Misfortune(23)
Zhou Yun's place is a Western restaurant, and she has been watching short videos since she got in the car. If it weren't for Zhong Nuanyang's "gag order" as soon as he got in the car, and kept his eyes closed to "sleep", Zhou Yun didn't know how many times he woke her up in shock.
"Sister, this one is hot, what should I do?" As soon as Zhou Yun sat on the chair in the restaurant, he couldn't wait to hold up his mobile phone to show Zhong Nuanyang.
Zhong Nuanyang glanced at it, it was the one she saw just now, and she pushed her phone back: "Let's eat." ”
"This ...... are asking who you are......" Zhou Yun looked at the various messages in the comment area, first praising the two for their good looks, then speculating about the relationship between the two, and then starting to slander and spread rumors, saying that Zhong Nuanyang must have deliberately touched porcelain and so on...... The more she talked about it, the more ugly it became, she couldn't stand it, so she turned off her phone.
"I'm sorry, sister, I didn't know it would be like this." Zhou Yun saw that Zhong Nuanyang had been silent, thinking that she was angry with herself.
Zhong Nuanyang looked at the menu, and raised his head when he heard Zhou Yun's words: "It's none of your business, don't think about it, order food." Steak? ”
"Oh." Although Zhou Yun usually relied on Zhong Nuanyang to connive at her coquettishness, she could also hear that she was in a bad mood, and immediately took over the menu obediently: "Okay, sister, what do you want to eat?" I heard that their pasta is good, why don't you try it? After speaking, she blinked her eyes and looked at Zhong Nuanyang's face carefully.
"You decide, I'm not hungry." Zhong Nuanyang motioned for the waiter to come over and order, ordered all the dishes mentioned by Zhou Yun, and then returned the menu to him.
"Business in this shop has been very hot, and I'm worried that there won't be a seat here." Zhou Yun stirred his fruit milkshake, looked around, and found that the girl behind him was looking at them while looking at their mobile phones, and the companions next to her were holding their mobile phones at them.
Zhou Yun stood up suddenly, rushed to the person in a few steps, and stretched out his hand to her: "What's the secret shooting?" Take it out. ”
"Who took the film?" The girl was accused by Zhou Yun in public, and her face burned red, but she didn't admit it by stalking her neck: "Is there a problem with me filming myself?" ”
Zhong Nuanyang was not in vain what happened, only to see Zhou Yun suddenly run out and quarrel with the girl at the back table, she didn't care about packing up the half-dismantled napkin, and hurried over.
"Sister, she secretly filmed you." Zhou Yun pointed to the girl's mobile phone and said to Zhong Nuanyang angrily.
Zhong Nuanyang was stunned for a moment, looked at the girl who was evading her sight, and then looked at the mobile phone she was holding tightly in her hand, as well as the somewhat nervous companion next to her, and instantly turned pale.
"Can you see what you shot?" Zhong Nuanyang asked the girl with a tense face in a gentle manner.
The girl hesitated, her fingers loosened a little, but she was still reluctant to hand over the phone: "I just took a picture of the periphery and accidentally brought you in." Not intentionally. ”
"Can you show me?" Zhong Nuanyang continued to look at her patiently while reaching out his hand.
The girl hesitated for a while, turned on her phone, flipped to a video and handed it to her: "I only found out about it by passing it on and reading the comments below, and it really wasn't intentional." ”
At the beginning of the picture, the girl introduced the menu on the table, and then the screen moved up, and the camera began to slowly explain around the decoration of the restaurant, and when it turned to Zhong Nuanyang's side, the camera stayed for two more seconds, and then the picture ended.
Zhong Nuanyang noticed that the comments next to him asked the author to watch the video about Qi Yun, saying that the girls in the picture should be the same. She glanced at it and returned the phone: "I'm sorry, can I delete it?" ”