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Since it happened to be off work, the road was quite crowded. The area I went to was the most prosperous area in Huahai City. Poor Feng Cong's sports car could not perform at all and climbed slowly with the traffic. Mu Wanqing was also quite depressed. Seeing Liu Qing and Yu Manshan driving a motorcycle away from him, flexibly drilling in the cracks of the traffic flow, and soon disappeared. He was so angry that his face turned pale and his teeth bit his lips. It was obviously his husband, and everything that should belong to him, but he couldn't enjoy that kind of treatment. He felt a little regretful in his heart, so he just learned from Yu Manshan and rode on Liu Qing's motorcycle. When he thought of Yu Manshan's beautiful hair, his comfortable smile, and his hands tightly sucking around Liu Qing's waist, he couldn't help feeling sour.

Before, Yu Manshan had learned from Feng Cong which French restaurant he was in, so Liu Qing was too lazy to wait for them. It took only ten minutes to arrive at the French restaurant. It has to be admitted that the French do have unique features in romance and art. A small storefront is decorated with elegant elegance. Renaissance oil paintings and murals, as well as those very artistic ancient candlesticks. The soft and brilliant warm light of the gorgeous Versailles chandelier reflects the entire restaurant warm and romantic. Stepping on the soft Istanbul carpet, the light and comfortable feeling conveys to the heart.

After informing the manager Feng Cong that he had set the seat, the two were led to a secluded, double-row four-person seat near the window. From here, we can see a commercial street full of modern atmosphere. It seems that Feng Cong was very careful and did not deliberately put a cliché to set up VIP private rooms. He had a very good understanding of Mu Wanqing's psychological precautions.

The two sat opposite each other. Liu Qing drank the fruit juice handed over by the waiter and chuckled: "Shanshan, don't be polite later, just order what you like."

Puchi, Yu Manshan seemed to be in a good mood. She couldn't help laughing at Liu Qing's words and gave him a look: "It seems like you're treating me. They obviously want to invite Mr. Mu, but it's thanks to you that you are thick-skinned, so they even swear Feng Zhu."

"What's this?" Liu Qing smiled lazyly and said, "I'm not thinking about it for you. It's rare to have the opportunity to eat such a good meal. How can I miss it casually? It just saved me money. The French food here is probably expensive, so I can't bear to pay for it myself."

"Hmph, stingy." Yu Manshan frowned and rolled her eyes, "I'm afraid it's not for me, but for the sake of pursuing people, I'm jealous? I'm deliberately disturbing the situation."

"Hehe, am I doing this for that kid?" Liu Qing smiled maliciously: "If he lets him have dinner with Mr. Mu alone, if I send the news anonymously to the internal forum of the company. I dare to soak one of the three golden flowers in our company. I promise that this kid will not live tomorrow. For the sake of his life safety, I have to sacrifice myself."

Although Yu Manshan heard it a little sour, she also knew Mu Wanqing's position in the minds of a male colleague in the company. Her face was unmoved, and her mouth curiously smiled and asked, "See you are too exaggerating. Mr. Mu occupied one, who are the other two golden flowers?"

"As for the other two..." Liu Qing narrowed his eyes, drank the drink, pondered for a while before saying: "Of course, Shanshan occupies one of them, and I can't say the last one."

Yu Manshan knew that he was deliberately making up stories to coax him, but a sweet feeling still appeared in his heart. Drinking the drink, she covered the shyness on her face: "What is the golden flower? The trumpet flower is almost the same." But then she couldn't help but be curious and asked: "Liu Qing, please tell me who the last flower is? Otherwise, I will tell Mr. Mu that you have made bad plans to her."

"I'm not planning to her?" Liu Qing was stunned, but she was smiling bitterly in her heart. She didn't have to do that. However, the result was quite terrifying. If she was scared by her a few more times like the wedding night, Liu Qing would probably be psychologically shady about her.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Yu Manshan looked outside and happened to see Mu Wanqing driving outside. She lowered her voice and asked with a smile: "You might as well say it quickly, otherwise you will be too late."

"You'd better not want it?" Liu Qing touched his nose and said with a dry smile: "You will laugh at me for being unfair."

"I don't..." Yu Manshan just said halfway, and suddenly reacted. He stopped and looked at Liu Qing with a dazed look: "You, you won't say the last golden flower, just... you?"

"Hey, thank you for your praise." Liu Qing was still alive and enjoyed it with peace of mind.

Yu Manshan covered her mouth and forced herself to laugh. Shui Ling's eyes were staring at Liu Qing. The more she looked, the more she couldn't hold it in: "You are a big man..."

"What do you mean? What does that mean? It's an era and society, are you still sexist?" Liu Qing was very dissatisfied and said happily: "It's said that men have 41 flowers. This shows that mature men are quite attractive. Although my physical age is not as young as 40, my psychological age has met the standards. Isn't Shanshan, you are hooked up by my golden flower?"

"Shi, I wasn't hooked up by you." Yu Manshan smiled so hard that she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Hey, even if I'm seduced by you." Liu Qing smiled calmly and said: "If it doesn't work, then we cherish the golden flowers, the beauty loves the talented man, and the talented man pity the beautiful woman..."

"Liu Qing, don't say anything more." Yu Manshan couldn't control her smile at all because of the amusing, and her face turned red with her face. She covered her mouth and shook her hand and said, "If you continue to laugh, my stomach will hurt."

"What's so funny?" Feng Cong came late in depressedly. Seeing the two of them talking happily, he secretly glanced at Mu Wanqing, who was very unhappy behind him. He chuckled deliberately: "It's not that he is laughing at us for driving cars as fast as motorcycles."

As soon as these words were said, Mu Wanqing, who was not very good-looking, even shot her eyes coldly at Liu Qing. She wanted to take a drink in her heart to make her husband, who was very happy to tease the beauty, cool down her head.

"Oh, is Wanqing here?" Liu Qing seemed to have noticed her, stood up and greeted enthusiastically: "Sit down, don't be polite."

Wan Qing, Yu Manshan and Feng Cong both looked at Liu Qing with strange eyes.

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Chapter completed!