Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 117 064: Not angry, but jealous

Chapter 117 064: Not angry, but jealous

Because of the orange thing, Mu Jinyue ignored him until he returned to the private room, and Fu Yan was also a big-hearted person, and Mu Jinyue was not a talkative person, so he didn't notice anything Something is wrong.

The two of them went back to the private room one after the other. In such a short time, the dishes had been served, and the table was full, and more than half of them were not put down. The waiter simply pushed a small cart over.

Mu Jinyue counted just now. Counting her and Fu Yan, there are ten people in total, three pots, sitting opposite each other in twos and threes. She and Fu Yan sit side by side on the innermost side. Although it is not convenient to go out, the waiter's walking around does not affect to them.

Fu Yan first stretched out his hand, put the crispy meat and fried dough sticks in front of Mu Jinyue, then lowered his eyes and asked her, "Do you eat beef or lamb?"

Mu Jinyue looked up and glanced around, seeing that everyone was whispering with their heads down, and no one was paying attention, so she raised her head, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a fake smile: "No need, I eat oranges!"

Fu Yan was startled, unable to laugh or cry.

"I was joking with you just now," he understood. The girl held a grudge and had to coax her, "I was wrong, okay?"

Mu Jinyue snorted softly, picked up a piece of crispy meat with chopsticks, and threw it into her mouth with the dry ingredients, ignoring him.

Fu Yan wasn't annoyed when he didn't get a response, he smiled helplessly, and picked up the plate of slippery cheese and prawns beside him.

Mu Jinyue picked up another piece of crispy meat, raised her eyelids, and said lazily, "I don't eat shrimp, I'm allergic to seafood."

"Seafood allergy?" Fu Yan didn't put down the plate, and used his free hand to grab the chopsticks, "How do I remember that last time someone ate a whole serving of shrimp dumplings and half a serving of crab roe soup?"

"When will I—" She stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, and Mu Jinyue suddenly remembered that she drank too much when she went to the Qin's Club, and Fu Yan bought the breakfast the next morning.

Among them were shrimp dumplings and crab roe soup dumplings, and she had finished eating the shrimp dumplings.

No, Mu Jinyue blinked, and retorted: "I didn't eat a whole portion, one fell off, and I still..." She was about to pick it up and give it to him.

Mu Jinyue swallowed the remaining half of the sentence silently. She felt that if she said it, let alone the shrimp dumpling, she would have to pinch her neck to spit out the half-chewed crispy meat.

Fu Yan was slithering, when she suddenly lost her voice halfway through her speech, she turned her head slightly and asked her, "What do you want?"

"It's nothing." Mu Jinyue shook her head again and again, blinked her eyes twice, her peach blossom eyes were flickering, and the ends of her eyes were like small hooks, which were very seductive, but her expression looked cute and gentle.

Fu Yan paused, there was still half of the plate left, he put it down, and threw the chopsticks on the table with a flick of his hand. He leaned back with a lazy posture, but his eyes were bright, and he said slowly: "I said no I told you not to look at me like that."

How do you look at it?

Mu Jinyue didn't understand, she raised her hand and touched her face: "My eyes are strange?"

Fu Yan licked his molars, "No."

"What's that?" She blinked again, puzzled.

Fu Yan didn't speak, his eyes were a little deep, and he suddenly staggered his eyes, and his voice lowered a few degrees: "It's nothing."

Mu Jinyue: "..." I'm afraid this person is crazy, right?

She endured it for a long time before she managed not to roll her eyes on the spot. When she looked up, she saw the melon-eaters who were talking to each other just now looked at them with bright eyes and rippling smiles.

Mu Jinyue's face became hot, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She immediately lowered her head and picked up the white fungus soup next to her to drink.

Obviously they didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, and they didn't know what they were awkward about.

There was another person over there who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement. Lu Zicang held Guo Zhentao's face next to him with both hands, and forced his face to face him, and said affectionately: "I never told you, don't do that look at me?"

Guo Zhentao was holding his mobile phone, chatting happily with the elementary school girl opposite him, when suddenly interrupted by Lu Zicang, he was dazed and at a loss, looking very honest: "Ah? Brother Cang, I didn't look at you."

Mu Jinyue choked on a mouthful of tremella soup.

"Ahem!" She put down the spoon, turned her head to the table, covered her mouth and coughed, her face flushed.

This time it wasn't because of embarrassment, she was choking.

"Be careful." Fu Yan frowned worriedly, took out several pieces of paper and handed them to her, and patted her on the back lightly.

Mu Jinyue wiped her mouth, sniffed her nose again, her eyes were red from coughing, tears were about to come out, her voice was a little hoarse, and she was crying: "I'm fine."

