The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1427 I don't want to talk to you!
The tone was unceremonious, even sharp and hostile, which made it impossible to conceal.

Nebula's voice is not low, it can be heard by everyone in the quiet hotel.

Everyone in the hotel was slightly taken aback.

Then one by one, as if they didn't hear, they turned their heads, those who ate and those who ate, those who bowed their heads,

"Oh, this dish really tastes better the more you eat it."

"It's just a bit expensive."

"Uncle, I treated you to the last meal, so it's your turn to treat me to this meal."

"No problem, no problem." Uncle Chiguaqun was watching the drama of the Imperial Marshal gossipingly, and when he came to his senses, the meal had already been spread on his head. "Huh?! The last meal was obviously invited by me, you shameless!""

"Which meal did I not treat you to? Have you ever treated me to a meal since I was a child?!"

"..."

Over there, the fake Yantao smiled even deeper when he heard Xingyun's words, without any trace of anger.

The cherry red lips slightly raised an evil arc, and her voice was like a gurgling stream flowing through her ears, clear and pleasant, with a faint hint of doting: "Isn't it just that you didn't agree to your request? You still hold grudges like this. "

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to wrap Xing Yun's shoulder.

Xingyun coldly patted his extended hand, there was no superfluous expression on her delicate face.

"Boss, order."

Brut quickly walked up: "Your Highness, this way please."

"No need."

Xingyun scanned the decorations in the hall with a pair of almond eyes, and said in a cool tone: "I can just eat here."

"Find me a place."

The manager nodded quickly.

Just kidding, this is the little ancestor.

An inadvertent annoyed her, that is the fate of the top of the thunder.

He is still alive and well, and he doesn't want to die.

Xingyun's attitude was always cold and harsh, but the fake Yantao was always smiling, and even pulled the chair for her in a personable manner.

Nebula: "I don't want to talk to you."

"But I want to talk to you."

Fake Yantao raised his eyebrows casually, and sat lazily on the chair, not minding Xingyun's indifference at all.

The melon-eating crowd watched silently.

When did Young Master Yan become so tempered?

In the past, he always turned his face when he said that he would turn his face. How has he ever been so easy to talk about?

Everyone secretly glanced at the sitting Princess Xingyun again.

Although the girl who only looked at her had a straight face, her movements and demeanor were graceful.

There is a sense of elegance and extravagance in every gesture.

Between the beautiful eyebrows, the aura is compelling.

Ok……

What is this called?

This is called the hero sad beauty pass.

Their Yan Shuai must have loved Princess Xingyun terribly.

Otherwise, how could she be treated like this.

The people who eat melons consciously figured everything out.

I feel more like watching a show.

"Waiter! Hurry up and serve me a plate of melon seeds."

"I want it here too."

"And I……"

The waiters were so busy that they kept running back and forth between the halls.

"Okay, here we come, your melon seeds."

All the props were ready, and the melon eaters sat in rows with their melon seeds in their arms, watching the show.

In the corner, Young Master Yan's dark eyebrows casually glanced at the fake Yantao.

There was a smile on her blood red lips.

It's just that smile, which doesn't reach the eyes.

It also reveals a feeling of coldness that penetrates the heart and spleen.

It is full of malice like a ghost, and just looking at it makes people shudder.

(End of this chapter)