Jin Yining put down his chopsticks, and Brother Yang hurriedly got up to pay the bill.
Shang Ning wanted money, but Jin Yining didn't plan to give it to her for the time being. When Brother Yang came back, Jin Yining asked for the invoice and then slapped it in front of Shang Ning.
Shang Ning looked at Jin Yining warily, and inexplicably felt that this person was about to turn on his shameless mode.
"Two thousand, five hundred per person, that's reasonable, right?" Jin Yining said, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow slightly.
Yang's lips twitched. Was Ning really this shameless? Why hadn't he known this before?
Qin Wei sat calmly opposite him, watching someone take shamelessness to the extreme.
Shang Ning suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart, and she almost doubted what she had heard. She reached out and picked up the invoice, which contained exactly two thousand yuan, not a penny less.
"No, did you eat dragon meat or something? Is there wild game in this or something? Aren't you afraid of getting sick? This is the first time I've heard of four people eating at a restaurant and spending 2,000 yuan." Shang Ning said, still looking at the bill, seriously suspecting that this person had forged it again.
The bill was correct, but the "drunken beef" was outrageously expensive. Shang Ning's liver hurt even more. "What? It was marinated with 1982 Lafite?"
"It's made with the finest Moutai. Do you know how much a bottle of the finest Moutai costs?" Jin Yining said, as if to show her the price.
"Let's skip splitting the bill, I'll pay," Qin Wei said, offering the money to Brother Yang.
Shang Ning gritted her teeth and raised her hand. "Teacher Qin, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. What I meant was, AA, AA is better, better." As Shang Ning spoke, she stomped on Jin Yining's foot hard. She would remember this man. If she ever believed his words again, she would be the stupidest person around.
I worked all day for nothing and didn't get a single penny.
I'm so desperate I want to kill someone!
On the way back to the hotel, Shang Ning didn't say a word. He had lost all interest in shipping the couple up close. He just kept leaning against the car window, looking at the streetlights outside. He was just short of singing a few lines about how the cabbages in the field were turning yellow.
Shang Ning was in Yang Ge's car, and in order not to harm Yang Ge, she refrained from speaking.
Even Jin Yining was forced into Qin Wei's car by her at the last minute, all for the sake of her children's happiness. She was doing this with tears in her eyes and resentment in her eyes.
Yang kept a careful eye on Shang Ning, thinking that he could give up the 500 yuan and return it to her, otherwise he would feel sorry for Shang Ning.
In the car ahead, Qin Wei glanced at the person in the passenger seat who kept his eyes downcast and said, "Young Master Ning has really crossed the line of humanity and entered shameless mode. He can even do something like this."
Jin Yining twirled his phone, thinking that when it came to pursuing a wife, shamelessness was the only way to succeed.
He had figured out Shang Ning's temper. If she had any money, she would jump ten meters away from him. If she didn't have any money, she would come to him for a free meal.
Therefore, the money absolutely cannot be given to her.
"Has Xia You spoken yet?" Jin Yining changed the subject. "Who exactly does Pluto belong to?"
"We admit that the Pluto on the program's lights is hers, but she only has one. There's a high probability that the second Pluto is the one Ning Kong is carrying." Qin Wei said, glancing at Jin Yining. "Ning Kong has a motive to kill, but the question is, how did she get the Pluto? Is the current Ning Kong the real Shang Ning, or a modified Ning Kong? That's what we need to figure out."
“She is Shang Ning,” Jin Yining insisted. “I know my place and I wouldn’t joke about myself. She poses no danger whatsoever, and I can vouch for that.” Jin Yining said in a deep voice, “If you trust me, then believe what I say.”
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