front of him.

The menu was brought, He Jiaming pointed to the sweetheart, and the female manager immediately handed over the menu that was as thick as a brick, but the sweetheart didn't catch any of them, and almost smashed the brick on her feet.

He Jiaming sat opposite and watched her hairy behavior, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart-how did Situ Qinglang, that nitpicky guy, endure this stupid person? Is it really because of complementary personalities?

Sweetheart turned the first page and immediately widened her eyes.

One by one, foie gras costs 999 yuan, is this goose grown up eating gold? And since it is 999 yuan, why can't it be 1000 yuan? Is this the rhythm of forcing Virgo to death!

Turning a few pages back, lobster is 2,500 yuan, which is still a member discount, snowflake beef is 2,000 yuan, the most ordinary pasta is 525 yuan, and a tiramisu please costs 364 yuan!

The sweetheart flipped from beginning to end, and couldn't help but close it silently, He Jiaming looked at her frightened on the other side, and couldn't help but turn on the mockery mode again: "What, haven't you eaten it?"

"I really haven't eaten any money. Sweetheart smiled and pushed the menu to him, "It's okay, you can order it, I'm ready to brush the dishes here!"

"Look at this tone, I chose the wrong place, should I accompany you to eat and see you tomorrow?" He Jiaming took the menu casually and said shyly.

Sweetheart silently raised her middle finger in her heart - can you suffocate if you don't mention this stubble?

"Two portions of foie gras, two parts of baked snails, one part of Spanish ham, one part of cod with broccoli puree, one part of lobster pasta, two parts of tiramisu, one bottle of veuveclicquotla grandedame. ”

He Jiaming's English is also quite authentic, with a strong American style, which is quite good. He closed the menu gracefully, and then tapped his fingers on the table, for a moment.

Sweetheart asked curiously, "Did you do well in school when you were in school?"

He Jiaming looked at her in wonder: "Why do you think so?"

"Because I just heard you speak English quite fluently. Sweetheart replied assumingly.

He Jiaming looked at her calmly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, except for mathematics, all the rest of my college entrance examination are 40 points, with a full score of 150." ”

"......" scumbag, sweetheart thought silently in her heart.

"When I went to university, I got full marks in economics and mathematics, and all the rest were make-up exams. ”

"......" college scum, the sweetheart silently mends the knife in his heart.

"Learning this thing, to be honest, is really useless, when you get to the society, you will know that those things in the ivory tower are completely useless, far less than the early cultivation of your own skills to get a job. ”

"You say that because you grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth, right?" Sweetheart looked at him disdainfully, "Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, you don't have to go to school and have a job anyway." ”

He Jiaming leaned forward when he heard this, squinted his eyes and looked at her: "I hate you little people the most, obviously I have no ability, but I still think that those who have the ability rely on hard work, Lao Tzu and my money is earned by one penny, and there is no relationship with the family, Lao Tzu even earns his own money to study abroad, not every second generation is as unbearable as you people think." ”

Sweetheart suddenly felt choked after hearing this, and indeed she thought He Jiaming was ...... It was raised at home.

"I tell you, if you think you are inferior and feel that you are inferior to others from birth, then you are finished, and losing at the starting line does not refer to your origin, but to your mentality. ”

He Jiaming's point of view has a strong gangsterism and domineering, which is completely different from Qinglang's steadfastness and calmness, and the sweetheart can feel the most essential difference between the two people from his words.

"Oh. She nodded seriously, "Thank you, Mr. He." ”

"Do you think I'm lecturing with you? Do you know how many people want to invite me to give a lecture and don't even have a door, but you have made a lot of money today, not only can I invite you to dinner, but you can also listen to my reasoning. ”

"Should I cry or hug your thigh?" asked Sweetheart, tilting her head.

He Jiaming smiled shamelessly: "You can be moved to the point where you can grab my bird." ”

"......" Sweetheart glared at him with a flushed face: "He Jiaming, please don't say this kind of thing to a **." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the pre-dinner appetizer salad and champagne were served, and the sweetheart stared at the champagne bottle Sparta: "This is wine?"

"Champagne, you won't get drunk if you drink a little, the taste is fruity, suitable for girls. He Jiaming explained.

"I don't want to drink ......"

"Manager, please strain the pile of vomit she just got and put it up. He Jiaming smiled badly.

Sweetheart almost threw up again when she heard this, but she quickly surrendered: "I drink, I drink." ”

He Jiaming curled the corners of his lips: "It's easy to treat you, next time I say one, you are not allowed to say two, did you hear it, sweet and cheap." ”。

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