And the Bingqing that Wang Zize saw here was a lovely woman who pouted in embarrassment, wrinkled her forehead, and blocked her face with one hand and regretted it.

It can be seen that Bingqing is not lightly hungry. So Wang Zize silently adjusted the speed of the table turntable to the minimum, so that Yu Bingqing could effortlessly pick up any dish.

Bingqing was still a little pretentious when she started to eat, and she couldn't bear that the food here was too charming, so that she only cared about eating, biting her moist lower lip and thinking about which dish was better, without noticing at all, Wang Zize, who was sitting next to her, put one hand on her chin, seriously admiring the true side of Liu Bingqing that has rarely been seen for a hundred years.

Bingqing was halfway through eating, only to realize that Wang Zize had not moved his chopsticks. She couldn't help but wonder, put the chopsticks on her spare plate, and asked in her usual straight tone, "Why don't you eat?" ”

"Huh." Wang Zize laughed twice in a low voice, and pinched a reason: "I want to keep my stomach and wait for the last ace best abalone." “

"Oh." Bingqing nodded in disbelief, and just picked up the chopsticks when a prompt sounded on her mobile phone.

She picked up her mobile phone, which turned out to be a non-clothing WeChat, and asked her what she was doing. Bing Qing inadvertently sprinkled it on Wang Zize's side from the corner of her eye. He was carelessly picking up the dish in front of him.

Bingqing replied: Eat with Wang Zize, are you hungry? Come on, too, I'm in for a treat.

After the message was sent, the phone was quiet like a toy, and there was no response for a long time. She put down her mobile phone, but she didn't have the heart to eat, and her half-rolled sleeves revealed an arm like white fat jade, folded and put on the table, her straight and thin waist moved slightly, her charming big eyes were slightly lowered, and her long and dense eyelashes were still upturned, which was particularly moving.

Although she has never been in love, it can be seen from Wang Zize's meticulous care of herself that he cares about her feelings.

If she proposed to let him tell Eno Fan to cancel the endorsement contract, he would probably agree.

For Wang Zize's special care several times, she thought that in addition to accepting his kindness, there should be many ways to be grateful, such as inviting him to dinner, watching a movie with him, and so on.

"Mr. Wang, can I tell you something?" Bingqing's sweet voice sounded, and she gently signaled to him the purpose of her trip.

Before Wang Zize came to the appointment, he deduced thousands of reasons why she invited herself. But they were all vetoed one by one by his excited heartbeat. What purpose can the little goddess have for finding herself, she must thank him for his help yesterday. Otherwise, it's a fan meeting.

Even if he had comforted himself hundreds of times in his heart, hearing the little goddess say that he wanted to say one thing, and his beautiful eyes were full of strictness, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Wang Zize pretended to put down his chopsticks calmly, picked up the water glass in his hand and tasted it: "Yes." ”

"Me"

"Didi!" Before Bingqing could speak, the mobile phone sent out a message prompt again. Bing Qing glanced a little impatiently, and when the screen of the mobile phone was about to go black, a string of red conspicuous fonts fell into Bing Qing's big eyes like an earthworm.

-- Jiang Group developed the "Yo You" live broadcast software, which was intended to be endorsed by Liu Bingqing, the queen of scandals.

What the hell is this! Bingqing opened the video sent by Feiyi with all her hands.

It's okay if she doesn't open it, but after she clicks it, her toes will be burned.

In the video, Eno Fan is well-dressed, sitting in the red guest sofa with a righteous attitude, leaning back with a sturdy body, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, and his slender and sturdy left leg is domineeringly exposed on his right leg. Two arms stretched straight out on the edge of the couch. The sofa is big enough, otherwise his long arms will be empty.