Sikong Zhuoying gave Fu Ze a thumbs up, the man I fancy is of course the best.

"Let's go, please have supper."

Fu Ze took a step forward and walked outside.

This is tacit consent.

Sikong Zhuoying was a little floating, Qingli's face was full of joyful smiles, and the chief agreed to the date, hahahaha......

"What do you want to eat? Me? ”

"Don't drive late at night!"

"Hey, sir, you seem to have a distinct sense of humor overnight."

"Late at night, please turn down your volume."

The two stepped into the darkness and went to a nearby roadside stall.

Fu Ze is not the kind of person who pays attention to it, this is because of his profession.

People who have eaten even the bark of raw snake meat will be picky about hygiene.

"Eat whatever you want, and be full." Sikong Zhuoying patted her heart boldly, and she must not be stingy when treating.

Especially this is the man I like!

"One and a half pounds of ten spicy fried nine-section shrimp, fried crab in the typhoon shelter, stir-fried mustard greens, two medium-sized soup rice noodles, you can order it." Fu Ze directly ordered several things, fully cooperating with Sikong Zhuoying.

If the average girl meets such a man, she must think that he is not gentlemanly enough, inconsiderate, and does not know how to take care of girls at all.

However, Sikong Zhuoying is not an ordinary girl, and she doesn't mind Fu Ze's performance.

They are people who throw their heads and spill their blood, and this little thing is really not worth their attention.

She squinted at him and smiled. "You're really welcome, you ordered the most expensive ones."

"Giving you face." Fu Ze said lightly.

With such an answer, Sikong Zhuoying could only smile politely and was speechless.

"Come, the money is spent, you finish eating for me." She took a few bright red nine-section shrimp, peeled them and put them in Fu Ze's bowl.

Fu Ze ate the shrimp meat she peeled, and he ate it so comfortably. New Bayi Chinese Network Launch www.. com m.. com

A few explosion-headed girls at the table next to them didn't eat supper, but ate other people's melons. "See? That short-haired man's wife simply disgraced our women's faces and peeled shrimp for men, shame. ”

"Hmph, I must have seen that man handsome, as humble as a footwasher."

"I think, when that handsome guy gets tired of playing, he will definitely get rid of that man's wife like throwing garbage."

"That's right!"

Originally, Sikong Zhuoying and they really came purely for supper.

These people's words should not be taken seriously.

said that she was a footwasher, and she didn't care.

However, if she said that she would be dumped by Fu Ze, then she couldn't bear it for a second.

She stood up, walked menacingly in front of the table of women, lifted her foot, and stepped on the empty chair that no one was sitting on.

With a bang, it looked very sturdy, and the metal stool with no pressure to sit on a two-hundred-pound fat paper was deformed.

The explosive heads were suddenly frightened, their hair drooped, their faces turned pale, and they hugged each other and trembled in fear.

"Go on, didn't you just say it vigorously?" Sikong Zhuoying coldly skimmed them, and in their horrified gaze, broke a glass beer bottle with her bare hands.

The most amazing thing is that people don't have hands at all, and the glass slag is afraid of her. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм

"I, I, we've drunk too much, Woman, you have a lot of don't bother with rotten people like us." A girl with dyed green hair stammered, and finally at the risk of cardiac arrest, finished a sentence.

"If you know that you are a rotten person, shrink up, or you will be the unlucky. Thankfully, if it's me, if it's the man, the one who has deformed with his bare hands, it's this table, or your skinny, shaved body. ”

"Yes, yes, thank you." Several women were indescribably frightened, and hurriedly paid the bill and left, saving their lives. I want to talk about "Sweet Wedding and Honey Pet: Prince Ji's First Love" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~