On the stool next to it was an exquisite paper bag, and on top of the paper bag was an open empty cardboard box. The cardboard box was in the style of a gift box, and you could tell at a glance that it contained top-quality clothes.
And those fine clothes were being worn by Fang Heng at that moment. The key point was that she was helping him put them on, and she was doing so with affection in her eyes.
Mo Huaixing looked down at the wrinkled white shirt he was wearing, unbuttoned one button, and sat down expressionlessly to pour himself a drink of water.
The commotion was quite loud, but the two people who were clinging to each other didn't react at all to his appearance.
Gan Tang looked at the black T-shirt Fang Heng was wearing and shook her head in dissatisfaction: "It's a bit too big."
It wasn't just big; it was clearly the largest size I could definitely fit into. I couldn't even be bothered to figure out my own size. But Fang Heng still complimented me, saying, "It's not big, it looks great. Sister Lu has such good taste."
"It's because you're handsome that you look good in anything." But touching the clothes in her hand, she still shook her head unsatisfied and asked, "What size does Brother Fang wear?"
"Two crosses."
What shoe size do you wear?
“43”
"And him?"
As Fang Heng answered with delight, Gan Tang naturally pointed to Mo Huaixing, who was sitting silently to the side.
"Same... I guess!" Fang Heng almost let it slip, then chuckled and tried to cover it up, "I think he's about my height."
Yeah?
Gan Tang carefully observed the changes in his expression.
Fang Heng clutched his chest, tearfully accusing, "Sister Lu, are you buying this for someone else, or for me?"
"Of course I'll buy it for you." Gan Tang put on a fake smile and enthusiastically invited, "When Brother Fang goes to Jinhai another day, I'll take you shopping?"
"OK!"
Fang Heng placed his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, and wrapped his arms around the petite figure in front of him, asking with a smile, "Does Sister Lu have a boyfriend?"
Gan Tang gently shook her head.
So what do you think of me?
"You?" Gan Tang rested her left hand on the table and lightly tapped Fang Heng's hand, her eyes conveying affection: "I'll think about it."
With a bang, a glass slammed onto the round table, making a jarring sound, followed by Mo Huaixing's irritable voice: "Waiter, let's order."
Gan Tang was startled and turned her head away in displeasure: "Don't you have any sense? Go outside."
What sharp eyesight!
Does it hinder your ability to flirt with men?
"Don't strain your back!" Mo Huaixing angrily picked up the menu and walked out.
At this moment, Fang Heng didn't forget to add fuel to the fire, reaching out to snatch the menu back from his hand and saying disdainfully, "I'm treating Sister Lu to dinner, what do you want to order?"
As he spoke, he handed the menu to Gan Tang and asked, "What would you like to eat, Sister Lu?"
"Let's order some drinks first." Gan Tang asked with a smile, "What kind of drinks does Brother Fang like?"
"The stronger the better."
"Is the cigarette the same as his?" She maintained her flawless smile.
This little girl is always trying to trick me into revealing things. Fang Heng's smile deepened, and he said with a pitiful expression, "When we're together, can we not talk about other people?"
Old fox.
Gan Tang finally realized that trying to outsmart a professional police officer when he was an amateur was just asking for trouble.
Whether they know each other or not is none of my business. I'll just get them drunk and run away.
Gan Tang opened the menu and asked, "What would you like to eat?"
"I like everything that Sister Lu likes to eat!" Fang Heng said those ambiguous words with increasing familiarity.
Gan Tang got goosebumps all over, chuckled, leaned close to his ear, and whispered sweetly, "Captain Fang, there's enough oil on your face to fry a dish."
Fang Heng laughed heartily, looking at his brother who was standing there trembling, his face growing darker and darker. He turned his head and whispered in Gan Tang's ear, their manner as ambiguous as could be.
"Sister Lu, if I don't add fuel to the fire, do you think your little fire will even get to him?"
What's the meaning?
Gan Tang turned around in surprise and saw Fang Heng reach out to hug her.
She pushed him away in disgust, jumped off the round table that was making her bottom hurt, but unexpectedly her foot tripped on Fang Heng's leg. Losing her balance, she fell towards his chest. Fang Heng caught her gracefully, his large hands encircling her waist with one hand and placing the other on her round buttocks.
She hovered on him, her toes barely touching the ground, her head tilted back, her chest heaving.
What does it resemble?
It's like paying someone else to do it.
"Does Sister Lu want to eat me?" Fang Heng chuckled as he sat down with Gan Tang in his arms. The tenderness in his chest vanished abruptly, followed by a menu being roughly thrown in front of him.
"I'll eat you to death!" Mo Huaixing pulled Gan Tang outside.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" Gan Tang pushed him away in pain, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break free from his thick, angry hand.
Fang Heng waved and shouted from behind, "Sister Lu, miss me! I'll come to Jinhai to find you another day."
The door slammed shut.
Fang Heng couldn't help but shudder, and sighed, clutching his chest, "When did I start to have doubts? Luckily, I've seen countless women and have plenty of self-control."
Outside the restaurant, the car sped away in a flash.
Gan Tang looked at her wrist, which was bruised and purple from his grip, and looked aggrievedly at the man driving in front of her. She saw him take off his white shirt and throw it onto the passenger seat.
Gan Tang frowned: "Why aren't you wearing the clothes I bought for you?"
"I think it's ugly!" After taking it off, Mo Huaixing realized that he had left his original white shirt at the restaurant and put on his suit jacket directly.
Gan Tang's anger flared when she saw him preferring to wear his coat with his chest bare rather than wear the clothes she had bought. She chuckled and said, "These were freebies that came with the clothes I bought for Brother Fang. If I wasn't worried that you'd be too dirty to face Dad when you went back, I wouldn't even bother taking them. Wear them or not, it's up to you."
She couldn't be bothered with the man's sullen face anymore and started scrolling through her phone.
Mo Huaixing glared angrily at the woman in the rearview mirror and saw her scrolling through Fang Heng's WeChat Moments, laughing as she did so and saving photos.
“A new target has appeared,” Mo Huaixing sneered. “The young lady really isn’t picky about men.”
Those sarcastic remarks were very unpleasant to hear, and Gan Tang asked with dissatisfaction, "What do you mean?"
"It means, congratulations, Miss."
"Thanks!"
The deafening sound echoed throughout the cramped carriage.
Gan Tang felt wronged and wanted to cry. She was worried that he would be harassed and tried her best to help him, but he thought she was promiscuous. Even if she was promiscuous, what did it have to do with him? Why should he care about her?
Gan Tang looked up, beaming, and said, "Brother Fang is a really nice guy. He's humorous, tall and handsome, and a brigade leader—so impressive! Most importantly, he's gentle with me. I need to think carefully about where to take him."
"You've only seen him a few times?" Mo Huaixing finally couldn't hold back. "Do you know how many women he has?"
"You know?" Gan Tang suddenly looked at Mo Huaixing.
"Look at his despicable behavior, he's no good at all." Mo Huaixing scoffed, "He doesn't even know if the other person has a woman, and you're already throwing yourself at him, how shameless is that?"
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