Fu Yan frowned into the word Chuan, feeling a little distressed, and poured her a glass of juice, watched her drink it, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up a boneless duck paw, and threw it directly at Lu Zicang's face.

"Fuck!" Even though Lu Zicang was on guard, he never expected Fu Yan to make such a bad move. He froze for a moment before realizing that he wanted to hide, but it was still a step too late, and the duck's paw got caught in his hair.

Normally, a boy's hair would be short, and it would fall off if he hooked it. However, Lu Zicang used hairspray today to shape the hair, and the hair was fixed, but... the duck's feet were also fixed.

The duck's paw was hanging on his hair, and it swayed with the movement, but it was as stable as Mount Tai, and it just wouldn't fall off.

"Fu Yan!" Lu Zicang tore off the duck's paw, his face turned green with anger, "You are still not human!"

Fu Yan was still holding the crime tool in his hand, he put down the chopsticks, looked at Lu Zicang leisurely, his thin lips moved, and spit out two words.

"No."

Lu Zicang: "..." He forgot, Fu Yan doesn't know what it means to be shameless!

"Do you know?" Lu Zicang raised the duck's paw, looked at the two hairs hanging on it, twitched the corners of his mouth, resisting the urge to fight Fu Yan, and gritted his teeth, "This is called wasting food!"

"puff--"

"Well--"

"..."

After a series of muffled laughter, the people sitting next to them finally couldn't help it anymore, they covered their mouths and looked at the sky and the earth together, but they didn't dare to look at Lu Zicang.

Mu Jinyue was probably the only one who dared to blatantly watch a good show. She used the crispy meat as popcorn, and chewed it with great interest.

"It's okay, don't waste it, you can eat it by yourself." After Fu Yan finished speaking, he glanced at the pot in front of him, picked up the prawns that floated up with a colander, and put them all on Mu Jinyue's plate. Then he turned his head and spoke seriously. Lu Zicang said: "By the way, don't put it in our pot. I know you use hairspray to style your hair without washing it. I despise you." The pot in front of him was only eaten by himself and Mu Jinyue.

Mu Jinyue almost choked again.

She finally found out that Fu Yan was already very polite to her, and this guy's poisonous tongue index was higher than what she had experienced before.

Lu Zicang's anger had just subsided a little because Fu Yan said that he was not a human being, but was ignited by his next sentence, his face turned green and turned pale, he threw his chopsticks, stood up suddenly, and walked out with heavy steps.

With a "bang", the door was slammed hard, Mu Jinyue glanced over there, and then at the guy sitting next to him, who was still helping her with shrimp slippery leisurely, and said hesitantly: "That, He seems really angry..."

Fu Yan frowned, his tone was dissatisfied, and a little sour: "Why do you care so much about him?"

"I don't care about him," Mu Jinyue raised her hand to rest her forehead, "Isn't he your friend? Just ignore him like this?"

She doesn't know much about the way boys get along, but Bai Heyun usually bullies Qiao Bin, but occasionally after Qiao Bin runs away in anger, he will catch up with him and bring him back, and then continue to bully him.

Mu Jinyue once asked Qiao Bin, and she still remembers the triumphant tone of his answer.

That guy He Yun is desperate for face. Even if he knows he is wrong, he will never bow his head and admit his mistakes. He will show weakness if he catches up. Of course, I want my lord to forgive him a lot. '

Mu Jinyue looked at the door again, but there was still no movement.

On the contrary, Fu Yan became unhappy first, he pursed his lips tightly, his jaw line was slightly tense, and the lines of his facial features became clearer.

The lights of the hot pot restaurant are warm yellow, making the entire private room warm and cozy. There is a small smoker on each pot, which does not gather smoke. The spicy taste keeps stimulating the taste buds, and the blood seems to be rolling with the red soup in the pot .

"Don't worry about him," Fu Yan said sullenly: "That guy must have gone to add food, and he is going to eat up my wallet to get revenge on me." After he explained, he pointed to Mu Jinyue's plate, and she took a bite back No touch, "Now, can you focus on the dishes I cooked for you?"

Mu Jinyue was taken aback, and was about to speak when the door was pushed open vigorously. Lu Zicang walked briskly back to his seat with a smug expression on his face, swaying with Erlang's legs up, and said in a melodious tone: "Fu Yan, I agreed to treat you, and I will treat you later. Don't say you don't have enough money!"

Fu Yan turned his head and glared at him.

"Eh?" Lu Zicang blinked, sat up straight without shaking his legs, and looked at him nervously: "You really don't have enough money, right? You shouldn't, there are mobile payments... "

"Eat yours!" Fu Yan snapped at him angrily, poking the baby vegetable leaf in front of him with his chopsticks.

