"Stop!" Luo Xiaoqian couldn't bear it anymore, "Isn't it just a piece of clothing, what about you two?"
"As for that!" the two men roared in unison, and after a moment they realized it was her problem, and at the same time turned to her and smiled, "Xiao Qian, this matter has nothing to do with you!"
Luo Xiaoqian rolled her eyes.
What do you mean it has nothing to do with her? This incident clearly happened because of her.
If she hadn't worn that dress, would it be surprising that Leng Zimo would care so much?
Also, this Jiao Yang is the same. Leng Zimo likes her and is just possessive. Why is he joining in the fun?
She turned her head and looked at Jiao Yang, "Well, when I return to Beijing, I will buy an identical one and give it back to you. Is that okay?"
Seeing the smile in Leng Zimo's eyes, Jiao Yang's stubbornness also rose.
"My piece is an exclusive and limited edition. The French master who made the clothes for me has retired. There is no one that is exactly the same in the world. Moreover, that piece of clothing has a special meaning to me."
"Is that so?" Luo Xiaoqian turned to look at Leng Zimo, "otherwise, give it back to him?"
There was obvious anxiety in her tone, as if she was afraid that he would be unhappy.
Normally, Leng Zimo would definitely agree to her, but on the opposite side, the smile on Jiao Yang's lips was obviously proud, how could he let him succeed.
"I ruined my clothes."
"I do not mind!"
"I mind."
"I can fix it."
"If it's broken, it's broken. It can't be repaired."
"Even if it turns into a mop, I still want it!"
"Anyway, I won't give it to you!"
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"Please!" Luo Xiaoqian clasped her palms together and stood in front of the two of them, "You are adults, don't be as childish as two kindergarten children, okay..."
"It's not me who is so naive, it's him!"
The two men spoke at the same time again.
Luo Xiaoqian felt that she was about to be defeated. She looked at Jiao Yang and then at Leng Zimo. She suddenly covered her stomach and squatted down.
"Ouch!"
"What's wrong?!"
Two men rushed over worriedly at the same time. Leng Zimo took the first step and held her arm.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and said, "I'm so hungry that my stomach hurts. Can we go to eat?!"
"Okay, let's eat!" Leng Zimo carefully helped her up from the ground, "You sit down first, and I'll call and ask the restaurant to bring the meal up!"
On the side, Jiao Yang had already grabbed the landline phone on the table and pressed the intercom, "Restaurant, please bring me three breakfasts. The account is at 93..."
Just as he was about to tell his room number, Leng Zimo reached over and pressed the foreign key, saying his room number, "9315, thank you!"
Turning around, Leng Zimo took the cup directly, poured a cup of hot water and brought it over.
Luo Xiaoqian drank water in small sips, for fear that the two of them would argue again.
Fortunately, the delivery boy came quickly, the door was knocked, and three breakfasts were delivered to the table.
Luo Xiaoqian sat on the main sofa, and the two men dragged a small sofa to sit on either side of the small table.
Without waiting for her to move, a spoon and a pair of chopsticks were brought to her at the same time.
"I drink porridge without utensils!" Luo Xiaoqian didn't even look at the two of them, she picked up the porridge bowl and brought it to her mouth.
"Do you want to add sugar (side dish)?!"
The two men's voices sounded at the same time again.
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from the bowl, her little face was full of helplessness, "I beg you, can you let me finish this breakfast quietly?!"
