Qingzhou Boyu, shining sky and southern summer

"Hey, you still care about money, so why do you carry it to my house in a plastic bag? You are not afraid of being robbed on the way."

"This is carefully designed by me! Once it is packed in a plastic bag, it doesn't feel like an expensive thing!"

"Then you can put it in the car, it's just right, you can't refuse me to take you home." Ji Boyu leaned closer and looked at him.

"Then I'll carry it..." Yue Qingzhou got out of the car as if fleeing.

"Tell me, young master, which one do you want to play?" Yue Qingzhou looked at Ji Boyu who was in high spirits and asked.

"I want to... eat first, I haven't eaten dinner yet, the theme restaurant here is not bad."

"Are you okay..." Yue Qingzhou frowned and pushed his glasses, "Why didn't you eat outside just now, the restaurant here is full of people and the food is expensive and few..."

"That's not like what a person with 4 yuan bills on his back said." Ji Boyu smiled, and was about to put his arm around his shoulders, "Let's go, I've made an appointment."

Yue Qingzhou jumped away to avoid his approaching hand: "You don't want to touch me again! The two of us must keep a distance of one meter."

"One meter? There are a lot of people here, so you don't have to worry about being squeezed out."

"Let's just leave, just meet at the exit when the time comes."

Ji Boyu stretched out his hand to take him over: "Let's go to eat!"

In a themed restaurant.

Yue Qingzhou looked at the menu: "I don't think there's anything I can eat here...so let's do it," he closed the menu and put it aside, "I won't eat it, I want to lose weight anyway."

"Are you losing weight?" Ji Boyu looked at him, "What can you lose on your body? How about you order a steak and give me 100 yuan less per bite, how about it?"

"Prodigal son," Yue Qingzhou frowned and glared at him, "You are the legendary playboy himself."

"Then what's the matter, anyway, it's my dad's money and not your dad's money - let's decide," Ji Boyu looked at the menu, "You just order the same as mine."

"Then I won't eat it either," Yue Qingzhou scratched his head, "I've been a vegetarian for too long, and suddenly eating meat would make me feel sick."

"Eating meat makes you sick?" Ji Boyu couldn't believe it, "I beg you to eat some meat, you eat less than any girl I know, you know? You look like fourteen or fifteen years old A well-developed junior high school student."

"Did you know that you said exactly the same thing as my grandma?"

"I'm here for your own good."

"This sentence is the same!"

The waiter who was waiting to order could not help but smile: "Sir, our steamed cod here is very refreshing. Many vegetarians order this when they come here."

"That's it, and help him make a salad by the way, without any salad dressing, pure grass." Ji Boyu handed the menu to the waiter, "I want a Wellington steak and mushroom soup from your place. Dessert I want truffle milk ice cream—you should have dessert, right?"

"How can I eat sweets if I don't even eat meat?" Yue Qingzhou shook his head.

"Then just one serving. What you drink is a pinch of freshly squeezed Sydney cucumber juice."

"Okay." The waiter left after ordering.

"Did you know that your style of eating is completely opposite to your style of wearing men's clothes?" Ji Boyu looked at Yue Qingzhou with his chin resting.

"What do you mean?"

"Hypocritical."

"That's because you meddle too much. What does it matter to you that I only eat grass? I didn't force you to eat with me." Yue Qingzhou looked down at the pattern of the tablecloth on the table unhappy.