Be a ruthless NPC in a holographic game

In an instant, Feng Zhique was speechless.

On the other side, Song Jing had a calm face.

It was so upright that people couldn't speak.

Feng Zhique stared at Song Jing silently for a while, and then smiled helplessly.

He chuckled softly, his eyes full of love.

Precisely because there was nothing he could do about Song Jing, under his annoyance, he couldn't help feeling that Song Jing was simply too cute.

Thinking of Song Jing pretending not to know him without blushing and heartbeat, Feng Zhique was laughed angrily again.

Because he meant it.

Feng Zhique had nothing to do with him, and the more helpless he was, the more he felt that Song Jing was simply extremely cute.

The expression on his face looked serious, and his whole body exuded an unapproachable aura, but in fact, he was full of bad water.

Lie, even more blushing, heartbeat, full of confidence.

But the paradox is that, on the other hand, he behaved extremely upright, and would never take anything he gave him, as long as it was a little more expensive.

Feng Zhique looked at Song Jing's calm expression, his eyes were half down, and his thoughts changed.

A narrow gleam rose in his eyes.

Suddenly, Feng Zhique's tone changed, and he suddenly asked, "What if I suddenly change my mind?"

The final sound of Feng Zhique is long and full of meaning, which makes people infinitely reverie.

Song Jing' Huh? ' He said, but he didn't realize what his intention was.

Feng Zhique explained again very considerately, "Losing money."

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing immediately began to ponder.

Seeing the expression on Song Jing's face of "can you go back and pretend not to know him now?", Feng Zhique couldn't help laughing again.

"Okay." Feng Zhique changed his words, "Just kidding you."

Song Jing frowned, with a suspicious expression.

Fearing that Song would not believe it, Feng Zhique thoughtfully added, "I am not short of this money."

Only then did Song Jing feel a little relieved.

Don't worry, he glanced at the surrounding scene inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and the expression on his face suddenly changed again: You don't need this little money and let me treat you to dinner?

Feng Zhique sighed.

Can he say that because he knows he is Song Baiyu, and he likes him?

can not say.

So Feng Zhique could only say, "No one is with me, so I have to find you."

Feng Zhique said lightly, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

On the other side, the secretary who was working hard in the company suddenly sneezed.

The reason was so legitimate that Song Jing couldn't refuse.

However, I couldn't help thinking quietly in my heart: So rich people also lack people to eat.

According to Song Jing's temperament, if he didn't create an opportunity after the meeting this time, if he wanted to meet again next time, it might only depend on luck like this time.

But if it is purely luck, if you want to see each other again, you don't know when it will be.

So Feng Zhique lowered his voice suddenly, and the expression on his face became serious and serious.

"It's true that you don't need to pay for the money." Feng Zhique's voice was calm, with a carelessness in his tone, "But you have to treat me to a few meals."

The serious expression on Feng Zhique's face made Song Jing also become serious.

He thought about it seriously for a moment.

After thinking about it, he answered seriously, "Please excuse me."

The corners of Feng Zhique's lips twitched slightly, his eyes were full of teasing, "I'm not picky, I can do it anywhere."

Song Jing frowned when he heard the sound, and his brows were almost knit together.

Whether he is willing or not is the second.

The main problem is, from his repeated refusal of Li Mao's invitation, it can be seen that he doesn't go out very much on weekdays, and if he wants to invite him to dinner...he really doesn't know where he can invite him.

A local tyrant who can tell at a glance that he is extremely rich is satisfied with the position.

In addition, the position he can ask for.

Song actually had a headache.

Song Jing simply said bluntly, "Tell me about the location."

Feng Zhique blinked innocently, "If you invite me to dinner, shouldn't you be the one to figure out the location?"

Song Jing: "...I can't think of it."

Hearing the sound, Feng Zhique raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sly light flashed across them.

Feng Zhique: "Are you sure you want me to think about it?"

Song Jing hesitated.

He hesitated, frowned, and specifically reminded: "I can't afford the one that's too expensive."

Feng Zhique propped his chin, and his tone was leisurely.

Feng Zhique: "Don't worry, it's not expensive."

Feng Zhique's word "not expensive" is an understatement, and it will pass in a second.

But for some reason, Song Jing couldn't help being extra vigilant.

Feng Zhique raised his eyes, the long and narrow eyes were full of water and light, deep and dark.

Feng Zhique: "How is it at your house?"

Declarative sentences, not interrogative sentences.

Song Jing was so astonished that he was a little dazed for a while.

Song Jing: "...my family?"

Feng Zhique looked calm, and asked, "Is it inconvenient for there to be others at home?"

Song Jing replied subconsciously, "No."

