"Uncle, I didn’t understand what you just said, but it seed really impressive."
"Hmm...you think it’s impressive, too? To tell the truth, I also am..."
"Haha! Uncle, you’re so funny."
"No! I’m super serious."
"Hahaha..."
...
"Let go! Haitang, let go, I need to beat this guy up, he’s just asking for it!"
Watching the two figures, one tall and one short, laughing and walking further away, Yan Weiwei finally couldn’t hold back her fury.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Lin Haitang was torn between laughter and tears as she held back Yan Weiwei.
"Shaless! This is just too shaless! Does he think he’s won a championship or sothing?
He actually said I don’t understand driving? I’ve never been spoken to like this as ’Su City’s Speed Demon’!
How could that bastard be so scared and yet co up with so many bizarre adjectives to show off?"
If it weren’t for the lack of lightning today, I swear he wouldn’t make it past this lamppost!"
Lin Haitang was speechless.
"Su City’s Speed Demon"? What kind of nickna is that...
Seeing Yan Weiwei gearing up to confront him again, she quickly restrained her.
"Alright already, so you can scare him, but he can’t get the upper hand verbally?"
"What do you an ’verbally’? What he’s doing is worse than taking advantage of !"
"Okay, I’ll remind him later that he should use his hands if he can instead of his mouth, alright?"
"He dare! I’ll break his damn paws!"
Lin Haitang rolled her eyes and then gave her a sowhat puzzled look.
"That’s strange, why are you so against him today?
Didn’t I already tell you that he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and that I was mistaken before?
Not long ago, weren’t you thinking about how to offer yourself to him? Today’s attitude doesn’t seem like you want to get closer, it’s more like you want to make an enemy."
Embarrassnt flashed across Yan Weiwei’s face.
"I...I was impulsive at that mont! I’ve cald down a lot recently."
Hmph! It’s his fault for knowing I was mistaken and not even offering an explanation...
"Hey! What are you two muttering about back there? Hurry up, co on!"
Ahead, ng Lang held the elevator door open and called to them.
...
"Mmm! This smoked at tastes good, nommm~"
Yan Weiwei devoured a piece of smoked at with garlic sprouts, deliciously fatty and lean.
The lean at had a distinct texture, with a chewiness different from fresh pork, beautifully paired with the succulent fat.
One bite in, the savory lean at, juicy fat that wasn’t greasy, and the refreshing spiciness of the garlic sprouts created a unique smoked flavor.
Besides a few common dishes on the table, there were also spring rolls, duck necks, and smoked at that ng Lang had brought from his hotown.
"I didn’t bring much for everyone since I went ho this ti, these are so local delicacies from my hotown, try them out; Xiao Yu, taste this duck neck."
"Mmm! Delicious!"
"If it’s delicious, I’ll save a few more packs for you."
"Thanks, Uncle!" Xiao Yu smiled sweetly.
Seeing ng Lang pull out several more bags of items like fungus and shiitake mushrooms from his hefty luggage bag, Lin Haitang couldn’t help but chuckle internally while she continued to eat.
Isn’t the typical special agent supposed to be a loner, or have family mbers who are part of so mysterious scientific institutions?
This one, however, ca back from ho like he’d been on a raid, the spitting image of bandits entering a village.
Hmm...this special agent is quite down-to-earth...
"Here! This is a return gift from my parents; they really liked what you got them."
ng Lang smiled as he placed several carefully wrapped, yet not very expensive, delicacies in front of Lin Haitang.
"For ?" Lin Haitang was taken aback.
"Of course, it’s only polite to return the favor!"
"Return the favor?" Yan Weiwei’s eyes darted back and forth between the two.
"I didn’t know your relationship had progressed this fast. You’re already exchanging gifts without eting? When do you plan to et the parents?"
"Cough cough!" Just as he took a bite of his food, ng Lang choked.
"Don’t talk nonsense!" Lin Haitang glared at Yan Weiwei. "ng Lang has helped so much, I’m just sending him sothing to express my gratitude."
"Express gratitude, and you had to do it behind my back..." Yan Weiwei sounded a bit aggrieved.
"What do you an behind your back? You were so drunk that night you were out of it, insisting on showing off when you can’t hold your liquor."
"Hmm! Master Yan, with the way you roam the world, you really need to work on your drinking capacity," ng Lang couldn’t resist throwing in his assist.
"What? My drinking capacity isn’t up to par!" Yan Weiwei glared at ng Lang, getting angry just at the ntion of it.
She had intended to probe him, but ended up embarrassing herself massively—it was truly a mortifying disgrace!
"Last ti I was on my period and not feeling well. Do you dare to challenge again today?"
ng Lang was stunned. To think she’d use her period as an excuse—this woman was really fierce.
Lost in thought, he suddenly saw Yan Weiwei take out two bottles of Moutai from the sa cabinet as last ti, with a "Duang!" she slamd them onto the table.
ng Lang was speechless.
Was that cabinet a "Moutai-specialized cabinet"? Why does it seem never-ending?
How much Moutai do you actually have stored in there?
It’s said that "those who buy Moutai don’t drink Moutai, and those who drink Moutai don’t buy it." What exactly does this person do for a living?
"What? Don’t dare?"
ng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei with a mix of amazent.
Hmm... The collagen on her face is labeled "confidence," and the curve of her lips spells "provocation."
She definitely had a look of absolute certainty.
But... when it cos to drinking capacity, even if it’s sothing you train for, it’s not sothing that can be achieved overnight.
You just got knocked out by a few days ago; what’s with this sudden burst of confidence?
Could it be that to seek revenge, you’ve gone off to train so sort of amazing skill to improve your alcohol tolerance?
Now the question arises: if she really knocks out today... could it be counted as "rekindling an old fla"?
emm...
Making a choice isn’t hard; what’s hard is being forced to make a series of choices one after another, and each ti you’re brutally questioning your personality!
So this ti... am I a scoundrel, or not?
Fate’s gaze is so scathing, always challenging my weak spots ti and ti again...
Watching ng Lang looking tempted yet seemingly hesitant, utterly torn, Yan Weiwei’s eyes narrowed.
"Do you dare or not? Stop hesitating like an old lady!"
ng Lang looked at her resignedly.
[If marriage is truly the grave of love, then blind dating is checking the feng shui for the grave, confessing is digging your own grave, getting married is dying together, falling out of love is exhuming the grave, and a third party is grave robbing.]
Thinking of his own assessnt, if marriage is truly the grave of love.
Then... what I’m about to do could be considered playing dead...
He sighed deeply.
Once, a beautiful woman forced to submit, but I resisted. Only after losing her did I regret it, and nothing is more painful in life than this.
If heaven gave another chance, I would tell that girl...
"Sorry! I have to go to driving school tomorrow; no drinking and driving, no driving after drinking!"
Yan Weiwei: "..."
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