Chapter 49 (2/2)

This is enough for ten people.

The waiter was in a daze and repeatedly confirmed that Lu Chuan was not joking before he was forced to leave.

The zombie is now scarred, so naturally it won't come in to scare people. So Zhong Tong and Yang Ping'an were there with them. Nine out of the ten portions of Lu Chuan's order were to be sent to three of them.The efficiency here is very high, and things are delivered quickly.

Lu Chuan is also hungry, in the club, almost nothing to eat, just to fill his stomach, is lunch.

Poetry if rain is very gentle to eat, sipping soup.

No time, she would raise her head and peek at Lu Chuan, as if to see something.

Lu Chuan ate quickly and was full in a moment.

And poetry if rain, just drink a small bowl of ”mother-in-law soup.”.

”Beauty, why do I seem to have seen you somewhere?” Lu Chuan couldn't help but mention it. It's not a chat up. It's really familiar.

If Shi Ruoyu's face falls down, she can't remember herself at all. This blow makes her angry even more than her cousin just said. What kind of person is this bastard? He can't hold half of his head because he is a beautiful woman?

With a trace of discontent, poetry if rain Yang Yang, his mobile phone and self timer are still live.

It seems that

Lu Chuan blinked and patted his forehead: ”I remember, you were the one who broadcast the delicious food that day. By the way, what's your name? What's your name? I'm sorry, beauty. I really can't remember. I can't call you a female anchor, right

In the live broadcasting room, all were shouting: ”cousin, your cousin asked your name, tell him quickly.”

”Cousin, your cousin can't remember your name.”

”Cousin, this is embarrassing.”

Wearing headphones, if the poem rain, of course you can hear it.

Fortunately, Lu Chuan is not able to hear, otherwise the poem if rain will be embarrassed to death.

The guys in the live room are shouting, but Shi Ruoyu's face is embarrassed. The other party can't remember his name, which is embarrassing.

But think about it is also, just one-sided, who must stipulate that the other party can remember their own name? By your beauty?

The other party is a local tyrant, and she has met many beautiful women. Do you really think that they have never seen the world?

”Poetry is like rain.”

Shi Ruoyu almost clenches his teeth and says his name. It is one thing to understand, and another to have resentment in his heart.

Lu Chuan said with a smile: ”this name is good, my name is...”

”Your name is Lu Chuan.” If the poem rain, but word by word to say the name of Lu Chuan.

”Er Are you really my cousin Lu Chuan is confused for a moment, the other party knows his name?

Poetry is like rain and almost goes wild.

Seeing the other party's crazy appearance, Lu Chuan stood up and said, ”beauty has something to do first. If we can meet again for the third time, I will ask you your mobile phone number, which shows that we are really predestined.”

”Goodbye, cousin.”

With that, Lu Chuan got up and left.

Of course, more elegant things are also necessary, such as paying the ”cousin” account.

“……”

Poetry if rain has a soup on the other side's face impulse, this bastard, did not forget to tease himself. Besides, if you really ask for your mobile phone number, do I have to give it to you?

Outside, zombies, they've finished eating, absolutely fast.

At this point in time, the zombie dog's previous injuries were all healed and restored to their original state. It's going to be crazy for the guys in the club to know.

As it happens, a bus stops at the station.

Lu Chuan called, and he took them and got on the bus.

…………

”666, if it wasn't for his real face, he would have been cheated by his low profile.”

”Really a low-key cousin.”

”I'll give him a hundred points. I'm not afraid of his pride.”

”Cousin, your cousin's car is really luxurious. It's a bus of millions.”

In the live broadcasting room, there was a burst of teasing. They felt that this live broadcast was the most exciting and joyful one.

Although it is a joke, but the gift in the live room is constantly brushing.

Shi Ruoyu had to start building for these guys: ”OK, my cousin is gone. Let's share with you what kind of” mother-in-law soup ”is worth recommending to you.”

But in my heart, poetry if rain is helpless.

This cousin, cousin, I'm afraid I can't get rid of it in this studio.