Chapter 109: The Trick
fiancée? !
The herbal tea was so bitter that Luo Qinglin almost vomited it. After finally swallowing it down his throat, Luo Qinglin turned his head slightly and used his eyes to ask Jiang Yanyu what was going on.
Jiang Yanyu was not nervous. Instead, he sneered and said, "I came out to my family when I was 17. If you want to joke with my little baby, you might as well say that I have a fiancé. This is much more believable than saying that I have a fiancée."
"Whether you come out or not has nothing to do with an engagement. Louis, when are you going back to London to propose to my daughter?" Mansory asked.
Although the two men spoke with smiles on their faces, there was thorn in their eyes, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.
Before Jiang Yanyu could speak, Shen Yin interrupted, "Mom, Brother Jiang recently came out to the world on social media. If you insist on letting your sister marry Brother Jiang, everyone will laugh at you."
Hearing this, Mansory's smile froze, and he glanced at her with a warning and disgust in his eyes, saying, "Xiao Yin, you should shut up."
Shen Yin was not embarrassed. Instead, she grinned, raised her glasses, and answered obediently, "Okay, Mom." And she really didn't say a word after that.
Knock knock knock.
Fortunately, at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and the waiter's voice was heard outside the door, "Mr. Jiang, are you serving the food now?"
"Sure," Jiang Yanyu answered in Chinese, then quietly poked Luo Qinglin's arm and whispered, "I just asked you to wear sunglasses, right?"
"That's right," Luo Qinglin glanced at Mansory and asked furtively, "Doesn't she understand Chinese?"
"I don't understand. Our conversation is encrypted."
After she finished speaking, Jiang Yanyu threw another coquettish glance at Luo Qinglin. Although she was wearing sunglasses, her frivolous temperament could not be blocked and came towards her face.
"Fake." Luo Qinglin cursed in a low voice.
Thinking that the two were secretly saying bad things in Chinese, Mansory frowned and said, "Louis, you have only been away from London for a year, and you have forgotten all the teachings from Mayfield's family?"
"I'm flirting with my little darling, are you sure you want to listen?" Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows and said nonchalantly, "I was just asking him if he wanted me to use strawberry flavor or spiral pattern when he goes back tonight."
Shocked by Jiang Yanyu's public obscenity, Mansory slammed the table and shouted, "Louis! Where are your manners?"
"Education..." Jiang Yanyu smiled provocatively, "Maybe it was washed off along with my Satan tattoos."
As soon as these words were spoken, the private room fell into dead silence. Mansory turned pale, while Shen Yin had a strange smile on his face.
The atmosphere was weird. Luo Qinglin felt like a small minion caught in the confrontation between the big guys. When gods and demons were fighting, a small shrimp like him suffered.
More than a dozen dishes were served on the table one after another. Luo Qinglin stared at the dishes on the table, not daring to start eating first, and sat stiffly where he was.
"Mr. Jiang, please eat your meal." The waiter reminded after serving the dishes.
Jiang Yanyu waved his hand, signaling the waiter to leave, and then he picked up the chopsticks and reached for the golden sand chicken wings in the center.
"Be good, open your mouth," Jiang Yanyu handed the ribs to Luo Qinglin's mouth, "Try it first, is it delicious?"
Luo Qinglin didn't notice the teasing in Jiang Yanyu's eyes, and was caught off guard, so he bit it obediently.
Unexpectedly, not only was the outer crust of the ribs hard, the meat inside was fried half dry, and the layer of salted egg yolk covering the ribs had a strong eggy smell.
Luo Qinglin chewed it twice and felt that if he swallowed it directly, he would not be able to eat when he remembered the taste in the morning and would feel like vomiting.
No wonder there are no customers in this restaurant, the chef’s cooking skills are not as good as his. Luo Qinglin kept chewing and didn't dare to swallow it.
Seeing his expression, Jiang Yanyu asked with a gloating smile: "BB, do you want to vomit?"
Luo Qinglin pouted in pain, nodded quickly, lowered his head, let his sunglasses slide down, revealing his eyes, and asked Jiang Yanyu with his eyes what to do.
Jiang Yanyu took out a few pieces of paper from the table, put them on the palm of his hand, and put them next to Luo Qinglin's mouth, "It's okay, if you want to vomit, just vomit in my hand."
