As She Wished

69

At the end of the kiss, Gu Celadon's breath was a little short, and his eyes hung down. He removed this little bastard's arrogant hand on her body.

With a red face, she whispered fiercely, "I'm still at the school gate now!"

What Fu Jing wanted to say? There was a huge accumulation of words in her heart. She held back and then, her thoughts turned back and forth and said: "It's really exciting."

Gu Celadon: "..."

There are more and more people who click out of the school gate, and gradually there is a stance to be blocked. Before the security came, Gu Celadon buckled the seat belt, drove the car, and asked her, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Whatever, I can do it..." Fu Jing's hand? Lightly pressed his stomach, but could it be cold, and the stomach is a bit stuck? Feeling of sharpening, it's like choking? Panicked, "I seem to Not hungry yet."

"Eat regularly if you are not hungry."

Gu Qingci looked at the car in front of him and didn't notice her? Action, "Can you eat Japanese food? Not filling your stomach?."

Fu Jing nodded obediently: "Okay."

At a four-digit Japanese food store per capita, several signature sashimi on the menu are marked with words such as Fresh Air Freight, Special Grade, Top Grade, and so on.

After Gu Celadon ordered the order, it was natural for people to cook them all.

Fu Jing clearly saw the waiter girl's expression twitched.

Then he asked dazedly: "Doing it well? Does it...doing it mature? What does it mean?"

"Yes," Gu Celadon said naturally, "my kid friend can't eat raw or cold. There is nothing to do, just make the sashimi mature or hot."

Although the request is a bit strange, the restaurant asked for a tip of 10% on the bill, and the waiter, the young girl, quickly and calmly picked up the menu, and smiled softly and promised: "Yes. ?, will tell the kitchen?"

When she left, Fu Jing secretly smirked: "Well? The fresh fish fillets are hot and mature? The chef behind must be cursing."

Gu Celadon smiled. He picked up the teacup and sipped this specialty tea.

You can only taste the slight tea flavor, and the spices reveal a strong and soft spicy sensation.

Gu Celadon stretched out his hand, took the cup in front of Fu Jing, and prepared to make big barley tea for her: "I don't know what is added in this spice tea, or don't drink it."

"..."

Fu Jing silently stared at her movement of unpacking disposable tea bags.

Gu Celadon's hands are slender and white, and he holds the silver kettle next to it. It is obviously not simple enough to pour water and put tea bags, but it is like a tea art that reveals a sense of beauty.

Quickly put the cup next to her.

"It's great," Fu Jing took a sip, his stomach was really comfortable, he couldn't help but tilted his face, "My wife arranged me so clearly that it was white?"

Gu Celadon is noncommittal about arranging her such words? No? In my heart, I really enjoyed Fu Jing's such a well-behaved? Reliant? appearance.

She raised her lips to reveal the dimples, and said helplessly: "Then yourself? You don't usually pay attention."

Fu Jing laughed silently, drinking tea obediently.

"Is it very hot," Gu Celadon flushed with sweat on her forehead? "Take off your coat."