Vol 2 Chapter 211: Have a baby

The situation on the street today is a good interpretation of an old song, "It’s shameful to be lonely." Many couples walked on the road hand in hand, talking and laughing. Girls usually hold them in their arms. A bunch of flowers, and those alone, seem to be walking consciously by the roadside.

Like Huang Jingping, Feng Yiping was also thinking that some of these flowers must have been bought in his own shop. I received a call before I came out. There are basically no flowers left in the shop. Of course, the chocolate stuff is still There are many stocks.

This profoundly illustrates a problem. In this game of chasing men and women, it is true that the man is more active, and today, there should be more than a few girls who receive more than one bunch of flowers.

What he didn't expect was that the company’s small downstairs was actually very lively today. Both sides were full of cars, ranging from Xiali to BMW, of different grades. There was a person beside the car who was very well dressed in such a cold day. Men of demeanor, from more than twenty to more than forty, of different ages.

These men watched a car with a foreign license plate drive directly to the door downstairs. They were a little unhappy. Where did they come from? They thought they could come to the capital to go wild because of the car?

However, it is strange that the security guard downstairs not only did not ask him to remove the car very politely, but smiled and greeted the people in the car. What's the matter?

After a while, they will understand, because the people who came out of the building greeted the people in the car enthusiastically. It seems that this is either a partner or a supervisor in the company.

Huang Jingping and Fang Yingzhi, who was holding a bunch of flowers, said they got down from the elevator with a smile. They saw the car at the door at a glance. They let go of Fang Yingzhi's hand and walked over with a smile, "Are there no flowers?"

Feng Yiping helped her open the car door, "It's on the back seat,"

Huang Jingping smiled and hugged the bouquet of flowers to her chest, squinted her eyes and smelled, "It's almost the same!"

Sure enough, no girl would care about this today.

"Go. Take you to a big meal,"

"Okay," Huang Jingping put on her seat belt and waved to Fang Yingzhi who had been watching from the car. "Goodbye Yingzhi!"

"Goodbye," Fang Yingzhi also concerned, "Drink less wine at night."

As soon as Feng Yiping started, he heard someone yelling next to him. "Yingzhi, here," a burly man in his thirties happily shouted at Fang Yingzhi, wearing a black leather jacket with a large fur collar and a big back, standing next to the Jetta, and eagerly opened the car door. .

Fang Yingzhi glanced at Feng Yiping and the others, smiled and walked over to get into the car.

The burly man was a little excited, and eagerly ran to the driver's seat and stuffed himself in, "You are so beautiful today!" He boasted.

"Thank you!"

But the car won't move this time. With the crowds coming out of get off work, the cars that received the people started up, and it was a little congested. Fang Yingzhi watched Feng Yiping and their cars go away, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Boss Yang, I think there is still a night away. The documents to be processed are in the office and I have to go up and fetch them."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Wait until all the cars and people are gone. Fang Yingzhi still didn’t get down. Finally, he waited for Fang Yingzhi’s call, “I’m sorry, Boss Yang, I’m so unlucky. I was caught by the boss temporarily and helped him get an important document. I can’t accompany you to dinner tonight. Well, I will definitely invite you next time."

Fang Yingzhi was upstairs, watching Boss Yang get out of the car and walk into the building. Then he came out angrily for a while-he must have been stopped by the security guard. He looked upstairs unwillingly before returning to the car unwillingly. When he drove away, he made a harsh noise. It is estimated that Boss Yang's mood is the same at this time.

The boss surnamed Yang, she met when she was negotiating the storefront. He was a "demolition generation". The yard uploaded by Zu was demolished and compensated for several houses and stores. Soon after meeting her, she had to find reasons in two days. When she ate, she never agreed.

No way, Boss Yang is really not the one she likes.

Let alone the taste of the food, I have to say that in terms of adjusting the atmosphere, Western restaurants are indeed better than most Chinese restaurants, especially tonight, except for a few lights on the restaurant walls, the tables are all It is illuminated by candles, coupled with the decoration of flowers and elegant and soft piano music, the whole restaurant does create a romantic atmosphere.

The couple at the dinner also spoke softly, looking at the other half affectionately, and there were not a few who held their hands together on the table.

"You said, can you meet someone who proposes tonight?" Huang Jingping whispered.

"Maybe," Feng Yiping replied, probably a lot of people are planning to do this tonight.

