The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 337 President, Are You A Dog? (twenty)
Inside the elevator, both of them were surprisingly quiet.

"Goo-"

An untimely voice suddenly came from Cen Mu's stomach, and it took... a long time.

The eerie atmosphere was even more silent.

Cen Mu looked at Fengcheng's half-smiling face in the elevator mirror in embarrassment, wishing to find a crack to slip in.

He didn't change his face: "That boss, I'm sorry, picking things for you consumes more brainpower."

Feng Cheng nodded solemnly, "I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, another embarrassing sound echoed in the elevator.

"Goo-"

This time the voice came from Fengcheng's belly.

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven forgive?

Cen Mu almost laughed out loud, but he didn't dare.The two coughed lightly at the same time, and then closed the city to break the embarrassment: "The job of a programmer really consumes brain power."

"En." Cen Mu nodded cooperatively.

"You've worked hard today, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Just as Cen Mu wanted to refuse, Feng Cheng said again, "We haven't seen each other for several years, and we haven't had a good meal to sit down and talk, so you don't want to see me?"

The words that came to his lips were swallowed like this. He was silent for a moment, then took out his cell phone, "Then I'll call back and say I'll be back later."

Feng Cheng had that expression on his face again: "Do you still have to tell your boyfriend?"

While waiting for someone to pick him up, Cen Mubai gave him a look: "Don't talk nonsense, why don't you guess it's a girlfriend."

Feng Cheng snorted coldly, and said faintly: "It's still a thing for men and women."

When the phone was connected, Cen Mu didn't bother to explain. Xu Anqi's voice on the other end was hazy, as if he hadn't woken up yet, "I may be back later at night, please give me some food."

The other side said "Got it", and then hung up the phone.

This time the city was closed, he didn't open his mouth to mock again, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have a cat or a dog?"

Cen Mu was taken aback, stuffed his hands into his pockets, shrunk his head to accompany him to pick up the car, "Cat."

"I remember you liked dogs."

Cen Mu nodded, "I like dogs more, but if you have a dog, you don't have time to run around with it."

He prevaricated with a nonsense reason, and he was too lazy to raise it. After all, it was easier to hold a cat when running back and forth between Jiang City and his hometown, so he simply let Diandian transform into a cat shape.

As for keeping pets, firstly he is not free, and on the other hand he does not know if he can be responsible for the pets.

If you keep a life for a few years just because you like it, you can't say you like it.He is unable to give him a stable home, and cannot be responsible for a life to the end.

Cen Mu thought, it's better not to commit crimes.

He sat quietly in the car thinking, until the car stopped, he still hadn't come back to his senses, and finally closed the city and called him back to his senses.

The place to eat was chosen by Fengcheng. Cen Mu had never been to such a high-end place, so he was a little cautious for a while.

After the steak and drinks were served, he watched Fengcheng move his hands, and then slowly imitated his appearance and began to eat.

"Did the people from the Cen family teach you western food etiquette?" Feng Cheng saw his uneasiness and asked casually.

Cen Mu stopped holding the knife and fork, and the unnaturalness on his face disappeared, "I'm not someone from the Cen family. They adopted me and raised me, and they are already grateful."

People, contentment is the most important thing.

Feng Cheng didn't say any more, just buried his head in his food, and raised his hand to buy him another glass of wine.

"Try it? The alcohol is not high, but the taste is not bad. The wine of this restaurant is a signature pairing with this steak." Fengcheng looked calm, and his movements were smooth and smooth.

Cen Mu took a deep look at him, and his eyes fell on the wine on the table.

(End of this chapter)