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031. I owe you a meal. Listening to Qiao Nian's voice and looking at Lu Youqing's cool appearance, Jian Yunchen who was sitting inside opened the corners of his mouth calmly, but laughed heartily.

There is a love, a big love.

Everyone else is wondering, who is this person?

Who is that in a wheelchair and wearing sunglasses?

Those who can come here should be Jian Shao's friends, or friends of friends. Thinking about it this way, Mo Shiyu is also curious.

The name Lu Youqing can be said to be resounding all over the world, but there are definitely not many people who have seen him in person, and he has never been in any news, so it is normal not to know who he is.

"Lend my belt, yes." Lu Youqing put his hands on the armrests, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "What price are you going to pay?"

I don't know if it's a hallucination, but Qiao Nian actually thinks his voice is pleasant at this moment. At this moment, his voice is neither cold nor alienated, only slightly crisp.

Borrow, that's easy to say.

Qiao Nian stretched out her hand to play with the hair on her chest, smiled slightly, and curled up her red lips in bewilderment, "I owe you a meal."

Have a meal?

An imperceptible smile faded from the corner of Lu Youqing's mouth, and he reached out to hold her hand.

The scorching temperature made Qiao Nian startled slightly.

The next moment, he pulled her hand towards his waist, and with a click, the belt came loose. Qiao Nian looked at him and blinked, wondering why he was so talkative.

"Keep it safe for me. Remember to take it with you when you eat." Lu Youqing pulled out the belt, put it in Qiao Nian's hand, turned around, and left.

The belt in his hand was a bit heavy, Qiao Nian even felt the warmth of the belt, and for some reason, there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Qiao Nian looked at Lu Youqing's back complicatedly, without thinking too much, closed the door, turned around and returned to her seat.

"Wow..." Mo Shiyu snatched the belt, and when he saw it clearly, he yelled, "Jian Yunen, your friend is so awesome, you are really a local tyrant among the local tyrants."

A belt is out of print, or from the hands of a past event, so fucking awesome.

Seeing Mo Shiyu's exaggerated expression, Jian Yunchen took a few sips of wine, and said without blushing, "I don't know who he is, maybe he is a friend of a friend?"

He thought that the third brother would not come to such a place, but he didn't think so. Not only did he come, but he also happened to meet Qiao Nian. All of this, he could only say that the two were very close.

"Nian Nian, fill it in according to your mood, just don't let us go out in underwear." Jian Yunchen piled the checks in front of Qiao Nian, jokingly said.

"Then I'm welcome."

Qiao Nian happily took the check, and with a flick of the pen, the woman filled out four sixes, and the man filled out four eights.She also knew that to them, a few thousand dollars was just a bottle of red wine, which was harmless.

"The man just kept silent. I thought he was blind and couldn't see you as a beauty." Mo Shiyu teased Qiao Nian, "You really don't know how to invite him to dinner, do you?"

When Mo Shiyu and Qiao Nian left the bar, it was already two or three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Qiao Nian touched his bag and said, "He is a rich man, can he appreciate my simple food?"

Qiao Nian now has a headache when he thinks about it, he doesn't want to have anything to do with him, and now it's his own initiative, hey...headache...

"Hello, our boss invites you to go over."