Chapter 12 President: The Smoking Addiction
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Yi Wu Er Bai
Su Bei looked at the photo, swallowed the second half of the sentence, and said calmly: "It took me a long time to order the takeaway. If it doesn't taste good, I will give a bad review and change to another one."
Cheng Qianxiao was stunned by Su Bei's shamelessness, and admitted so after being exposed.
Then, she heard Su Bei say: "Anyway, it's Cheng Xiaoxiao who pays." The implication is that it has nothing to do with him.
Cheng Qianxiao, who was caught off guard and dragged into the water, is now at a loss for words.
She collected herself, and directly separated the relationship, "I lent the money to Young Master Su, and I don't know what he used it for."
Su Bei looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao with a look that you agreed to share difficulties, but you ran away alone.
Cheng Qianxiao said calmly: "I haven't cleaned the kitchen yet, so I went to clean it."
After finishing speaking, he entered the kitchen, only Su Bei and Feng Xinglang were left in the living room.
Su Bei said a little timidly: "I really don't know how to cook. You saw it last night too. Eating too much is bad for your stomach."
Feng Xinglang asked a little funny, "Is it okay to eat too much takeaway?"
Su Bei said confidently: "At least what they cook is still called a dish, and it's your first time eating it, so it's not too much."
Feng Xinglang has seen it these days, Su Bei is such a person, he can speak up without reason.
He sat down at the table and said lightly, "Let's eat."
748: "The strategy value has increased by 3%, and the current strategy progress is 42%."
Su Bei happily sat down at the table, and he didn't know whether he was excited because Feng Xinglang was not vicious today or because his strategy value increased.
Cheng Qianxiao looked at Su Bei happy, but she was unhappy.
She had to find a way to get rid of Su Bei, otherwise he would hinder her for a day.
After eating, Su Bei felt a little uncomfortable, his heart was itchy, and his throat was itchy.
Feng Xinglang saw Su Bei aimlessly turning around twice, and he knew what was going on.
He opened the drawer and took out a cigarette with his slender fingers.
The moment Feng Xinglang took out the cigarette, Su Bei felt that it was over.
He moved his gaze away from the cigarette with difficulty, and said, "I'll rest first."
Just ready to sneak upstairs, out of sight, out of mind.
However, Feng Xinglang was not prepared to fulfill his wish, "Sit with me."
Su Bei couldn't help looking at the cigarette in his hand, his throat was itchy.
But because of Feng Xinglang's terror, Su Bei could only sit down beside him very uncomfortable.
Feng Xinglang became frenzied, he let it go with the cigarette, and even started to light the cigarette.
He held it between his fingers without pulling it.
Ruoyouwu's smell of smoke drifted into Su Bei's nostrils, making his heart itch, and he even had the urge to grab that cigarette.
Su Bei pinched his thigh, trying to wake himself up.
You must resist, you will die if you can't.
When Feng Xinglang's voice reached Su Bei's ears, it had already become a little ethereal, "I remember that Young Master Su only liked women before."
Su Bei's Adam's apple slid, and he forcibly pulled his attention away from the cigarette, "Well, that doesn't mean you can't like men, it's just that you haven't met anyone you like."
Feng Xinglang looked at Su Bei whose forehead was dripping with sweat, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved, "Young Master Su, are you sure you don't just treat me like those women for fun?"
Su Bei bit the meat on the inside of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "No, I'm serious about you."
Feng Xinglang raised the hand holding the cigarette maliciously, which made the smell of the cigarette stronger when Su Bei asked, "How serious?"
Cheng Qianxiao was stunned by Su Bei's shamelessness, and admitted so after being exposed.
Then, she heard Su Bei say: "Anyway, it's Cheng Xiaoxiao who pays." The implication is that it has nothing to do with him.
Cheng Qianxiao, who was caught off guard and dragged into the water, is now at a loss for words.
She collected herself, and directly separated the relationship, "I lent the money to Young Master Su, and I don't know what he used it for."
Su Bei looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao with a look that you agreed to share difficulties, but you ran away alone.
Cheng Qianxiao said calmly: "I haven't cleaned the kitchen yet, so I went to clean it."
After finishing speaking, he entered the kitchen, only Su Bei and Feng Xinglang were left in the living room.
Su Bei said a little timidly: "I really don't know how to cook. You saw it last night too. Eating too much is bad for your stomach."
Feng Xinglang asked a little funny, "Is it okay to eat too much takeaway?"
Su Bei said confidently: "At least what they cook is still called a dish, and it's your first time eating it, so it's not too much."
Feng Xinglang has seen it these days, Su Bei is such a person, he can speak up without reason.
He sat down at the table and said lightly, "Let's eat."
748: "The strategy value has increased by 3%, and the current strategy progress is 42%."
Su Bei happily sat down at the table, and he didn't know whether he was excited because Feng Xinglang was not vicious today or because his strategy value increased.
Cheng Qianxiao looked at Su Bei happy, but she was unhappy.
She had to find a way to get rid of Su Bei, otherwise he would hinder her for a day.
After eating, Su Bei felt a little uncomfortable, his heart was itchy, and his throat was itchy.
Feng Xinglang saw Su Bei aimlessly turning around twice, and he knew what was going on.
He opened the drawer and took out a cigarette with his slender fingers.
The moment Feng Xinglang took out the cigarette, Su Bei felt that it was over.
He moved his gaze away from the cigarette with difficulty, and said, "I'll rest first."
Just ready to sneak upstairs, out of sight, out of mind.
However, Feng Xinglang was not prepared to fulfill his wish, "Sit with me."
Su Bei couldn't help looking at the cigarette in his hand, his throat was itchy.
But because of Feng Xinglang's terror, Su Bei could only sit down beside him very uncomfortable.
Feng Xinglang became frenzied, he let it go with the cigarette, and even started to light the cigarette.
He held it between his fingers without pulling it.
Ruoyouwu's smell of smoke drifted into Su Bei's nostrils, making his heart itch, and he even had the urge to grab that cigarette.
Su Bei pinched his thigh, trying to wake himself up.
You must resist, you will die if you can't.
When Feng Xinglang's voice reached Su Bei's ears, it had already become a little ethereal, "I remember that Young Master Su only liked women before."
Su Bei's Adam's apple slid, and he forcibly pulled his attention away from the cigarette, "Well, that doesn't mean you can't like men, it's just that you haven't met anyone you like."
Feng Xinglang looked at Su Bei whose forehead was dripping with sweat, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved, "Young Master Su, are you sure you don't just treat me like those women for fun?"
Su Bei bit the meat on the inside of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "No, I'm serious about you."
Feng Xinglang raised the hand holding the cigarette maliciously, which made the smell of the cigarette stronger when Su Bei asked, "How serious?"
