The feeling of toothache subsided again, and the man’s frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed.

He looked into Chu Yao's eyes and said softly: "What else do you want to eat? Let's go."

Book threading system: [Wow, Mr. Bo is so good at it.]

Chu Yao didn’t understand the system’s cheers.

What could happen? She would have to transfer money to pay him back!

Chu Yao rolled her eyes at the man and said, "I won't bother Mr. Bo to bother you."

And she didn't think about what to eat for the time being. She just wanted to find a place where no one was around to eat pig's trotters.

Hearing this, Bo Nanxian raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm not doing this specifically for you, I just happened to feel the atmosphere of celebrating the divorce."

Chu Yao frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and the word "white prostitution" flashed in her mind.

The dog man is a bit too much!

She spent money to let him experience the joy of divorce?

Are the bosses this year so unkind to Qian De?

Chu Yao was not happy, so she put forward a condition: "You can feel the happy atmosphere of divorce, but you can also get half of the money spent."

"No problem." Bo Nanxian agreed decisively. This was his original goal.

Chuyao didn't expect this man to agree so simply, and she regretted not going too far just now.

But this is not bad.

It’s always good to be content.

Moreover, he is so tall that he can be used as a human body shield.

Chu Yao scanned the surrounding area, her eyes brightened, and she found a good place to nibble on the pig's trotters.

She walked into a grocery store. There was a long row of seats, and there were exactly three empty seats in the innermost position.

Chu Yao ordered a piece of pure beef offal and said to the man next to her: "After you pay, take the offal and come to me."

Since they are partners anyway, she is not welcome.

Bo Nanxian frowned and watched the woman walk towards the empty seats.

Did she treat him as a subordinate?

After Chuyao sat down, she didn't dare to take off her mask immediately, but instead used the corner of her eye to secretly observe people not far away.

Everyone was very focused on eating the beef offal.

She felt a little relieved, took off her mask and ate the kebabs carefully.

After eating two skewers and sipping milk tea, a bowl of steaming beef offal was placed on her right hand, and the aroma filled her nostrils.

Chu Yao’s eyebrows were curved, revealing a bit of happiness.

She put on the mask and turned around and said: "Thank you, I will transfer the money to you later."

"Yeah." Bo Nanxian responded coldly, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly felt his clothes being grabbed by someone.

He looked back, his eyebrows tightening.

Chuyao looked at him with a pair of bright peach blossom eyes, "Where are you going?"

Bo Nanxian: "The smell here is too strong. I'll wait for you outside."

Strong taste?

Chuyao blinked, not intending to let the human flesh shield go out. She took out a mask from her bag, "You can't smell it when you put it on."

"What do you mean?" Bo Nanxian's eyes wandered between her face and the mask.

Chu Yao: "How can you feel the atmosphere if you don't sit down?"

If you don't sit down and block me, how can you let me chew the pig's trotters?

Bo Nanxian's eyes darkened, and the voice of the good love system sounded in his mind.

[Host, Miss Chuyao has taken the initiative to take a step towards you, you should seize the opportunity!]

Bo Nanxian thought for a few seconds, took the mask and sat down.

He sat down not because of systematic nonsense, but because of toothache.

He just wants to complete the task as soon as possible.

Seeing the man sit down and put on the mask, Chuyao immediately took off the mask and gnawed the pig's trotters without any image.

From the corner of his eye, Bo Nanxian caught a glimpse of her greasy mouth, and frowned in disgust.

[Host, please don’t have the idea of ​​​​slapping yourself in the face! How much you dislike it now, you will like it in the future!]

Bo Nanxian sneered: [Impossible.]

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Chapter completed!