Si Chen prepared a dish of French foie gras.

The foie gras was flown in from Paris with great effort, and the sauce on the foie gras was also something he had learned from the Michelin chef for a long time and was ready to show his hand in front of Zongli.

Noble as a pear, more important than eating should be style.

And Si Chen is confident that Zong Li will definitely like his foie gras...... And him!

Elegantly holding the knife and fork, Xia Ling cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

Xiu's eyebrows furrowed, and Xia Ling tasted it.

In front of Fu Jiunian and Si Chen, she didn't care about pushing the foie gras to Fu Jiunian.

"Si Chen's craftsmanship is not bad, hey, you like it. Nine years, these are for you to eat. ”

Fu Jiunian had just cut a small piece, and before he could eat it, Si Chen next to him was already looking at him with a smile and said:

"Nine years, you're welcome, as long as you like it, I'll do it for you later."

Really? Fu Jiunian glanced at Si Chen.

Obviously, the killing intent was so strong that it was about to condense into a black shadow, Si Chen could still say such things with a smile, it was really hard for him!

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The wind and clouds on the dining table were surging, and Xia Ling looked like he didn't know.

She enjoyed her dinner.

The seafood at this restaurant is excellent.

A 27-year-old woman, elegance and atmosphere are engraved in her bones, and when Fu Jiunian peeked, he saw Zong Li's side face.

Her eyelashes were long and thick, like butterfly wings, and a small shadow was reflected on her fair face.

Her chestnut half-long hair was tied up into a ball, her ears were tasseled earrings with agate, and she wore a bohemian slip dress, showing off her deep neck socket and beautiful collarbones.

Bright and swaying, it also fits perfectly with the atmosphere of the seaside.

Zong Li is the most beautiful and charming that Fu Jiunian has ever seen, and when she looks at it under the lamp, she is simply beautiful.

So, Fu Jiunian didn't understand.

It's a good day, but why is Zongli looking for a "little milk dog"?

Not to mention ruining his reputation, Fu Jiunian didn't think that a "little milk dog" like Si Chen could be worthy of Zongli.

In front of her, they are like vassals, and they don't deserve to stand with Zong Li at all!

"Enough of it? Is it good-looking? Xia Ling elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue.

The bright apricot eyes glanced at Fu Jiunian, and suddenly smiled.

"If you haven't seen enough in nine years, we'll go back to the room now, and my sister will let you see enough."

Fu Jiunian's face turned red.

He tightened his grip on the fork in his hand.

"Let's go." Xia Ling chuckled.

Her soft hand took Fu Jiunian's hand holding the fork and pulled him up.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No ......" Fu Jiunian withdrew his hand and did not withdraw it.

"Okay, then eat a little longer!" Xia Ling smiled and sat back.

Fu Jiunian's heart was pounding, and he sat there, a little unsavory.

What Zong Li meant just now was that he wanted to invite him into the room!

He...... He's still a place, and he's not ready at all, what if he can't, what if Zong Li dislikes him and throws him out of the room?

I knew it early! He should have broken himself when he was messing around.

The thoughts that flashed through his mind for a moment were all swollen, Fu Jiunian sat down and continued to eat, but he didn't eat two chopsticks, he seemed to find that he was full.

The food in his stomach poured into his throat, Fu Jiunian sat there, his eyes glanced to the side, and he could only see the bright corner of his skirt,

And Zong Li's expression, he was not a little stunned.

From the moment he sat down, he felt that she had been watching him.