Why would you spit into the vixen's hands? Can't you just let him spit it out himself with some paper? Luo Qinglin glanced at the tissue box on the table and was about to reach out to take the paper.
However, Jiang Yanyu was more agile and snatched the tissue away and threw it far away.
"What haven't we done? Don't get bogged down in these little things, husband and wife," Jiang Yanyu glanced at Mansory and said lightly, "Be good, spit it out quickly, be careful not to get a stomachache after eating the food in this restaurant."
Luo Qinglin really couldn't bring himself to spit into Jiang Yanyu's palm, so suddenly an idea came to him. He snatched the paper from his palm, covered his mouth and spit out the ribs.
Jiang Yanyu sighed regretfully, withdrew his hand, and didn't eat any of the dishes. He only drank a sip of herbal tea, "Oh, what a pity, baby is still too shy."
abnormal. Luo Qinglin cursed in his heart.
The dishes on the table looked delicious, but they tasted so disgusting. After eating that piece of pork ribs, Luo Qinglin never dared to pick up his chopsticks again.
“Mansory, eat quickly,” Jiang Yanyu grinned, “I’m a model and can’t eat high-calorie foods, but you should at least eat a few bites, at least for your grandmother’s sake.”
Luo Qinglin was so disgusted that he vomited. Mansory was not a fool, so of course he would not eat it. He said, "Sorry, I only eat vegetarian food during this period."
"It's okay," Jiang Yanyu waved to Shen Yin and ordered, "Come, serve your mother a bowl of bean sprout soup."
"Okay, Jiang Ge," Shen Yin smiled, stood up, and poured a few spoonfuls of bean sprout soup into Mansory's bowl, "Mom, drink it quickly, don't let Jiang Ge down."
Mansory couldn't offend Jiang Yanyu, lest he go to Mayfield to complain, so he could only symbolically take two sips with a spoon.
But the bean sprout soup looked bland, but was full of salt and had a strong bean smell. Mansory almost vomited.
Mansory threw away the spoon and saw the smug smile on Jiang Yanyu's face, and his anger rose.
He couldn't vent his anger on Jiang Yanyu, but Mansory couldn't bear it anymore. He sneered and picked up the bowl to put it on Shen Yin's head.
Wow...
The boiling hot soup flowed down Shen Yin's hair, staining his lenses and collar. The skin on his cheeks and neck turned red from being burned.
Shen Yin pursed his lips for a moment, then quickly relaxed them, smiled and said to everyone, "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."
After standing up, Shen Yin walked slowly, as if he was used to this matter. If it weren't for the soup dripping from his hair and falling to the ground, people would think nothing had happened.
When walking past Luo Qinglin, Shen Yin's eyes suddenly turned red. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Luo Qinglin for a moment, then turned around and walked out the door.
Luo Qinglin was shocked when Mansory threw the soup, and he was even more shocked when Shen Yin suddenly cried.
After Shen Yin left, no one spoke in the room. Luo Qinglin sat in his seat, like an ant on a hot pan, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Luo Qinglin felt that there was no normal person in this private room, and thought that since Shen Yin had already left halfway, he might as well run away too.
Thinking of this, Luo Qinglin coughed lightly, moved his fingertips to the side, and poked Jiang Yanyu's leg under the table.
Jiang Yanyu turned his head and asked in Chinese: "What's wrong?"
"I want to go out for some fresh air first. When are you planning to leave?" Luo Qinglin asked in a weak voice, covering his mouth with his hands.
Luo Qinglin looked alert, like a student who was whispering with his deskmate during class and was afraid of being discovered by the teacher.
Jiang Yanyu couldn't help but smile and ruffled Luo Qinglin's hair. "You go out first. I'll talk to her and leave in a while."
"Ok." Luo Qinglin stood up and said to Mansory, "Madam, I'm going to the bathroom too," then hurried out of the private room.
The window embedded in the corridor was wide open, and there was the sound of dripping rain outside the window. The raindrops fell on the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.
When Luo Qinglin reached the stairs, he glanced at the bathroom at the end of the corridor. After thinking it over, he finally decided not to look for Shen Yin, but to go downstairs alone and wait for Jiang Yanyu outside.
