Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 142 Drunk?Not drunk! (1)

When she walked out of the hall, Mo Chou was still in the simple dress she liked.

Very ordinary black jeans, very ordinary gray shirt, simple flat top shoes.

The hair is simply tied into a ponytail with a rubber band, even if there are loose hair, she just let her loosen it.

Casual but revealing incomparable self-confidence.

God is so unfair, that is, not to lose makeup, not to have gorgeous clothes.

It happened to attract the eyes of others, but it was so bright that ordinary people dare not stare at it.

In the left trouser pocket is the butterfly knife Leo bought for her.

Under the hem of the wide gray shirt, the silver sand eagle was hidden.

Because she was extremely thin and the shirt was made of stiff fabric, it was hard to spot.

Murong Lin is the same as her, with jeans, a shirt, and flat shoes.

The only difference is that his shirt is plain white, not as dazzling as snow white, but the kind of white that looks very comfortable.

Soft as natural cotton and looks warm.

Two people dressed like this are not suitable for going to those high-end hotels and restaurants.

Even Murong Lin didn't like that kind of place.

The car passed through the bustling street all the way, but turned into an unpopular alley, and finally stopped outside a modest restaurant.

The kind hostess of the restaurant was obviously familiar with him, and greeted them warmly.

On one side, he took the lead and walked up the small iron ladder leading to the roof.

Simple old wooden tables and chairs, the dishes are served on ordinary-looking thick porcelain plates.

Grilled fish!

A very large fish, grilled until it is browned, the aroma can be smelled from afar.

The wine is self-brewed rice wine in a small jar, slightly sweet, with a faint smell of alcohol.

There are only Murong Lin and Mo Chou on the entire roof.

It was very quiet, with faint melodious music floating over from nowhere, in front of the back.

"Try it, this is wild fish directly from the mountains, it tastes very fresh!"

Murong Lin carefully picked up the big thorns with his chopsticks and sent them to Mo Chou's plate.

"Be careful, there are many thorns, don't get stuck!"

The tone is still teasing, but it reveals a comforting warmth.

(End of this chapter)