Lucky to Have You Till the End

The more Tang Xinyan thought, the hotter her face.

When ordering food, she could think of a man, she really convinced herself.

Mo Chiwei narrowed his deep eyes slightly when he saw the blushing on Tang Xinyan's white face.

I can roughly guess what she thought of.

This woman--

Withdrawing the menu from her hand, he scanned it very quickly.

"We have all the three dishes you mentioned." After a pause, she reported three other dishes that she usually likes.

The waiter took the menu and glanced at Mo Chiwei with a complicated expression.

This person is tall and handsome, and he really wants three strong dishes. Isn't it really bad?

She carefully cast a sympathetic look at Tang Xinyan again.

Tang Xinyan twitched the corners of her mouth and saw a playful smile on the man's lips, thinking that he would eat those three dishes later, and if he couldn't hold back from the fire at night, he would definitely take her to the knife——

He quickly said to the waiter who was about to leave, "Don't stir-fry shrimp and beef whip with leek, just a mutton soup."

Mo Chiwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Xinyan with a smile, "Are you sure?"

Tang Xinyan was seen by his gloomy eyes, his heart beat suddenly, and his voice trembled slightly, "I'm sure you don't need it."

Mo Chiwei's eyes became darker and darker, like a midnight without starlight, so black that no light can penetrate, he glanced at the waiter, "My wife said that I don't need it, she knows my physical condition best."

This is very suggestive!

Tang Xinyan was embarrassed to death.

This man is too ‘revenge’, she just laughed at him before, and he—

How can she know his physical condition best?

In front of the waiter, he is really not ashamed!

Tang Xinyan covered her small face with her hands, and for a while, she did not dare to look at the waiter's expression.

After the waiter left, Mo Chiwei ironed the dishes and cups for Tang Xinyan, poured tea for her, and said with a low voice and a little smile, "Mrs. Mo, would you like to try your husband if you go back tonight?"

Tang Xinyan opened the two slits with her fingers covering her small face. She looked at the calm man opposite, and said embarrassedly, "I didn't mean to laugh at you, it was the dish recommended by the waiter!"

"So, you don't think your husband needs aphrodisiac food, do you?"

"Yeah! You are fine again!"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his eyes, "How do you know it's okay?"

"It wasn't with my hands that time..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she was being circumvented by the man. She blushed and gave him a look, "I'm eating, let's not talk about that."

Not daring to look at him again, he picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea.

The dishes are ready soon.

At the dining table, his gentleman was considerate, serving her rice, using public chopsticks to pick up dishes, and pouring tea for her.

After eating a small bowl of rice, she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the man opposite.

When he eats, he is slow and tidy, giving people a sense of nobleness sitting in a western restaurant eating steak.

His hands holding the chopsticks are slender and thin, like yuzhu-like, with distinct joints. His nails are not as long as some boys, but his manicure is neat and tidy without a trace of dirt.

In fact, from many details, we can see that he is a man of taste and self-cultivation.

Obviously he was only twenty-eight, less than thirty years old, but he was much calmer and harder than his age.

Perceiving her gaze, he lifted the thick and dark eyelashes that many women envied, "Mrs. Mo, if you stare at me like this, I will think you want to eat me."