Chapter 182: His Pet~

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Si Zhengting has rarely spoken while driving, and the two of them are often relatively speechless, where would Zhuang Nanai think that he would suddenly speak?

However, if he said this, would he be unhappy?

When Zhuang Nana sighed, the car stopped, she got out of the car with her head stuffy, and as soon as she got out of the car, she found that the floor of the Si family had changed?

She looked up suddenly, and found that the car did not return to the Sijia villa, but came to the door of a private restaurant.

Zhuang Nanai turned back in confusion, saw Si Zhengting's tall body, and got out of the car with elegant manners, and immediately someone walked in front of him, bowed his head respectfully and shouted: "Mr. Si." โ€

Si Zhengting didn't squint and walked forward.

Zhuang Nana hurriedly lowered her head, followed closely, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come here?" What's wrong with you? โ€

Si Zhengting: ......

Si Zhengting simply didn't answer her question and walked forward again.

The decoration in this private dish is very simple at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that the simple layout is elegant. In the middle of the hall, there is a small bamboo bridge flowing water scenery, and the clear water flows out of the bamboo, which is particularly cool in summer, making people feel happy before eating.

Although Si Zhengting's pace is not high, he has long legs, step by step, and walks fast, Zhuang Nanai, who is following him, can only follow step by step, almost trotting.

Si Zhengting walked and found this problem, his pace slowed down unconsciously, and the girl next to him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When the two of them entered the private room, Zhuang Nana realized that they were here to eat.

Zhuang Nana suddenly showed an embarrassed look, "Didn't you eat enough?" The Gu family's aunt cooks to your taste. โ€

Si Zhengting was too lazy to explain anything to her, the waiter handed over the menu, and asked softly beside him, "Mr. Si, what do you want to eat?" โ€

Si Zhengting flipped through the menu, looked up and saw Zhuang Nana boringly bowing her head and playing with her mobile phone, throwing the menu on the table, "Look at it." โ€

Zhuang Nana raised her head in surprise, stretched out her finger and said incredibly: "Me? โ€

Si Zhengting nodded.

Zhuang Nana was suddenly a little bitter.

One of the characteristics of the poor is the phobia of choice.

She looked at the dishes on the menu and thought everything was delicious! Especially the dessert, you can swallow a mouthful of saliva at a glance, and you can turn the menu from beginning to end, but you can't order a single dish.

Zhuang Nana respectfully handed the menu to Si Zhengting with a bitter face, and lowered his head, "It's better for you to order, I'm free." โ€

It would be nice if a group of people came to eat so that they could order a few more dishes, and now there are only two of them, which is simply too painful!

Although it was Si Zhengting who invited guests to dinner, the opportunity was rare, but! You can't order ten or eight dishes for two people, right?

was struggling, and saw Si Zhengting's slender fingers casually ordering a few times on the menu, but those few clicks happened to be Zhuang Nana's favorite dish.

Nana Zhuang: ......

When she saw her favorite dishes, her eyes were going to glow green, and her facial expression was not too rich, how could Si Zhengting not see it?

But after ordering the food, Si Zhengting was a little entangled.

Isn't it too cheap to be like this?

She didn't like herself five years ago, so why did he accommodate her so much?

Because she was hungry, he brought her to eat.

Because she likes it, she ordered so many dishes that she loves to eat.

Si Zhengting narrowed his eyes, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhuang Nana's face full of excitement, and his mood suddenly brightened.

It turns out that doing so much is just for her to be happy.

Si Zhengting looked away and looked at the table lightly, but the corners of his lips were raised unconsciously.