Chapter 45 (2/2)

“So you want to return to w.a.n.gfu ah.” A smile suddenly appeared on Fang ZiCheng’s face which was showing an ‘I finally know what you are going to do’ expression.

Jing Yue suddenly stopped her footsteps; she looked at Fang ZiCheng up and down. Fang ZiCheng’s hair stood on the end and he quietly moved a step back, completely didn’t know what Jing Yue wanted to do.

“You…… bring money?” after her question finished, Jing Yue suddenly felt depressed.

“A?” Fang ZiCheng went blank. He hadn’t yet managed to process Jing Yue’s words when he already saw Jing Yue, taking advantage of his confused state, groped his body and said: “You definitely bring some, I’m about to starve to death, hurry give me money, I want to eat.”

Fang ZiCheng trembled being groped all over by Jing Yue’s little hand. He hastily prevented Jing Yue from continuing her groping movement, jumped away with a red face and said: “I…… I’ll take them out for you.”

“Hurry up! Don’t dawdle!” Jing Yue glared at Fang ZiCheng with a face that showed ‘I’ll strip you if you don’t take them out’ expression.

When Jing Yue and Fang ZiCheng sat in a restaurant, Fang ZiCheng finally got to experience what she had said as ‘about to starve to death’. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at their table; it simply about to make Fang ZiCheng looked for a hole to bury himself.

Fang ZiCheng swore to heaven; ever since he was a child until now, he had never been stared at by people like this.

“That…… Have you eaten enough?” Fang ZiCheng braced himself to see the things in front of him; those numerous empty bowls, the woman who drank wine ate meat without paying any heed to her image, that bold and unrestrained movement; which part of them showed even the least bit demeanor of a woman?

Jing Yue politely sucked the oil on her hands clean and picked up the handkerchief on her side to wipe her mouth clean. With a perfectly contented face she stared at Fang ZiCheng and said: “Ge (burp)…… enough.”

“Your appet.i.te…… really good……” Looking at the messy table before him, the corners of Fang ZiCheng’s mouth twitched and he firmly called the waiter to change their table. When he sat down again, he saw that Jing Yue’s eyes were narrowed as she concentratedly bit a toothpick to pick her teeth.

Those raised feet, that ‘picking teeth’ action; they were simply extremely incompatible with her pretty face ah!