Pei Mochen put his hands leisurely in the pockets of his suit pants, looking at Zhang Mufei's slender back with his lips raised, a trace of reluctance gradually showing in his watery peach blossom eyes.
Will the canary bird that has been in the cage fly back to him if it is released?
But he hopes that his little cute thing can see more of the world and determine what he wants, instead of being instigated by others to climb through the windows more than 200 times.
Pei Mochen looked away, and two women in fashionable clothes looked at him with the eyes of prey, their lips curved in a charming way.
He glanced at it casually, and walked slowly and unhurriedly towards the position next to the glass wall.
His slender white fingers flipped through the menu on the table.
"Handsome, are you alone?" A woman wearing denim hot pants, a sexy black suspender belt, and a dazzling rose embroidered on her chest walked up to Pei Mochen.
Pei Mochen glanced at the woman standing next to his table. The woman looked to be about twenty-five years old, or maybe a little older.
He looked away indifferently and continued to flip through the menu.
"Sister, how about treating you to dinner?" the woman said, bending down and sitting down on the chair next to Pei Mochen.
She held her chin with one hand and faced Pei Mochen coquettishly.
"After dinner, my sister will take you shopping in a luxury car."
Pei Mochen shook his head amusedly in his heart, and his lips casually raised an arc. It was not big, but it would definitely kill the woman sitting next to him in an instant.
The woman looked at Pei Mochen, the amazement in her eyes undisguised, and she stretched out her hands to take Pei Mochen's hand.
Behind him, a pair of hands unexpectedly stretched out and grabbed the woman's hand tightly.
'ah----'
The woman screamed in pain and was dragged to her feet.
Zhang Mofei let go of the woman's hand, raised the corners of his lips, and revealed a hint of scorn, mixed with explicit sarcasm, "Auntie, not all old cows can eat young grass."
After saying that, she bent down and sat down next to Pei Mochen in an elegant manner, and smiled lightly at the woman and snorted.
"Where did this yellow-haired girl come from and dare to say that I am an old cow?"
"I just told you a very realistic thing, auntie. I didn't say that the old cow is you, auntie. It was you who insisted on taking the right position."
Zhang Mofei's playful smile on her pink face made the woman grit her teeth in hatred.
"You..." The woman was angry and pointed at Zhang Mofei. For a long time, she didn't say what she wanted to say.
At this time, the woman who was with her came over. They were both wearing similar clothes. They were very economical on fabrics. The Hermès logo on the woman's handbag was very conspicuous.
When she saw her companion being humiliated by Zhang Mofei, she immediately said to the waiter who happened to be passing by, "Call your manager over."
The two women were probably regular customers of this restaurant. When they heard the woman's instructions, they nodded immediately, "Miss Wang, I'll call you right away."
After a while, the manager of the restaurant rushed over. The man was wearing black-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and black trousers. When he saw the two women, he nodded and bowed and complimented, "Future boss lady, Miss Chen, why didn't you say anything when you came?
Too lazy."
The woman who came after pointed at Zhang Mofei and told the restaurant manager, "Kick this stinky girl out."
When the restaurant manager heard this, he was indiscriminate and immediately rushed Zhang Mofei and Pei Mochen.
"I'm sorry, you two. I'd rather ask you to dine elsewhere."
Zhang Mofei slammed the table with her little hand and said domineeringly, "Bullshit, I'm going to eat here today."