Once, twice... He poked several holes in a row.

Lu Zicang looked puzzled, so he turned to look at Mu Jinyue, "What's wrong with him?" Pointing to his head, he mouthed to her.

'Is this stupid? '

Mu Jinyue glanced at him with embarrassment, not knowing how to explain it, so she could only smile embarrassingly.

She just hooked the corners of her mouth, when Fu Yan turned her head and glared at Lu Zicang again: "I think you are stupid."

Lu Zicang: "..." Well, he stopped talking.

Seeing that Lu Zicang lowered his head and began to pick up vegetables, Fu Yan was satisfied, moved his chopsticks, and threw the baby vegetables that he poked several holes into the pot.

Mu Jinyue was dumbfounded by his childish behavior, seeing that he never looked at her, but the four big words "I'm very angry" were written on his face, she couldn't help being funny.

Not stupid.

It seems that he is jealous.

She bent her eyebrows, picked up a shrimp slip and threw it into her mouth, then reached out and gently tugged at Fu Yan's sleeve.

"Why?" Fu Yan asked her without raising his head.

There was something in Mu Jinyue's mouth, and her voice was muffled, but she seemed softer, so soft that she didn't have any strength, like a baby, she only said two words: "Mutton."

Subconsciously, Fu Yan picked up the lamb plate and poured it in, only to realize that he was still angry.

His face was sullen and worried, Mu Jinyue had already taken the empty plate, put it down, and then picked up the messy baby dish and put it into his bowl.

Fu Yan looked down, pursed his lips, suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, and deliberately said coldly: "I will give you meat, and you will give me vegetables?"

It was the first time that Mu Jinyue knew that boys could be so fussy like this.

She propped her chin, glanced at the vegetable platter next to her, and let out a long "ah", "It's not green, why can't I give it to you?"

Fu Yan was stunned for two seconds, and the gloomy eyes just now turned from cloudy to clear, and the dark eyes were shining brightly, like shining stars hidden behind the clouds.

Does this count as her response to him?

Although it doesn't feel good to be jealous, I always feel that it seems to be worth it.

Mu Jinyue felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him. She lowered her head and ate her food, only to find that her bowl was full of clear soup.

Just as she was about to ask, Fu Yan picked up another chopsticks of mutton for her. It was fat and thin, with red oil hanging on it. It looked very appetizing.

She bit her chopsticks: "Why isn't the shrimp slippery spicy?"

"Eating spicy food on an empty stomach hurts the stomach." Fu Yan helped her fill up the water glass, and said casually, "You eat some shrimp slippery first, that one is not spicy, and then eat the spicy one."

After Mu Jinyue listened, she gritted her chopsticks slightly and pressed the upward curve of her mouth.

She thought, probably no one could resist Fu Yan's gentleness.

The crowd eating melons next to them said that they have lost sight of it, and when the boss talks about love, his whole style of painting has changed!

After eating a meal for two hours, Mu Jinyue's mouth twitched as she looked at the tabletop that seemed to have been swept by a strong wind.

Before eating, Fu Yan said that their stomachs are trash cans, and they can hold everything, but Mu Jinyue is not good enough. Now it seems...Fu Yan's words are really polite.

She put down her chopsticks, ready to serve another bowl of white fungus soup to relieve her boredom, Fu Yan naturally followed.

As soon as the two left, the private room became active again.

"I found that Brother Fu is really not firm at all. Just now, Miss Mu just pulled his sleeve, and he immediately forgot about being angry!"

"What do you want to be firm, is it more important to have a girlfriend or be angry?"

"That's definitely...Girlfriend is important, but Ms. Mu is not Brother Fu's girlfriend yet."

"Look at this posture, if you really become a girlfriend, Brother Fu won't spoil you?"

"I see almost."

"..."

*

Mu Jinyue served a bowl of white fungus soup, and Fu Yan next to him took it smoothly: "I'll serve it to you."

Just as Mu Jinyue was about to say no, the tip of her ear suddenly moved.

Her expression suddenly changed and quickly returned to calm, she turned her head and said to Fu Yan: "You go back first, I have something to do, I'll be fine soon."

Before Fu Yan could react, she turned around and walked forward.

Fu Yan was holding something in his hand and wanted to catch up, but he was afraid of bumping into someone. He frowned and handed the things to the passing waiter: "Private room 403, just say it to Lu Zicang."

The waiter had probably never encountered such a customer. He looked down at the bowl in his hand and was stunned for two seconds before he realized it. When he raised his head again to say yes, the unruly boy in front of him had disappeared.

"What's the situation?" He shook his head blankly, stopped thinking about it, and went to 403 with his things.

(End of this chapter)