Chapter 052: It's Not That Easy to Hurt People

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Lan Jialu had just woken up from the panic in her dream, and at a glance she saw that under the soft light, Wang Baoqiang was sitting on the sofa, like a guardian saint, and had never left half a step.

There was an inexplicable burst of relief in her heart, and Lan Jialu fell asleep in a daze.

Time passed quickly, and Lan Jialu woke up because of the temptation of a fragrance that she couldn't resist.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Wang Baoqiang was eating with the dark dart Yao Teng, and when he turned his head, he saw Lan Jialu with a confused face, and the movements in his hands were stunned.

"You two sit for me! No peeking! ā€

Wang Baoqiang suddenly lost half of the bun in his hand, forcefully broke back the head of a certain person who wanted to turn over and peek, and walked towards Lan Jialu, who was still in a fog, with a straight face.

At some point, he pulled a coat on his hand, and his wheel hand draped it on Lan Jialu's shoulders, and there was a hint of blush on his face.

"Ahem, you change your clothes and get up to eat, I'll let those two boys close their eyes."

Yao Teng and Dark Dart glanced at each other, quietly drinking their millet porridge, and Quan Dang didn't know anything.

Lan Jialu nodded, and after Wang Baoqiang turned around, he quickly put on his clothes, went straight to the toilet, looked at himself haggard inside, and pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty.

The nightmare of almost a night made her mental state extremely bad.

"Brother, why are you so careful, you can't look at it twice?"

On death, Yao Teng claimed to be the first, and he felt that no one dared to have an opinion, so he shamelessly went up to ridicule Wang Baoqiang.

Wang Baoqiang slapped the person away with an expressionless forehead, and said angrily: "Eat your things and talk less nonsense!" ā€

Yao Teng Nu mouthed, and saw the Lan family who had come out of the bathroom cleaned and neatly dressed, and moved to the side: "Miss Lan! You sit! ā€

"Thank you."

Lan Jialu smiled politely, and when she turned her head to look at Wang Baoqiang, her tone was much closer: "Nothing happened again, right?" I bothered you last night. ā€

"It's not troublesome, you can sleep at ease, no matter how many brothers you have, you have to be worthy of the 1.5 million."

Wang Baoqiang grinned, glanced at Lan Jialu quickly, and stared intently at the millet porridge in front of him. Lan Jialu paused, and ate something in silence.

Wang Baoqiang didn't want to see Lan Jialu, nor did he deliberately alienate him. He just didn't know what was wrong with him, and he was distraught when he saw the face he had seen so many times.

Waves of anxiety made him not want to eat, this can't be fucking poisoning, right?

Wang Baoqiang doubted in his heart, quickly solved the two buns in his hand, and stood up with a wipe of his mouth: "Okay, you two are guarding here, I'll go make up for sleep, don't make any mistakes!" ā€

"Brother, are you willing to go?"

The medicine vine came out of nowhere, Wang Baoqiang was stunned, saw Lan Jialu's instantly pink ears, and glared at the kid fiercely: "You are full of food and want to be beaten?" If something happens, Lao Tzu will be the first to throw you down and feed the fish! ā€

"Brother, why are you so ruthless."

Yao Teng complained with a sad expression, saw Wang Baoqiang glaring at him again, and hurriedly waved his hand to say that he didn't have any, so let Wang Baoqiang leave quickly.

Wang Bao rolled his eyes angrily, and only after explaining two sentences did he turn around and walk out the door, scolding in his heart, what kind of fucking virtue are these people one by one, and they are not angry with him!

The dark dart and the medicine vine didn't have that self-consciousness, wiped their mouths and began to eat without psychological pressure, until all the things on the table were solved, and the grass patted the belly of the rolling garden and said, "Miss Lan, don't go around in the morning, and then go out in the evening, right?" ā€

Lan Jialu naturally didn't have any opinions, and after nodding, she sat on the sofa, holding her mobile phone and not knowing what she was doing.

As soon as Wang Baoqiang went back, he couldn't hold it anymore when he collapsed on the bed, squinted his eyes and looked around, and the last thought that flashed through his mind was: Well, this organizer still has a little conscience, and the room preparation is really good......

……

'Gollum ......'

An awkward cross talk broke the dull atmosphere in the room, and the dark dart looked up at the embarrassed medicine vine, and seemed to smile faintly.

"What are you laughing at!" Yao Teng jumped up angrily, and muttered in his mouth, "What are you doing, big brother, sleeping or cultivating, why haven't you gotten up for so long!?" ā€

Lan Jialu turned the page of the book in her hand and glanced at him lightly: "I was tired last night, and now I have only slept for seven hours." ā€

The voice was cold, as if she would have thrown him into the sea right now if Yao Teng had the slightest intention of daring to go out and call someone.

Yes, people are the bosses and can't afford to mess with them.

Yao Teng shrunk his neck, smirked and sat down again in a hundred years, holding his chin and pouring water to relieve the hunger in his lower abdomen.

