The seller of the heavens

The two followed the waiter to the reserved box. The environment was quiet and elegant, and the decoration design was full of romance.

After waiting for a while, the waiter began to serve the food.

For Jiang Chen, the amount of French dishes is obviously a bit small, and he really can't get enough without ordering a few more dishes of staple food.

Although, compared to the French cuisine in other restaurants, the amount of Wangjiang Pavilion is already too much.

While eating, Fan Shengmei chatted with Jiang Chen.

In the past few days, in order to win Jiang Chen, every time she came out to eat, she would deliberately dress herself up beautifully, and she felt that she would be moved when she saw a man.

But after getting along for a few days, Jiang Chen seemed very calm, unmoved by her charm, and more focused on the dishes.

This made Fan Shengmei a little discouraged, and even began to wonder if her appearance had decreased.

At the same time, she gradually became addicted to the luxurious life that she can enjoy in high-end restaurants every day.

A random dish can cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars, which also made her less sensitive to money.

She began to dislike her cramped and cramped rental house, as well as the cheap clothes and bags on her body.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.

Fan Shengmei was fascinated by the sense of vanity and high-class atmosphere when she was with Jiang Chen.

Although all this is like an illusory dream, she doesn't want to wake up.

...

Under the night.

The neon lights on the Bund are shining, and the lights of thousands of houses are like stars, shining brilliantly, lighting up the night, and the scenery is pleasant.

After the meal, Fan Shengmei walked out of Wangjiang Pavilion with a sense of vanity and satisfaction. Looking at the night view of the Bund, she didn't want to go home immediately, so she said:

"Why don't we walk around and go back later?"

"OK."

Jiang Chen nodded, and walked on the street with Fan Shengmei.

After walking for twenty minutes, Jiang Chen saw a clothing store on the side of the road, and couldn't help but say:

"I've been asking you to book a restaurant for me these past few days. It's very troublesome for you. Let me give you a piece of clothing to express my gratitude."

Fan Shengmei looked at the name of the store and found that it was a world-renowned luxury store. She couldn't say anything when she wanted to decline, and said with a smile:

"What's the point of this?"

"Let's go."

Jiang Chen directly took her hand and walked into the shop.

Fan Shengmei didn't have the slightest intention to break free, she followed Jiang Chen into the store obediently, and then began to look at the clothes under the guidance of the salesperson.

There is one thing to say, luxury stores never cheat the poor.

Regardless of the quality of the items in the store, the price must reflect the nobility of luxury goods, and there are no discounts, just to make it unaffordable for ordinary people.

In the end, Fan Shengmei picked out a black dress with a price of 88,000.

Without further ado, Jiang Chen paid the money directly.

That look of indifference was extremely charming in Fan Shengmei's eyes.

When walking out of the store, Fan Shengmei suddenly stood on tiptoe, kissed Jiang Chen's face like a superficial kiss, then took Jiang Chen's arm and said:

"Thank you, I like this dress very much."

"It's just a piece of clothing."

Jiang Chen didn't think about whether Fan Shengmei liked clothes or the price of clothes, he just said indifferently:

"This dress is only valuable if you wear it on a beautiful woman like you."

Fan Shengmei said shyly:

"I'm not as beautiful as you say."

Jiang Chen teased:

"You underestimate yourself."

After walking around in a circle, the two returned to the Ode to Joy community by car.

After entering the community, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered something, and suggested:

"By the way, I made some desserts at noon and I haven't finished eating them yet, why don't you go up and have a taste?"

Fan Shengmei was a little surprised: "You can also make desserts?"

Jiang Chen said confidently:

"Actually, I'm a professional chef."

Fan Shengmei suspected that Jiang Chen was joking with herself: "It's true, I can't see it."

Jiang Chen said: "I go to these restaurants every day, in fact, to learn from the scriptures and study food."

Seeing that he spoke seriously, Fan Shengmei couldn't help showing a curious look, and said:

"Yes, then I want to taste what your dessert tastes like."

Although it was dangerous to go to a young man's house at night, Fan Shengmei was vaguely expecting the danger to come. After she parked the car, she followed Jiang Chen to his rental house.

Jiang Chen took out a small piece of chocolate cake and a tiramisu from the refrigerator, put them in front of Fan Shengmei, handed over the spoon, and said:

"Come on, have a taste."

Fan Shengmei looked at the exquisitely shaped dessert and couldn't help saying:

"Did you really do this? Didn't you bring it back from the hotel?"

Jiang Chen nodded: "I said before, I am a professional chef."

After Fan Shengmei dug a small piece of cake with a spoon and tasted it, she couldn't help but narrowed her eyes, with a look of intoxication on her face.

Jiang Chen smiled and asked:

"Is the taste okay?"

Fan Shengmei said in disbelief:

"The taste is no different from those desserts in high-end restaurants. I didn't expect you to be a professional chef."

Jiang Chen said:

"Eat as much as you like, I can't finish it all by myself."

"I was going to lose weight, but since you made it, I must finish it."

Fan Shengmei nodded, she was not completely full in Wangjiang Pavilion before, and now she can still do it with a small piece of cake.

After eating, she couldn't help sighing:

"You are such a good cook, it's a pity not to be a chef."

Jiang Chen said indifferently:

"Studying food is just my hobby. If I want to be a chef, it's a bit of a waste of time."

As he said that, seeing that there was still some cream left on the corner of Fan Shengmei's mouth, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to wipe it off for her.

Jiang Chen's hand stroked Fan Shengmei's lips and face, feeling soft and delicate, so he didn't take it back.

Fan Shengmei didn't intend to let him go, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes rolled, her eyebrows were affectionate, charming and charming.

In the living room, there are lonely men and widows.

under the lights.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

The strong hormonal breath intertwined in the air, just like the emotions surging secretly between the two.

Jiang Chen's voice was low: "I'm treating you to dessert, shouldn't you also treat me to something?"

Fan Shengmei's heart beat faster involuntarily, blood rushed to her face, her face was flushed, and she asked with blurred eyes:

"What do you want to eat?"

Jiang Chen's fingers lightly brushed over Fan Shengmei's red lips, as if carrying a slight electric current, which made Fan Shengmei feel numb and trembling:

"I think your lipstick is quite sweet, do you mind if I taste it?"

Fan Shengmei exhaled like blue: "If~ you are really curious..."

Said, slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen naturally would not be polite, and lowered his head to hold her red lips.

"Well……"

Fan Shengmei let him do whatever she wanted at first, but after a while she began to respond enthusiastically. She put her arms around Jiang Chen's neck, like a fish out of water, extremely thirsty, and kept asking Jiang Chen for more. moisture.

Jiang Chen used the ghost capture hand, and when Fan Shengmei didn't realize it, he disarmed her body silently.

I have to say that learning martial arts well is useful.