Chapter 457 Liar
How does one of the lyrics go?
I should have been under the car, not inside it, seeing you...
Xia Yan tried hard to control his eye muscles, unable to look down... unable to raise the corners of his mouth... trying hard to recall the most painful memories...
Is it too late to wear a mask now?
Who invented this thing? It can be called the fifth wonder of the world - it can relieve facial embarrassment and allow you to curl your lips casually.
Jing Wenbin's face couldn't be uglier.
Besides, there was a lady at the scene... He saw that her eyeballs were tilted down one millimeter!
Hey, the corner of your mouth is twitching, you know...
Jing Wenbin was ashamed, frightened, irritable, and wanted to scream.
In this kind of situation, whether you refute or not, you will lose the upper hand.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the roar that was about to burst out, and responded with words.
"Cousin, you and I have similar genes. If I... then aren't you the same?"
Jing Yimai smiled casually: "Similar doesn't mean the same. The gap between you and me started from childhood, didn't it?"
His eyes flicked back.
Xia Yan:?
She remained expressionless on the surface, but was roaring inside.
Why do you watch her knitting?!
She is a woman, a woman!
After all these years of traveling around the country, this was the most speechless time for her.
"You guys chat first." Xia Yan said this and called a waiter with a cocktail. "Take me to the restaurant. I haven't eaten yet."
Sorry, I can't keep you company.
After receiving Jing Wenbin's signal, the waiter bowed and led the way.
Xia Yan noticed a diverse crowd on the yacht: urbanites in Anima suits and pointed leather shoes, fashionistas wearing coats like capes, and even wealthy men baring their gold teeth...
People who had been to Ridai Island and knew who she was did not approach her, but simply raised the dark wine in their hands and gestured from afar.
Some of the seemingly important figures had inquiry, curiosity and fear in their eyes.
They stood still, watching her approach with a half-smile.
Xia Yan's eyebrows were indifferent, and he looked back with a calm attitude, making sure no one was left behind.
If the previous conversation had made her emotional, she was now back on track.
The other party's reactions were also different. Some would avert their gazes and lose the upper hand, some would continue to stare at each other, and some would even raise their glasses.
"Be careful with the steps," said the waiter.
The line of sight was cut off, and Xia Yan followed him to the next floor.
On the left side of the stairs is the restaurant door. Tables covered with white tablecloths behind the transparent glass are filled with people enjoying their meals.
The doorman pushed open the door and said, "Welcome."
Everyone who was eating looked up, glanced around, and then lowered their heads to continue eating.
They were neither curious nor concerned about her appearance here alone. Their reaction was just normal, as if they had a strong belief that no one, not even the Lord, could disturb them while they were eating.
Not quite the same as the group upstairs.
Xia Yan found an empty table and sat down. The waiter brought the menu and she opened it. She could feel the thickness of each page and the names of the dishes were actually in gold embossing.
The page is exquisite, the plating is superb and full of artistic sense, and the name is also literary——
"Spring mulberry has low green branches. What kind of vegetable is this?"
The waiter leaned forward to take a closer look, then hesitantly said, "Chun Sang means...please refer to the picture."
"This taste of heartbreak, is it a drink?"
"...yes."
"What does it smell like?"
"...the taste of a broken heart..."
Xia Yan looked at the black man with a puzzled expression. Seeing that he really didn't know, he didn't make it difficult for him. He ordered a few more dishes with beautiful names and said, "That's all for now."
The waiter looked grateful and picked up the thick menu with his slender arms and walked back.
When the dishes were served, Xia Yan specifically asked the names of each dish.
"Chun Sang..." The waiter put down a dish.
Xia Yan's eyes widened when he heard the familiar name, "Is this...?"
There was a small dish of home-cooked stir-fry placed on a large exquisite plate - wow, isn't this stir-fried pork with green peppers?
then.
"Your drink tastes like a broken heart."
The waiter put down a glass of clear liquid.
Xia Yan was really curious. What does a broken heart taste like?
She picked it up and sniffed it, but it had no smell. She took a sip, feeling mixed emotions.
Who on earth came up with such a ridiculous name? I thought it was a special drink, but it turned out to be just a glass of water!
False advertising!
Xia Yan suddenly lost interest in the dishes served later, just like Jing Wenbin, whose sheep dung eggs had a shiny surface.
She planned to try the food. After all, this was her first time eating out, so she couldn't help but feel excited, not counting the last time she had dinner at Chu Wanfu's.
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, put it into her mouth, chewed it slowly, and came to the conclusion that it was just as good as it looked, but it didn't taste good.
However, it is very rare to be able to eat fresh meals at a time when supplies are extremely scarce. Just look at the diners wolfing down their food nearby.
She looked around and saw four burly men standing at the kitchen door. They were wearing loose vests that revealed their bulging muscles. They were wearing sunglasses and had fierce looks on their faces. The most important thing was that they were holding full-energy superpower guns in their hands.
Who dares to cause trouble?
Under the dual deterrence of appearance and force, the scene was relatively calm and no major violent conflict occurred. But when the glass door opened again and the sound came, Xia Yan knew that everything had become complicated.
"What a strong sour and rotten smell, it stinks up everyone. Old Gong, I don't want to eat here~"
The long-haired handsome man in the fairy-like flowing long dress frowned, put his index finger on the tip of his nose, and raised his orchid finger naturally. He glanced at everyone, turned his head and buried it in the neck of the man beside him. It seemed that he was taking a deep breath.
In fact, just by listening to the syllables, Xia Yan couldn't tell whether it was "husband" or "old man" until she saw the rise and fall of the handsome man's throat when he tilted his head.
It is undoubtedly the "old attacker".
Xia Yan held the boiled water and moved to the best viewing spot calmly.
"Is it delicious?" The man reached out and pulled her to his side, frowning as he looked around, not ignoring the mountain of plates on the table. "There are indeed a lot of people, so let them eat in the room. Waiter, take your order."
The waiter trotted over with the menu and handed it to them.
The handsome man leaned as if he had no bones, his eyes falling on the overly thick menu, then along the slender arm, and around the somewhat pretty face.
He said sarcastically, "Do you want me to hold it myself? My husband wouldn't let me get tired, how dare you~ Or—"
Jealousy flashed in the handsome man's eyes, "You want to use this to hook up and get promoted?"
The waiter's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes drifted towards the man in panic, not knowing that this action just angered the handsome man.
“Snap—”
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