After all, Shen Yin usually said strange things, and she cried suddenly just now. Luo Qinglin didn't dare to be alone with such an unfathomable person, for fear of causing trouble.
Outside the watchtower, the fresh rain vapor brought the fragrance of bamboo leaves. Luo Qinglin stood under the eaves and stretched out his hand to catch the falling raindrops.
After the White Dew Festival, the temperature dropped rapidly. At this moment, there was an evening shower. The fabric was not protective and the cold air penetrated into the clothes.
Luo Qinglin wrapped his clothes tightly with one hand and looked closely at the bamboo forest and rain around him. The layout here is very antique, except for a bunch of sports cars parked in the open space, which are out of place.
The waiter must have checked the weather forecast and put up the awning to shield the car from rain before it started.
Taking out his cell phone and taking a picture of the cars, Luo Qinglin called up Bai Shengyun's WeChat.
【Luo Qinglin: Are these all your cars? 】
【Bai Shengyun: Why are you there? Where is Jiang Yanyu? 】
[Luo Qinglin: Having dinner with a woman named Mansory, do you know her? 】
[Bai Shengyun: I don’t know him.] 】
Luo Qinglin originally wanted to ask about the "fiancée", but Bai Shengyun was useless at the critical moment.
Luo Qinglin put away his phone, hugged his arms and wrapped his clothes tightly, continued to listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the bamboo leaves, and waited for Jiang Yanyu.
"Brother Qinglin? What are you doing standing here?"
Shen Yin's voice came from behind him. Luo Qinglin turned around and replied, "I came out to get some fresh air."
Shen Yin's hair was damp, with his hair all tied up on top of his head. Because he was not wearing glasses, Luo Qinglin discovered that he had a pair of sharp phoenix eyes.
"Brother Qinglin, I want to apologize to you on behalf of my mother. Don't take what she said to heart. Brother Jiang doesn't have a fiancée." Shen Yin's eyes curved slightly.
"It's okay, I won't take it seriously." Luo Qinglin replied.
Shen Yin suddenly acted harmless, but Luo Qinglin was still not used to it. He did not let down his guard and quietly moved his upper body away from Shen Yin.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Shen Yin smiled, took a step away and said, "Brother Qinglin, I don't like Brother Jiang, you don't have to be so afraid of me."
The big stone in my heart finally fell. It turned out that Shen Yin didn't like Jiang Yanyu.
However, Luo Qinglin didn't expect Shen Yin to speak so bluntly. He laughed dryly and pretended to deny it: "I didn't think so."
"I have someone I like, but he doesn't like me." Shen Yin chuckled and said disappointedly.
Shen Yin took the initiative to retract his claws. Luo Qinglin felt that if he didn't say anything and remained on guard, it would be a bit inhumane, so he comforted him, "There are many people in this world. You don't have to place all your love on one person."
Hearing this, Shen Yin did not say anything, but turned his head and stared quietly into Luo Qinglin's eyes.
Feeling uncomfortable being stared at by Shen Yin, Luo Qinglin thought that he didn't like to hear discouraged persuasion, so he changed the topic and said, "Of course, if you feel that she is the only one, you can give it a try. After all, everything is possible."
"Brother Qinglin, can I really give it a try?" Shen Yin asked steadily.
"If..." Luo Qinglin said hesitantly, "If that person is single, you can give it a try."
"Single?" Shen Yin was lost in thought for a moment, then a smile appeared in his eyes. "He can indeed be considered single. I still have a chance."
"Then you can give it a try. Come on." Luo Qinglin encouraged.
"I'll try my best," Shen Yin smiled with narrowed eyes, and his upper body unconsciously moved closer to Luo Qinglin, "Qinglin..."
"Luo Qinglin!"
Before Shen Yin could finish the second half of his sentence, Jiang Yanyu walked out of the blockhouse and interrupted their conversation.
"Let's go home." Jiang Yanyu put his arm around Luo Qinglin's shoulders and said.
As they walked into the rain, Luo Qinglin turned around and said, "Xiao Yin, see you tomorrow. Come on."
Shin Yin stared at the two people in the rain without blinking, and whispered back, "Of course I will try my best, brother."
The author has something to say:
It will be uploaded tomorrow, and the update will probably be in the early morning!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
