Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

Wen Qiye glanced at Wu Lei lightly, who kept winking at him and quietly pulling the corner of his clothes.

“I think the second method is good.”

"Ok?"

"Yeah, I think so too...what?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, but then both of them looked at Wen Qiye at the same time.

Wu Lei looked at Wen Qiye in surprise, his eyes filled with naked questioning.

-----Brother, didn’t you get the hint I gave you?

Mo Ling looked at Wen Qiye with her big watery eyes, which were also full of confusion.

-----Why don't you choose the first option? How can I be familiar with this?

Wen Qiye glanced at the foodie Wu Lei with a bit of disdain.

But when his gaze turned to Mo Ling, a smile flashed across his face like lightning.

"You choose the second one."

Mo Ling felt a little regretful, but this little regret did not stay in her heart for too long.

"Since you chose the second option, then tell me more about it."

Mo Ling's bright eyes rolled around, and the second plan came to his mind.

"Are you going to order food every day? Or do you want to follow my schedule?"

Without waiting for Wu Lei to ask, Mo Ling continued:

"If you want to order food, please tell me in advance so I can prepare the ingredients. However, the price will be higher."

Mo Ling said this, gesturing with his thumb and index finger to indicate that it was only a little bit higher.

"If you follow my arrangement, then whatever I cook is what you eat in the morning. You don't get to choose."

After Wu Lei lost the first option, he no longer winked at Wen Qiye.

"I think..."

"Order."

Before Wu Lei could finish his words, Wen Qiye directly chose to order food.

Wu Lei's eyes widened. His eyes were already very big.

At this moment, his eyes were as big as bells, and his expression was full of disbelief.

"I choose to order the food, you can do whatever you want."

Wen Qiye looked at Wu Lei and said that everyone has their own choices, and I just chose what I think is best.

Wu Lei pursed his lips.

"I'm ready to order, too."

Wen Qiye chose to order food, but as a brother, he couldn't fall behind and had to maintain formation.

"okay."

Mo Ling's eyes lit up with joy as she smiled.

Just as she was about to talk about the cost of the order, she heard a notification tone from her cell phone.

Mo Ling clicked on the message in confusion and found out it was a money transfer.

Tens of thousands...

Ten thousand???

Mo Ling looked up at Wen Qiye, seemingly not expecting Wen Qiye to be so fast?

Yesterday, with the help of Wu Lei, a social geek, she successfully added Wen Qiye's QQ.

According to her personality, she will definitely play straight.

But the result was that I went back and searched online yesterday.

Netizens said that hitting a straight ball can easily cause a back injury.

In order to avoid spraining her waist, she could only follow the methods mentioned on the Internet and boil the frog in warm water step by step.

Now seeing the transfer sent by Wen Qiye, she couldn't help but want to shout.

---The boss is generous.

Mo Ling took the money very quickly and accepted it directly.

"What would you like to eat tomorrow?"

"I'll send you a message when I've thought about it."

"it is good."

"Then tell me what you don't like to eat? I'll write it down."

"it is good."

So, Mo Ling and Wen Qiye got together, one talked about the food he didn't like, and the other took out a notebook and took notes seriously.