It took a lot of effort for Qiu Lingyang to come out of the bathroom, and when he came out, the man did not leave, he was half-leaning against the door of the bathroom, looking at her with a very numbing look.

She hurriedly looked down at herself, if there was anything wrong.

"If you feel weak in your legs, I can carry you to the restaurant for free." He said lazily.

"No, thank you!" Qiu Lingyang didn't look at him, and walked straight forward.

All kinds of breakfast had already been delivered in the restaurant, and as soon as Qiu Lingyang saw these foods, her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten for a day and a night.

She picked out some light white porridge and tender bamboo shoots that she liked to eat, and sat down at any place, regardless of whether Shang Xufeng came or not, she began to eat.

Shang Xufeng walked over and sat down, and the waiter quickly delivered his favorite food himself.

He took a bite and spit it out: "The chef who made breakfast today doesn't have to go to work." ”

"Yes." The service staff immediately responded.

I secretly thought in my heart, when Feng Shao came in the past, this chef made it every time, and it didn't eat very well, why didn't it meet the taste today?

Shang Xufeng also felt strange, this thing was obviously the same as before, how could he eat it, he just felt that something was wrong.

Looking at the little woman sitting opposite, she ate one bite after another, and was not affected by him at all.

He felt that he was ignored by her, and he was unhappy, so he hurt her: "Qiu Lingyang, are you a pig?" ”

Qiu Lingyang didn't raise his head, he still ate his own seriously, as if he didn't hear him speak.

"Get me another blood swallow porridge." He said again.

"Yes." The waiter immediately sent the blood swallow porridge to him again, "The wind is less, please use it slowly." ”

Shang Xufeng picked up the spoon and took a sip, this porridge has no taste at all, why can that woman eat white porridge so deliciously.

He spit it out again and got angry: "I don't use this porridge cooker anymore." ”

"Yes." The waiter's voice is starting to tremble now, and I really don't know what happened to this uncle.

Shang Xufeng glared fiercely at the woman who ignored him on the other side, and said to the waiter, "Give me a copy that is exactly the same as hers." ”

"Yes." The service staff immediately sent it up as he ordered.

"Autumn, Ling, Yang!" Shang Xufeng gritted his teeth and called her name.

"Is there something wrong with me when the wind is less?" She ate from the bowl without lifting her head.

"How does this porridge taste?" He asked angrily.

"You won't taste it yourself?" Qiu Lingyang replied to him lightly.

"Young Master Ben asks you." He asked, glaring at her.

Qiu Lingyang drank the last mouthful of porridge, raised his head and looked at him steadily: "Feng Shao, can I ask you a question for the old man?" ”

"Ask." It's still the kind of tone that you can ask, but Young Master Ben won't necessarily answer.

Qiu Lingyang cleared his throat and said, "You spend money like this all day and don't do anything, aren't you afraid that your father will lock your bank card so that you can't lose again?" ”

"He locks my bank card?" He snorted coldly and slowly took a sip of the porridge, this white porridge seemed to be really better than the blood swallow porridge just now.

After two sips, he looked at her with contempt: "You think everyone is as stupid as you and can only be bullied." If Old Man Shang dares to provoke me, Young Master Ben will bankrupt his Shang clan in minutes. ”

"How do you break it?" Qiu Lingyang asked, and muttered in a low voice, "Do you think bankruptcy is as simple as breaking down?" ”

……

{Because I'm not comfortable today, I've lost a chapter.} ｝