When the waiter walked into the private room with the food, he was frightened by the cold air that Feng Mo Jiang was full of, and put the dish on the table tremblingly, even forgetting to report the name of the dish, and left the private room as if he ran away, and when he needed to serve the food, he cried and shouted that he didn't dare to enter the private room where Feng Mo Jiang was, it was too scary, she was a waiter, with that meager salary, and she didn't want to put her life into it.

Ye Jiujiu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Feng Mojiang sitting back in her position, she was really afraid that she wouldn't be able to stop him, she came back to her senses, and also felt that what she just said was a little heavy, so she put a shrimp in Feng Mojiang's bowl, and apologized for her unscrupulous words: "Boss Feng, what I just meant was that the pair of dog men and women are not worth your own hands, wait for me to clean them up slowly." “

"I know." Feng Mojiang lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his ice-blue eyes, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, but said without emotion.

The dishes came up one after another, but the waiter who served the food changed a person, a middle-aged man with three or five thick faces, and when he came in for the first time, he looked at Feng Mojiang with a sideways face, and looked at Feng Mojiang with vigilance, and when he came in to serve the food for the second time, his expression was a little strange, and the third time he came in to serve the food, it was no different from usual.

It's just that, after leaving the private room, I scolded the waiter just now, what's so scary that you don't want to do it, and deliberately look for trouble?

As soon as such a thing came out, Ye Jiujiu was not in the mood to eat, and he ate a little hastily, not wanting to eat again.

When it was the wind Mo Jiang, he ate very slowly, his movements were elegant like royalty and aristocrats, he didn't seem to pick anything, and he ate some of the dishes he ordered, except that the shrimp that Ye Jiujiu sandwiched into his bowl at the beginning always stayed alone in his bowl and didn't move.

After eating, the two of them sat in the car, Feng Mojiang never said a word, Ye Jiujiu looked at him sideways, his jaw was tight, and the side face line was resolute and serious, as if he was ...... Are you angry?

Somehow, instead of feeling nervous, Ye Jiujiu felt that it was quite fresh, and Feng Mo Jiang would be angry, and he would make him petty, really, not at all like what the butler called him, Wang.

It is said that he is still the Lord of the Night.

Tsk, the Night King can make a little bit of a child, and he will be angry.

The more Ye Jiujiu thought about it, the more fresh he felt, the more fun he felt, and he couldn't help but "poof" and laughed.

Feng Mo's face became more and more gloomy, as if venting, he quickly started the car, pulled down the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the car suddenly flew out like an arrow off the string.

Ye Jiujiu was taken aback, because she was patronizing and watching the wind Mo Jiang, she forgot to fasten her seat belt, and suddenly rushed out like this, so that her whole person was thrown out, and in a hurry, Ye Jiujiu subconsciously raised her feet and stepped on the force point, so that she would not really be thrown out.

Ye Jiujiu's ligaments are extremely soft, and the co-pilot, who is not spacious, has an indescribable enchanting temptation in such a posture.

After raising his hand and fastening the seat belt, Ye Jiujiu slowly retracted his feet, and then looked at Feng Mojiang: "Boss Feng, you just now, it seems that you are making trouble?" ”

Feng Mojiang's face darkened, he looked, where did he seem to be making trouble?

It's just, Su Che's kid, where is she worthy of this?

It's not so much awkward, perhaps, jealousy is more appropriate, right?

"But why?" Ye Jiujiu said to herself, she knew that Feng Mo would not answer, but why? Why be angry? It's just that he didn't want to kill Su Che, what was he angry about?

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