"Stop!" Luo Xiaoqian couldn't bear it anymore, "Isn't it just a piece of clothing, so are the two of you?" ”

"As for!" The two men roared in unison, and after a moment realized that it was her problem, and at the same time turned their faces to her and smiled, "Xiaoqian, this matter has nothing to do with you!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes.

What does it mean has nothing to do with her, this matter is clearly because of her.

If that dress wasn't worn by her, would Leng Zimo care so much?

Also, this Jiao Yang too, Leng Zimo likes her, and she is possessive, so what kind of fun is he making!

She turned her face sideways and looked at Jiao Yang, "That's it, when I go back to Beijing, I'll buy an identical one and return it to you, is this the case?" ”

Looking at the smile in Leng Zimo's eyes, Jiao Yang's stubbornness also rose.

"My piece is an exclusive limited edition that the French master who made my clothes has retired, there can be no more exactly the same in this world, and that dress has a special meaning to me."

"So?" Luo Xiaoqian turned her gaze and looked at Leng Zimo, "Otherwise, give it back to him?" ”

There was obvious apprehension in her tone, as if she was afraid that he would be unhappy.

If it was usual, Leng Zimo would definitely agree to her, but on the other side, the smile on Jiao Yang's lips was obviously proud, how could he let him succeed.

"I broke my clothes."

"I don't mind!"

"I don't mind."

"I can fix it."

"If it's broken, it's broken, and it's not good to repair it."

"Even if it breaks into a mop, I want it!"

"Anyway, I won't give it to you!"

……

"Please!" Luo Xiaoqian stood in front of the two of them with her palms folded, "You are adults, don't be as naïve as the two kindergarten children, okay......"

"It's not me, it's him!"

Two men, again speaking at the same time.

Luo Xiaoqian felt that she was about to be defeated, looked at Jiao Yang, and then looked at Leng Zimo, she suddenly covered her stomach and squatted down.

"Ouch!"

"What's wrong?!"

The two men rushed over worriedly at the same time, and Leng Zimo took the first step and held her arm.

Luo Xiaoqian raised her face, "I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts, can we go to eat?!" ”

"Okay, eat!" Leng Zimo carefully helped her up from the ground, "You sit down first, I'll call and ask the restaurant to bring the meal!" ”

On the side, Jiao Yang had already grabbed the landline phone on the table first, and pressed the internal line, "Restaurant, please help me bring three breakfasts, the account is at 93 ......"

He was just about to report the number of his room, Leng Zimo had already reached over and pressed the voiceover button, and reported his room number, "9315, xiexie!" ”

Turning around, Leng Zimo directly took the cup, poured a cup of hot water and sent it over.

Luo Xiaoqian took small sips of water, for fear that the two would quarrel again.

Fortunately, the delivery man came quickly, there was a knock on the door, and three breakfasts were served to the table.

Luo Xiaoqian sat on the main sofa, and the two men dragged a small sofa to sit on both sides of the small table.

Before she could move, a spoon and a pair of chopsticks were brought to her at the same time.

"I drink porridge, no utensils!" Luo Xiaoqian didn't look at the two of them, and directly picked up the porridge bowl and brought it to her mouth.

"Do you want to add sugar (side dishes)?!"

The voices of the two men rang out at the same time.

Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from the bowl, her little face was full of helplessness, "I beg you, can you let me finish this breakfast quietly?!" ”