Ling Jiajia spoke calmly, but Gu Weiran looked at her calm eyes and knew she was serious.
What a difficult woman.
It's just that her body is so difficult, but what about her heart...
Gu Weiran didn't speak. He looked at Ling Jiajia with his black jade-like eyes. His eyes were neither big nor small, and there was water flowing inside them. If these eyes were on a woman's face, they would be alluring, but in Gu Wei's eyes
Ran's face is a bit colorful but with a sharp edge, and there is a faint light that can be seen.
Looking at these eyes, Ling Jiajia suddenly felt like she was being trapped.
For a long time, Ling Jiajia thought that he didn't want to agree and was about to get angry, when she heard Gu Weiran open her thin lips and say: "A hundred times."
A hundred times?
Ling Jiajia frowned, is it too much?
But when I think about being able to get rid of this man completely in a few months, I feel like it’s not a loss.
She is not a person who cannot afford to be fooled, but she doesn't like the feeling of being coerced. This damn man actually forced her to this point?
There was a burst of resentment in my heart.
After Gu Weiran admired the Ling family's angry expressions, she said slowly: "It's okay if you don't agree. I think I'm more patient than you. Let's see who can last until the end."
"Okay, I promise you."
"However, after I accompany you a hundred times, you can no longer pester me, and you can't tell others."
"Deal. Let's go, have a meal and celebrate."
"Hmph." Ling Jiajia sneered: "It's time to celebrate, one more friend."
"Jiajia." Gu Weiran's face darkened rarely when he heard the words "Pao ~ Friend": "Don't try to challenge me."
As a result, Ling Jiajia didn't even try to get rid of him. She jumped into the passenger seat, patted the car door, and raised her eyebrows: "Drive, I want to eat Japanese food."
Gu Weiran felt as if her punch had hit cotton, and she felt very depressed.
The Teppanyaki chef is a handsome Japanese guy, and his cooking skills can be seen from his gestures.
The hot oil on the iron plate is singing softly. Kobe beef, lobster, scallops, abalone and various seasonal vegetables and seafood are turning over happily. The handsome chef puts the ingredients, flips, and seasonings at a dizzying speed.
He turned around and performed a couple of acrobatics. The food that was served to Ling Jiaai and Gu Weiran was delicious, the heat was just right, and the timing was perfect.
Gu Weiran explained Ling Jiajia's taste to the chef in fluent and idiomatic Japanese, while Ling Jiajia was still gesticulating and talking about her requirements.
Young Master Gu has grown so old that even Mr. Gu has never taken such care of him, taking advantage of his nominal sister.
It's a pity that this girl hasn't thanked her yet and is obsessed with the handsome Japanese guy.
Gu Weiran poured cold water on her: "Can you speak Japanese?"
Seeing it is in vain.
Ling Jiajia's eyes were quite contemptuous, and she shook her head and said: "I don't know how, but I can hook him up by just saying the simplest thing."
"What?" Gu Weiran became interested.
"——Yeah, it will be destroyed, generation after generation or something."
Gu Weiran froze when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched, causing internal injuries.
After finishing the meal, Gu Weiran was driving. When he saw a supermarket, Ling Jiajia suddenly asked to stop.
"Get out of the car and buy something." After saying that, he ran off.
After a while, Ling Jiajia came back and saw Gu Weiran waiting in the car calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"
Gu Weiran's eyes were quite disdainful. Ling Jiajia thought about it and realized that a monk who could escape could not escape from the temple.