Not really, but why did he feel that something was wrong.

Has anyone invited someone to dinner at home?

And he brought people home... Although it didn't affect him, but he and the other party were not friends, and he always felt a little weird when he brought them home.

Even Li Mao, who has the best relationship with him in the company, has never been to his home so far.

Hearing Song Jing's decisive answer, Feng Zhique's heart lightened, and he looked at Song Jing anxiously, playing the pity card.

Feng Zhique: "Since there is no one, then can't I go to your house?"

Song Jing frowned: "It's not impossible...but I'm not good at cooking."

"It's okay." Feng Zhique replied quickly, "I don't choose."

Song was dumbfounded.

Song Jing was speechless and still hesitated.

Seeing Song Jing's hesitation, Feng Zhique's eyes were half-closed, and he took a step back in frustration.

"Since it's inconvenient, forget it." Feng Zhique sighed slightly, and said sadly, "But I'm busy with work, and the time is not fixed, so if you invite me to dinner at that time, you may need to ask the company for a day off... ..."

Feng Zhique spoke slowly, with an infinitely long ending.

Hearing this, Song, who was still hesitating just now, immediately made a decision.

"Then it's my home."

The corners of Feng Zhique's lips slightly raised, extremely cunning.

Feng Zhique remained calm, tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and immediately said: "Phone number."

Song Jing was taken aback when he heard the sound, and said, "Add WeChat, WeChat is more convenient."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone.

Feng Zhique paused.

Seeing that Feng Zhique didn't reply, Song Jing was slightly startled, showing a puzzled expression.

Feng Zhique's voice paused unnaturally, and soon returned to normal.

Feng Zhique said in a deep voice: "Wechat friends are full, so let's use the phone number."

Song didn't doubt it. He answered and took out his mobile phone.

Taking out his mobile phone, Song Jing asked for the number and called.

The bell rang, and Feng Zhique wrote it down.

After writing down the number, Feng Zhique's heart twitched slightly, remembering what happened on WeChat yesterday.

...After he admitted that he also liked Song Baiyu, the other party never replied.

Feng Zhique felt a little depressed.

He raised his head, looked at Song Jing, and found that he couldn't speak at all.

Feng Zhique hesitated for a while, but finally decided to send a message to the other party on WeChat using Xiao Chan's identity.

Feng: What are you doing.

The WeChat notification sounded suddenly, Song Jing was startled, and subconsciously looked down at the phone.

Looking down, seeing that it was from Xiao Chan, Song Jing frowned, and his expression was subtle for a while.

He glanced at the phone screen, and immediately looked back as if nothing had happened, and put down the phone.

He is not interested in playing any emotional games with the Playboy.

Opposite, Song Jing's reaction Feng Zhique watched from beginning to end, not missing a single scene.

After reading it, no surprise, Feng Zhique felt depressed again.

Obviously, Xiao Chan's identity has already been hated by the other party.

But if he went back to last night, he would still answer the word "like".

I am Mengmeng, I am Song Baiyu, the two of them are basically one person.

If he replied that he didn't like it, would it make the other party happy?

It is clear.

...neither will it.

Feng Zhique felt lost in his heart, he really didn't know what to do with Song.

After a few minutes.

The waiter from the small shop brought up the dishes.

The waiter left immediately after serving the food.

After stepping back, Feng Zhique looked at the conspicuous and eye-catching pieces of ginger in the dish, and couldn't help frowning slightly, showing a slightly resistant expression.

Seeing that Feng Zhique was sitting still and not holding his chopsticks, Song couldn't help but subconsciously raise his eyes to look at Feng Zhique.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Feng Zhique staring at the ginger cubes in the vegetable bowl without blinking, his expression was subtle and weird, he didn't realize it for a while, but after he was slightly stunned for a moment, he immediately understood .

Song Jing asked casually, "Do you want to eat this?"

Naturally, it refers to chopped ginger.

Feng Zhique hummed.

Song Jing frowned, suddenly feeling a little troubled.

Because he doesn't order many dishes.

Song Jing asked: "...Then shall I order another dish?"

After finishing speaking, he subconsciously looked up at the surrounding scene.

There are more and more customers in the store, and there are even people sitting on chairs outside the store and queuing up. If you want to add food, you will obviously have to wait for a while.

Song Jing frowned, thinking to forget it.

Song Jing thought to herself, no more words, just lowered her head and began to pick up pieces of ginger for Feng Zhique.

After pinching a few pieces, he felt something was wrong and raised his head suddenly.

Song Jing hesitated, "...the chopsticks have my drool on them, don't you mind."

Feng Zhique smiled, "I don't mind."

Don't say you don't mind, just eat it directly.