Others invite guests to dinner and dress neatly is the least respect for the host.

Zhuang Bi decided to put on the expensive new clothes that Mr. Mu bought.

As the saying goes, a man depends on his clothes and a horse on his saddle.

This product is so handsome, change clothes and go downstairs, and the Baili tassel directly becomes a nymphomaniac.

Even Mo Qiuyan's eyes couldn't help but glow slightly.

Only Mu Qingyu was standing on the side, pretending not to change his face.

In fact, her heart was deeply amazed, and even a little snickering.

She kind of regretted buying such high-end clothes for this guy.

should let him get cheap every day, so as not to be hooked up.

This stinky rascal must not be allowed to show off. His mouth is too cheap, and he can tease a woman.

However, Mu Qingyu's heart showed an inexplicable pride.

Although this guy has a cheap mouth, he has great ability.

He is handsome, has a good figure, knows martial arts, and can also heal, especially with a magical brush hand, he is simply omnipotent.

Mu Qingyu was actually slightly distracted.

Which Bichi man will this stinky rascal become in the future?

Bah!

What a mess I'm thinking!

Mu Qingyu's face couldn't help but feel a fever.

What's wrong with me?

Guilty of nymphomania?

Crazy, crazy.

"Hey, Sister Qingyu! What happened to you! Why is your face still red? ”

Baili Tassel stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Mu Qingyu, and then said with a smile:

"Are you fascinated by Xiao Zhuang?"

"Ahh......h

Mu Qingyu glared at Baili Tassel fiercely, and turned around and left in a little panic:

"I'll ...... Change clothes, aren't you going? ”

Baili Tassel grinned, glanced at Zhuang Bi again, leaned over and whispered:

"Xiaozhuang, are you and Sister Qingyu looking at each other? You must have something to hide from us, right? ”

Zhuang Bi's face was serious:

"Little tassel, you are young, don't waste your energy on gossip, it will affect your three views."

Baili Tassel snorted, with a hint of threat, and said in a low voice:

"Xiaozhuang, is your watch a token of love given to you by Sister Qingyu?"

Zhuang Bi smiled and glanced at her:

"It's just an ordinary gift, you don't know what happened last time, this is my bonus."

Baili tassel rolled his eyes, and his chest was full of disdain:

"Lie!"

Half an hour before and after, several beauties finally cleaned up, Zhuang Bi drove, and went out to eat.

The gunshot wound was not very good, but there was no need to hang a bandage anymore, just not to exercise vigorously.

Zhuang Bi's ability to recover against the sky is ten times that of ordinary people.

Driving a tens of millions of Rolls-Royce Cullinan, with tens of millions of cousins, and pulling a few beautiful women, Zhuang Bi felt that at this time, his name was so appropriate.

A good thing is a good thing, and it's heavy to carry on your hand, and that feeling is beautiful.

The Western restaurant where Mo Qiuyan treats guests is naturally impossible to be classless.

It's a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, and it's second to none in the whole of the Western Capital.

Reservations are required to come here to eat, and ordinary people even need to book a month in advance.

Of course, there is also a kind of people who do not need to make a reservation at all, and they can receive the best service at any time.

This is because the Michelin-starred restaurant has eight seats reserved every day, which are not open to the public, even if they are empty.

These positions are specially prepared for people like Mo Qiuyan.

Mo Qiuyan ordered a slow-roasted silver cod and Russian snow crab, and Mu Qingyu ordered a chocolate-fed traditional Wagyu beef and a Belon oyster.

Chu Jun came with a grilled Australian Angus beef tenderloin, Catalan lobster, and the most eaten 100 miles of tassels, a pan-fried bluefin tuna with XO sauce and chives, and a French seafood bisque.

Zhuang Bi didn't know anything at all, but it didn't prevent him from pretending to be big and round.

"Give me your chef recommendation for today."

