"Don't fucking grind!"

The sound effect of the three-mole popping made Feng Yingying's hard-won self-confidence shake on the verge of collapse.

Why!

Why force her!

"Miss, your megaphone."

"Get out! You are the young lady, and your whole family is a young lady! Who wants your megaphone! ”

Feng Yingying's wrist flicked out, the megaphone was knocked to the ground, she glared at the waiter's face, and subconsciously wanted to sprinkle all her anger on the waiter's body.

"You're ——- Cui Tianze!"

The waiter turned out to be Cui Tianze!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, are you okay, Tianze?"

In an instant, the gentle voice of the wind was yingying, and Cui Tianze clearly saw his dislike for her.

"The waiter and Cui Tianze, there are really two kinds of treatment for you."

Cui Tianze snorted disdainfully, pointed in one direction and shouted: "Dad——- she scolded our whole family for being a young lady!" ”

Cui Tianze's own father only felt the green tendons on his head thumping, how could he have such a stupid son!

"No, no, I just said the wrong thing in a hurry, not on purpose, I'm sorry Dad--"

Feng Yingying's habits in the previous life, blurted out.

"You're shameless! That's my dad! It's really for the sake of the top! ”

Cui Tianze sneered, picked up the horn on the ground, and blew it a few times with disgust, as if there were some deadly bacteria.

The boss of the three moles standing in the back also went from the door to the side of Feng Yingying.

"My matter hasn't been settled yet, Feng Yingying, hurry up, don't delay the auction."

The auctioneer on the stage smiled and said: It's okay, don't delay.

But I have already complained about 10,000 sentences in my heart!

Feng Yingying tried to calm down, looked at the three moles and said, "I just helped you pass the word to Feng Yin, and I didn't know what was going on between you." “

pushed it cleanly, and also obscured the relationship between the wind and the three moles.

The art of speaking, that's it.

"I haven't seen it for a few days, and my IQ is still so rough and unbearable."

Nice voice, coming in from the direction of the gate.

Wearing a bewitching red dress with suspenders, the wind and the skin are better than the snow, the feet are stepping on red stiletto heels, and the big wavy hair is swaying with the pace, and the lotus is born step by step.

But here is the fiery lotus, burning everything as she comes.

【Wow———-】

[It turns out that the wind is really so beautiful! ] 】

[Goddess! 】

[Nope! Queen! Good no good! Who dares to mess with her! 】

Feng Yin made a dazzling appearance and stole the scene that Feng Yingying was looking forward to.

This should have been hers!

"Mr. Three Moles, the first time we met, am I beautiful?"

"Hahaha! Beauty! Beauty! Beauty! ”

The appearance of the pink three moles, three beautiful words in a row, looks a little dull.

Receiving the appreciative wind moan, he turned his head to look at the wind Yingying.

"Low-level IQ with low-level means, except for the affairs of men and women, don't you think of other means? Amusing! Lamentable. ”

Feng Yin didn't explain at all, but openly invited the three moles to sit together, and apologized to the auctioneer on the stage.

"I'm sorry, I was a part-time waiter before, and I was late for changing clothes, and this is my invitation."

The auctioneer on the stage smiled and shook his head, inviting Feng Yin to take a seat.

The waiter, Cui Tianze, followed behind Feng Yin, and sat next to Feng Yin one on the left and one on the right with the three moles.

In that way, everyone thinks that they are very open.

There is no way, who made the two people next to him too humble, and the eyes were like children seeing ice cream.

"This lady, would you like to take a seat?" (End of chapter)