In his heart, he was slandering to himself, what an evil! This arrangement saves even electricity bills.

There was a bottle of French dry red in the set menu. When sobering up, Feng Yiping stopped the waiter, "Just pour half of it, and I will bring the rest back to make sangria."

The waiter did as he asked, half-understanding, Huang Jingping was a little puzzled, "What is sangria?"

"To put it simply, add Sprite to the wine,"

"Oh," Huang Jingping understood. As long as Feng Yiping said, she thought it was okay.

The waiter who poured the wine was a little unsure of the bottle in an instant, and there was a sneer on the table behind them.

In fact, this is also one of the places that completely copy foreign western restaurants. It is not in accordance with the national conditions. In terms of privacy protection, it is not even as good as the noodle restaurant at home.

Feng Yiping didn’t bother to pay attention to the table behind him. He didn’t believe how many people in China could get used to the sourness of dry red and appreciate the pure fruity aroma inside, if they weren’t born in a Western-style family or stayed abroad. Over the years, most of the people who held the cup lightly, it is estimated that they are 13.

"Do you know that, adding fruit and juice to it is Spain's national wine, sangria."

The chuckle behind him stopped abruptly, and a female voice asked in a low voice, "Is that true?"

Demo! Feng Yiping didn't bother to listen to their next conversation with his ears upright. Compared with me, you are a real turtle!

Neither people use their knives and forks too quickly. Feng Yiping is better, and Huang Jingping learns from Feng Yiping. However, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Don’t you see, the posture of those foreigners using chopsticks when eating Chinese food is weird to an old school like Feng Zhenchang People look forward to hitting others, but Feng Yiping doesn't think that they are rude behavior, it's just a habit.

This meal is indeed an atmosphere. Girls seem to like this tune a little bit, and Huang Jingping is the same. She spends very little time eating, and most of her time is spent talking to Feng Yiping.

However, Feng Yiping breathed a sigh of relief. Throughout the evening, no one kneeled down to propose, or the bridge section where the ring was hidden in the dish appeared.

After eating, it tastes not bad, but Feng Yiping really took the half-bottle of wine to go out for desserts that were so small and heinous. Even if they didn't use Sprite, they couldn't afford this black-hearted restaurant.

When he returned, he deliberately asked Huang Jingping to drive. He quickly ran into the house while she stopped, and locked the door behind her.

Huang Jingping couldn't open the door, guessing what he might be doing inside, smiled and waited quietly.

She could hear him as he walked up and down the stairs, "You slow down!"

After a while, Feng Yiping said to her in the room, "Close your eyes,"

Hehe, it's pretty serious. Huang Jingping closed her eyes as said, and Feng Yiping opened the door, blindfolded her with his hands, and led her into the house, "Now you can open your eyes!"

Huang Jingping opened her eyes, although she was prepared, she couldn't help but let out a "wow".

I didn’t turn on the light at home. I walked down the stairs and lit two rows of red candles. They were fragranced. On both sides of each step, there were a bunch of bright red roses. At the beginning of the stairs, there was another one. A heart-shaped arch made of balloons of various colors, this is really a scene only in the movie!

She looked at Feng Yiping with joy, "This is why you let me eat at the company at noon?"

Feng Yiping nodded, "Do you like it?"

"I like it so much!" Huang Jingping put her arms around Feng Yiping's neck~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and took the initiative to give a kiss, "I want you to hold me up,"

Who would refuse such a request?

When going up the stairs, Huang Jingping’s breathing became more and more rapid, her hands groping on Feng Yiping's body irregularly, and when she entered the bedroom, she saw a heart shape made of candles lit on the floor and balloons on the bedside wall. The other heart-shaped, and the heart-shaped pattern paved with rose petals on the bed, the whole person has to be transformed.

However, when she was lying on the bed, Huang Jingping suddenly turned over and sat on Feng Yiping. Is this the rhythm of turning over serfs to be masters?

For a while, the shadow of the candle shook red and was turned over by the red waves...

After a long time, most of Huang Jingping's shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, her face flushed on Feng Yiping's chest, without speaking, her right hand was drawn in circles on his chest.

"Cover the quilt, be careful of colds," Feng Yiping kissed her on the head, lovingly covered her with the quilt.

Huang Jingping grunted happily, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Feng Yiping scorchingly, and said in a sweet and greasy voice, "Yiping, or let's have a baby!" (To be continued.)