He flipped through the menu in disguise, then handed it to the waiter, and said:

"Two bottles of bar, one bottle of dry white, one bottle of dry red, the dry white for the Montachet Grand Cru of Château Lefrey, the dry red for the Count of Bailey's Grand Pinot Noir, by the way, give me a glass of lemonade, not lemon."

He spoke so fast that the waiter almost didn't keep up with the rhythm, but the last sentence made the waiter dumbfounded:

"Sir, lemonade doesn't want lemons, we ...... this Not really. ”

Mu Qingyu glared at him angrily, and said to the waiter:

"Pour him a glass of boiled water."

Only then did the waiter understand, and retreated a little depressed.

In the corner of the restaurant, in an inconspicuous position, there are several young people with extraordinary bearing.

Three men and two women, the two women are the best choice, but they look a little bit of a city that is not deep.

And the three young men, both in terms of bearing and attitude, are obviously real wealthy families.

Although their location is remote, it is the most special in the whole restaurant.

Because by the kitchen.

Only genuine VIPs are eligible for this service.

The two beautiful women are obviously best sisters and sisters, and one of them has a slight resemblance to the proud and indifferent man in the middle, obviously they are brother and sister.

The clothes on this man's body fit perfectly, and they are obviously not the so-called luxury brands on the market, but are hand-cut and custom-made.

The other two men were wearing the same kind of luxury brands.

A discerning person can see the gap between the two at a glance.

The food on the table was also extremely exquisite, and the handsome man in the middle had a sense of pride and indifference in his bones, and he could be considered perfect everywhere in his body, but the brand-new top-brand watch on his wrist destroyed his perfection.

Brother Gongzi with this kind of identity and bearing, since you are covered with top-level customization, what is a top-level watch inherited by the family?

Therefore, even if this young man has a high status in his family, his own status in the family will definitely be limited.

To put it bluntly, he is definitely not the heir to a family.

The real wealth is not to show a lot of brands, but to make you unable to find any brands.

Revealing the brand, that is luxury, not wealth.

Mu Qingyu's table of big beauties immediately attracted the proud and indifferent young man.

The other party first casually glanced up at this side, and then, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The young man who was serving as a guest on the side saw the smile on his face and immediately looked back at this side, and suddenly, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

The proud and indifferent young man glanced at him and smiled faintly:

"Xiu Jing, Mo Fei, do you still know them?"

Tang Xiujing is the heir of the Tang family, the third among the four major families in the Western Capital, and one of the four sons.

He's just a chaperone.

A gloom flashed in his eyes, but he immediately put it away, and a humble smile quickly appeared on his face:

"Childe, the one facing you is the first goddess of our Western Capital."

A flash of amazement flashed in the young man's eyes, and then he smiled faintly, and the pride and indifference in his body disappeared immediately, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"She is Mu Qingyu? Oh, that's kind of interesting! ”

Another young man glanced at Tang Xiujing, and the two exchanged glances, and then he said with a smile:

"Fifth son, why don't I invite them over and sit down?"

The fifth prince smiled lightly, glanced at Mu Qingyu and Mo Qiuyan with an indifferent gaze, and then touched his chin with his slender fingers, as if he was considering, but in fact, there was a strong interest in his eyes.

Tang Xiujing got up and walked to Mu Qingyu's side, his smile was like a spring breeze, and his voice was even more gentle and soft:

"Qing Yu, like smoke, what a coincidence, I have a son from the imperial capital over there, I want to get to know you, I don't know if it's convenient or ......not!"

Before Tang Xiujing's words fell, an extremely impatient voice came from behind him:

"Inconvenient!"

Zhuang Bi looked at Tang Xiujing with an angry expression and said earnestly:

"You're Tang Xiujing, right? One of the four sons of the dignified Western Capital, but pimping people, isn't it too much? ”

Tang Xiujing didn't speak, but Mu Qingyu was angry.

She was beaten hard in her hand, and her willow eyebrows stood upside down:

"Pimping? What are you doing as a mother? ”

Zhuang Bi was so frightened that he hurriedly shrunk his neck, and said with a smile:

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."