Chapter 497: Small Talk
In the private room, Hua Cheng looked at An Ning with a sincere face, waiting for her answer.
An Ning asked rhetorically, "Why are you afraid of me?" β
"How can I have ββ- I am respectful, respect from the heart."
Hua Cheng, who was talking nonsense by the way, laughed embarrassedly twice.
"Hehehe, I can't beat you really, but I really admire you from the bottom of my heart."
An Ning glanced at Hua Cheng, and turned his gaze away: "Good vision." β
"Ahββ- thank you, thank you!"
The two were half-joking and chatting, but they didn't talk about each other much.
After chatting a few words, Huacheng began to order food to eat first, but after eating the tranquility of three cages of roasted wheat, he was not hungry at all.
She looked at Huacheng and asked, "Are you hungry?" It's okay if you don't wait for Jiang Xia to come over. β
"Ohββββ-"
A nine-song heartfelt oh made An Ning's eyes squint slightly, waiting for Huacheng's explanation.
At this moment, Hua Cheng realized that his cowardly friend Jiang Xia hadn't confessed to An Ning yet, so he couldn't show his feet.
"Oh-oh--ohββ--oh--oh-"
Four oh-oh-oh voices appeared, and Hua Cheng shook his shoulders while shaking his shoulders and dancing awkwardly in the open space.
"I'll give you a dance first to open up the atmosphere."
Hua Cheng felt like a psychopath, and he saw pity in his peaceful eyes.
Heyββ- who is he doing all this for!
Jiangxia, you must pay for a car!
Huacheng, who secretly decided for Jiang Xia, jumped to the end and was immersed, as if he was working hard for a car.
"Wellββ- let's order food."
An Ning stood up calmly, walked to the door, and called the waiter who had just sent her in.
When the waiter came in, An Ning opened his mouth and said, "That... You'd better stay in your room. β
The waiter first agreed, and then took the menu to order for Anning and Huacheng.
Hua Cheng, who was dancing awkwardly on the other side, finally ended the dance that made him a little intoxicated and sat on a chair.
An Ning on the other side pointed to Huacheng and said, "Bring him a pot of ice water, calm down." β
"I'm going to....this fruit wine, and this snack again."
An Ning first ordered so much, looked at Hua Cheng and asked, "What do you need?" β
Hua Cheng shook his head....nodded again, and asked swayingly, "Can I have a bowl of rice?" I haven't eaten dinner yet. β
"Yes, two bowls of rice, two dishes, you look at it."
"Okay, please wait."
The waiter went out with the ordered menu and placed an order for two people.
In the room, Hua Cheng, who had been quiet for a while, wanted to stand up and dance again, he was not used to such quietness.
"Huacheng, sit down."
Completely aware of the tranquility of Hua Cheng's intentions, in a word, let Hua Cheng's buttocks, which had not yet fully risen, sit back completely after touching it.
"Hehe, no, no, I'm just checking to see if this chair is strong."
The duplicitous Hua Cheng picked up the water on the table and drank it with a clatter.
He swore in his heart that he would never again be alone and in the same space with peace.
Hua Cheng felt embarrassed and restrained, the kind that could cut people in the air, while An Ning didn't feel anything, just looking at Hua Cheng's whole body as uncomfortable as a long thorn, she was a little puzzled.
"Hua Cheng, are you allergic to me?"
"Huh? No! Absolutely nothing! β
"Then why are you so restless? Have you done something wrong? β
Hua Cheng shook his head frantically.
"No, no, I just don't know what to say to you."
"Then don't say it."
An Ning's natural answer made Hua Cheng want to cry, he was a social expert, and he really encountered Waterloo here in An Ning.
Looking at the crying Huacheng, An Ning is like an old parent worried about his children.
"Hey, I really can't be idle for a moment."
"How many topics do I offer you? For example, you were forced to bow by the black girl overlord in the village? β
"Or maybe you're working in the field and crying?"
"And that time you went to feed the pigs, but the pigs arched you?
"By the way, and that time you were chased by a big rooster and ran around the village several times."
With Anning's every word, the embarrassment in Hua Cheng's heart did decrease a little, but the feeling of wanting to cry became more and more real.
"Ancestor, my own ancestor, don't you say it, can't I have some good things?"
An Ning, who was asked, thought about it very seriously and said, "I don't know if there is a good thing, so you can talk about it yourself." β
Hua Cheng, who looked at An Ning with sincere eyes, wanted to cry even more, but he couldn't think of it.
However, I have to say that Huacheng's anxiety in the face of tranquility has been alleviated a lot.
"Don't talk about me, how about I talk to you about Jiangxia?"
"Jiang Xia? Say what? β
An Ning was really a little curious, the connection between her and Huacheng was only Jiang Xia alone.
"Tell me about Jiang Xia's childhood?"
Hua Cheng saw interest in Anning's eyes, a strong interest.
"I'll tell you, the three of us ββ-"
"Why three?"
An Ning asked, Hua Cheng's eyes looked up, and he thought hard and asked, "We didn't say that there are three of us, the kind that grew up together?" β
An Ning recalled, a person intruded into the memories.
"I've seen a baby-faced man drive Jiang Xia back."
"Yes, that's him! His name is Cheng Cheng, and he was sent in by his old man to be a soldier, otherwise he couldn't be absent from Jiang Xia. β
I see, no wonder I haven't seen that baby face for a long time.
Next, Hua Cheng and An Ning shared a lot of stories about the three little children who got into trouble, got beaten, and got into trouble and were beaten again.
An Ning listened very seriously, and the more Hua Cheng said, the less nervous he felt in his heart.
Even as an old man in love, he felt that Jiang Xia was not unrequited.
If she wasn't interested in someone, she wouldn't be so curious to know about him as a child.
The two continued to chat, and after a while, the waiter came in with a drink, and the two chatted while drinking.
Later, Hua Cheng shared while eating, and the fruit wine in An Ning's hand was glass after glass, and his face was flushed, which made people's appearance improve by a few points.
The two were chatting thickly, and the single door of the private room was violently pushed open.
"Flower City! What are you doing! β
A girl with a face that said I was spoiled rushed in with a fierce attitude, and the bag in her hand was smashed against Huacheng.
"Dead Flower City! Stinky Flower City! You said you wouldn't mess with women! β
"You've got me, what more do you want!"
"Am I not beautiful enough!"
The girl said a word, and smashed the bag in her hand.
Hua Cheng, who was eating, smashed the rice grains in his mouth.
"No, it's not- stop, you're ββββ ahem-a-a-"
Originally, he was looking at the lively Anning, but he suddenly jumped up from the chair, pulled away the girl who was still smashing, and pushed her backwards.
"Bump!"
An Ning's palm slapped Huacheng's back violently, and a mouthful of food was squirted out, hitting the girl opposite in the face.
(End of chapter)