"Sorry!" Zhuo Ya smiled at the two of them and sat back on the third chair at the table.
"Are you and Mo Fei the same major?" Leng Ran asked with a smile.
Well! My little Mo is the woman he likes, and as a sister, she has to carefully check it for him.
"No, I studied law." Zhuo Ya glanced sideways at Mo Fei, "We met at a debate. At that time, our debate team lost to Mo Fei's debate team."
"That guy is very powerful." There was pride in Leng Ran's tone.
"Yes." Zhuo Ya nodded, "Is he the most outstanding student in our school?"
"I'm not that powerful." Mo Fei shrugged.
The waiter came forward and placed the three people's meals on the table.
Three servings, surprisingly the same steak dish.
This is normal, Mo Fei and Leng Ran's tastes have always been similar, and Zhuo Ya ordered the same meal as Mo Fei.
The three of them started to eat together. Zhuoya had already eaten a meal, so naturally she didn't have a high appetite, so she just pretended to cut off a small piece of steak.
"How was the wedding?"
"Very good." Mo Fei's tone was completely perfunctory.
"Is it a Chinese wedding or a Western wedding?" Zhuo Ya continued to ask.
“Western style.”
He glared coldly at Mo Fei, who was not interested in answering at all, and took the initiative to speak, "This wedding is very special. You will never expect it. The groom set up a fairy tale castle on the golf course, which is full of twinkling fireflies..."
Zhuo Ya was also amazed when she heard this, "It's so romantic."
Leng Ran ate a piece of steak and naturally handed over his plate to Mo Fei.
This has been a habit since childhood. She always gave Mo Fei the leftovers. Her eyes glanced at the steak on Zhuo Ya's plate, and she frowned slightly, "You don't seem to have eaten much."
Zhuo Ya smiled covertly, "I...I'm losing weight recently."
"You are in good health, why do you want to lose weight?" Leng Ran glanced sideways at Mo Fei, who put her leftover steak on his plate, "right, Mo Fei?"
"kindness."
Could it be that he didn't look at Zhuo Ya and just responded casually.
"Could it be!"
He glared at him coldly and displeasedly.
She was trying her best to create opportunities for him, but he was so indifferent. What did it mean?
"Here comes the dessert!" Mo Fei raised his chin to the waiter who came over.
The waiter came over and placed the desserts in front of the three of them.
Leng Ran did not take his own dessert first, but reached over, grabbed Mo Fei's plate, ate two cherries first, and then carefully scraped off the sauce on them with a spoon.
Zhuo Ya looked over with some confusion.
Leng Ran shrugged, "This guy is a very picky eater. He doesn't eat these things."
A strange color flashed in Zhuo Ya's eyes. She went to Norway with Mo Fei for a few days, but she saw with her own eyes that he finished the entire dessert without disliking the sauce.
After feeding the last bit of sauce into his mouth, Leng Ran reached out and pushed the plate back in front of Mo Fei before attacking his own cake.
"By the way, Zhuo Ya, we are leaving Hong Kong tomorrow, what are your plans?"
"I..." Zhuo Ya smiled, "I want to go to France."
Leng Ran looked surprised and said, "Really, then we happen to be on the same road. I'm going to France to participate in a competition. As for whether he wants to visit his manor - a winery."
Zhuo Ya laughed and said, "Really? Then Mo Fei and I will definitely watch your game together."
"I will save the tickets with the best seats for you." Leng Ran said with a smile.
