Zhan Muqian glanced at her faintly, but he didn't pursue any more.

cotton cotton leaned against him, bowed his head and played his fingers, and couldn't help but make complaints about himself.

As for

So mean.

I didn't expect that the old man with high position and weight still cared about the illusory thing of fame.

……

Arrived at the French restaurant booked in the morning.

Cotton looked around, clearly is the meal point, but the surrounding tables are empty, a table of guests are not.

I didn't expect to clear the venue in advance for a casual dinner. Although Jiang mianmianmian was born in a high school, he was still a child. He seldom contacted such a showman. I only thought that the chief was afraid that her father was more famous.

Mian Mian took up the menu and said with great emotion, "I have to eat more so that I don't have to live a hard life after the college entrance examination..."

Zhan Muqian glanced at her, but didn't hear what she said to excite him.

He thought about it early in the morning. He didn't eat bitter things. Although the family environment was more complicated, it was spoiled.

Regardless of her final exam results, he must arrange for her to enter the army for a period of time and experience a military life.

Good or bad It's his wife.

……

Mianmian was probably hungry. He ordered a large table, which was far more than the number of normal French meals.

Zhan Muqian was afraid that she would make herself worse, and he could not help laughing: "let you order, you are so rude, Jiang mianmianmian. Has anyone told you that you made it like this It's really not affordable for ordinary people. "

Cotton belly Fei, he has a charter is not good.

This is a famous and expensive French restaurant in the whole Jincheng. Such a way of doing things means that she orders a lot of food?

But she didn't say anything. Instead, she put her hand around the man's arm and shook him like a qualified little lover. She said: "yes, I can't afford to be raised by anyone, so I'm looking for a big gold master like war chief Do you want to hurt me, uncle Jin? "

Zhan Muqian's face was taut and coughed softly.

Although it was a clean-up, there were still many service staff walking around the restaurant.

Although Jiang Mianmian is eighteen years old, she is wearing a small foreign skirt to school today. It's light and tender water blue. The skirt is in the shape of a flower bud. She doesn't make up very much. Her face looks like a girl in fifteen or sixteen at first sight.

Zhan Muqian also rushed out of the army to pick her up from school without changing her casual clothes. At this moment, she was wearing a stiff uniform and was cuddled up by such a little girl, and said such words deliberately

It's so hard for others to imagine that.

He snorted and hissed: "I'm good enough to eat. Now I don't need you to serve me. The king comes home late. It's your turn to serve me when I'm in bed Little bastard. "

Cotton cotton grabs a lobster leg and breaks it hard, but it doesn't break the shell.

The lobster's shell is hard enough for the man to reach out and stop: "you should eat something else first."

The little girl's white claws don't seem to have much strength. The war chief was frightened when he watched her. He was afraid that she would be pierced by the hard lobster shell.

When Ruan Qingtong and Han Ting pass the restaurant door, what they see is the current picture -

cotton cotton is drinking soup with a spoon, while the commander in military uniform helps her peel the lobster meat with a crab claw and send it to her ruddy mouth.