Mo Fei put down the tableware in his hands, turned around, and met Leng Ran's eyes, "Xiao Xiao, you clearly know who it is."
The two of them had grown up together, and he wouldn't believe that she couldn't see anything.
Leng Ran blinked, "There is no one you want to express your love to. You lied to me last night, right?"
Mo Fei lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sorry."
Leng Ran straightened up and approached him, "Is it okay if I'm sorry?"
Mo Fei raised his face and said, "Then what are you going to do?"
"Tell me, why do you want to go to Norway with Zhuo Ya?" He raised his arms and put them on the table, coldly reached out and picked up the fork on the table, and picked up a cherry on Zhuo Ya's untouched dessert, "If you dare
If you lie, I will stuff this cherry into your mouth!"
They have been together for eighteen years, and she has known him since he was born.
From the first moment Zhuo Ya appeared, Leng Ran could tell that he didn't like her at all, and even hated her.
He actually went to Norway with a girl he hated. There must be a reason for this.
And she guessed a possibility.
Could it be that he shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's because... I owe her a favor."
Leng Ran shook the cherry on the fork, "That car model?"
He didn't speak, which was his acquiescence.
Seeing that Mo Fei was sitting at the table with a somewhat depressed expression, he frowned coldly and put the fork with cherries on it on the plate.
"Growing up, I have only eaten the fruits and sauces on your desserts." She stretched out her arms and gently hugged Mo Fei's shoulders, "In the future... don't do things you don't like for me anymore. This is
...The last time! OK?!"
Mo Fei turned his face and looked into her eyes, "Why?"
He raised his palm and patted his chest lightly, "It hurts here!"
Mo Fei's face suddenly brightened, "So, can I do what I like?"
Seeing the meaning in his eyes, Leng Ran retracted his arm and chuckled, "Don't forget, you promised me that you won't stick to me within two years."
His expression was slightly gloomy, but he looked at her with some hope.
"Then...can I still go to your game?"
Leng Ran shrugged, "What do you think?"
"Okay, I'll refund the ticket in a moment." Mo Fei picked up the knife and fork on the table, "Is it okay to finish this meal with you?"
"Refund the ticket?" Leng Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, "So, you won't accompany me to France?"
Mo Fei rolled his eyes at her and said, "You didn't let me go."
Leng Ran thought about it seriously, "Did I say I wouldn't let you go?"
Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips brightly, and stretched out his arms to hug her.
"stop!"
Leng Ran stopped immediately.
"Why?"
Mo Fei stopped moving and looked at her with a puzzled face.
"I haven't decided yet whether I have affection or love for you, so you have to give me time."
"When I kissed you yesterday, your heart was obviously beating very hard."
Leng Ran pouted, "Please, you men will also get excited when you see a woman other than your lover. Are you sure that's not the Dutch reaction?"
"Little..."
"You promised me two years."
"But, two years without seeing you, no phone calls, no emails, no video calls... I can't stand it!"
Could it be that he originally thought that he could wait for her quietly for two years.
However, he really stopped calling her, sending her emails, and video chatting with her... He really wasn't used to it and couldn't stand it.