It wasn't until the hotel in the evening, when even the dance party was halfway through, that Wang Baoqiang yawned and pushed the door in, looking at the three people who looked at him and was stunned: "What's wrong?" ā€

Yao Teng twitched the corners of his mouth: "Brother, why have you slept for so long?" ā€

"Ha......" yawned again, Wang Baoqiang rubbed his eyes: "I felt hungry, but I was too lazy to move when I was done, I think you two are not stupid, you must know that you are looking for food, so you went to sleep." ā€

Saying that, Wang Baoqiang didn't notice the-like faces of the dark darts and the medicine vines, and sat directly next to Lan Jialu: "Sister Lan, what do you want to eat?" ā€

Yao Teng's face was even more ugly, and he clutched the water cup that was still half left in his hand, and stared at Wang Baoqiang through gritted teeth.

It's a pity that Wang Baoqiang still didn't notice.

"Alright, do you want to get something to eat? Now there are very few people in the restaurant. ā€

Lan Jialu closed the book in her hand, with a faint tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes, which made Wang Baoqiang a little stunned for a while, and only reacted after a while, and smiled: "Okay!" Let's check it out! ā€

As he spoke, he walked out with Lan Jialu, followed by two people, one without any waves, and the other angry.

Sneaking a glance at Lan Jialu's slightly but elegant side face, Wang Baoqiang secretly rubbed his heart to steal fun.

Is this a dinner with a lonely man and a widow? Hey......

After a corner of the corridor, Wang Baoqiang suddenly turned around, saw the two people following behind, and his eyes widened: "What are you two doing here!" ā€

Yao Teng was aggrieved and speechless, gritting his teeth: "Lao Tzu didn't eat either!" ā€

"Stupid? Don't know what to eat for yourself? Wang Baoqiang didn't look guilty as expected, but glanced at Yao Teng with disdain: "Who do you call yourself Lao Tzu?" Believe it or not, Lao Tzu Lake District will deduct your salary! ā€

……

"Brother, you are awesome, you boss, don't deduct my salary."

Yao Teng raised his hand to surrender without tears on his face, Wang Baoqiang snorted twice, and left a sentence: "Look at your performance!" ā€

Then he asked Lan Jialu what he wanted to eat with a serious face, and the medicine vine was about to cry behind him, so he patted him sympathetically on the shoulder and followed.

Life is already so difficult, don't be identical to find trouble.

Yao Teng comforted himself in his heart, and immediately followed closely behind, glaring and looking around.

There were some people in the corner who were eating, most of whom had been sent out to eat by their own masters, so as not to disturb any 'good things'.

was originally a very ordinary scene, but Wang Baoqiang subconsciously felt a trace of danger, looked around vigilantly, and gently pushed Lan Jialu after finding no suspicious characters: "Sister Lan, you choose first, I will guard you." ā€

Lan Jialu nodded slightly, directly chose the nearest counter, and after skillfully bursting out a string of English names, she turned to the seat next to her and sat down, frowning and looking at Wang Baoqiang's nervous appearance.

Wang Baoqiang looked at the menu indiscriminately, and found that none of the letters on it could be understood by him, so he was dry, and said directly: "Give me the same!" ā€

Frowning and looking around, he still didn't feel any malice, and couldn't help but relax slightly.

Could it be because he's too sensitive? Come to think of it, how can there be so many left for yourself to toss.

I went to sit next to Lan Jialu with peace of mind, and the medicine vine and the dark dart were also selected separately, and Lan Jialu was still protected in a fan-like shape.

"Brother, I think there are people here."

The Dark Dart Man was more keen, frowning, and looking around vigilantly.

Wang Baoqiang pursed his lips: "It's okay, let's eat first and then talk about it, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth!" ā€

"Yo, you've learned the colloquialisms?"

Perhaps because Wang Baoqiang was by her side, Lan Jialu unconsciously relaxed a lot, raised her eyebrows and looked at Wang Baoqiang with interest, and said half-jokingly.

Wang Baoqiang smiled, and his face was half red, but fortunately, his skin was relatively dark, and others couldn't see it.

The meal came quickly, Lan Jialu elegantly took a knife and fork, chopped the foie gras in the plate, spread it on top of the steak, and began to eat.

Wang Baoqiang was dumbfounded when he looked at the palm-sized piece of meat in front of him.

What the hell is this? Why is it so small? How can I eat rice or not?

Seeing Lan Jialu's movements, Wang Baoqiang swallowed his saliva, directly took a fork in his hand and inserted it, took two bites, smacked his lips and complained: "What kind of thing is this, it tastes so weird, and it's just such a little meat, how can you eat it?" ā€

Lan Jialu smiled so much that she couldn't hold the fork in her hand steadily, and hurriedly called the waiter who was cleaning up, and ordered a few buns and a fish fillet porridge for Wang Baoqiang, before she barely returned to her normal look, and looked at Wang Baoqiang seriously: "This is called Western food, steak, this is foie gras, because it is Western food, the portion is relatively ......."

"To put it bluntly, it's a slam! Who can eat such a small piece of meat? ā€

Wang Baoqiang grinned and waved his hand, looking unwilling to taste this thing again, Lan Jialu smiled helplessly, the two talked empty, and the waiter came over with a tray.

When he was about to put things in his possession, his hand suddenly crooked for some reason, and a bowl of hot porridge came directly towards Lan Jialu.