Ouyang Yi soon returned with his hands in his pockets, followed by his manager carrying bags of takeout.
"Just put them here," Ouyang Yi said leisurely, nodding towards the table in front of Su Xingyu and Ling Weilong.
The manager set down the takeout and busied himself spreading it out; braised beef, chilled pig trotters, Peking duck, mouth-watering chicken, all piled up like a small mountain. Su Xingyu was stunned, truly, Ouyang Yi must be a carnivore!
"You—" she swallowed hard, stunned, "How do you keep your figure eating so much at?" You know, the weight requirents for supermodels are very strict. Even if you gain just a little, those fashion clothes tailor-made to standard sizes would no longer fit!
Ouyang Yi smiled at her, "They’re for you. Are you touched?" As he spoke, he picked up a piece of pig’s trotter and put it in her bowl, then took her millet porridge and peanuts, seaweed, and started eating them himself, bland food and all.
Su Xingyu was bewildered for a few seconds before realizing that all his talk about wanting to eat at was just complaints? Besides those born lucky with a can’t-get-fat constitution, what supermodel dares to really indulge in at!
Not only does he eat grass himself, but he buys at for her—what a good guy!
Su Xingyu hunched over and vigorously bit into a pig’s trotter. Yum, yum, it was delicious! Soft and chewy, full of collagen! The ultimate pig’s trotter, yum yum, it was just too delicious! "From today onwards, my life belongs to you!" she said as she ate, giving Ouyang Yi’s broad shoulder a firm pat, moved to tears, her words muffled.
Mr. Ouyang was very pleased, eating grass while flaunting, "Small matter, stick with , and you’ll have pig trotters every day!"
"Mmm mmm mmm!" Su Xingyu nodded frantically.
Ling Weilong just wanted to roll his eyes, this girl, so easy to buy off? He unceremoniously fought with Su Xingyu for the pig trotters, "Eat less, eat less, eating this is pointless; let replenish the yang energy I lost helping you carry things!"
Su Xingyu quickly guarded her food, chaos ensued.
Ouyang Yi watched with chuckles from the side, finally finishing his grass and the show almost over, he clapped his hands and announced, "Xingyu, it’s rare for you to join us; let’s go to the bar tonight, shall we? Invite Jiang Zhenzhen and the others; it’s been ages since they’ve seen you."
Su Xingyu’s actions paused, and Ling Weilong snatched a piece of at with quick reflexes.
"Give back my at!" she protested loudly, turning angrily to look at Ouyang Yi, "Bar? I don’t drink alcohol."
"Oh, how honest, let teach you," Ouyang Yi smiled mischievously, winking at her.
Su Xingyu shuddered...
Ling Weilong, busy biting into the pig’s trotter, declared his ownership and then joined the discussion, "Bar? Sounds good! Invite more people, make it lively! Ouyang, you’re treating us! Let us rob the rich to give to the poor for once!"
Ouyang Yi laughed easily, "No problem, it’s settled then."
"Hey... Hey! I haven’t agreed yet!" Su Xingyu was angry. What’s with Ling Weilong being so eager for? Invite more people? Make Ouyang treat them? Why didn’t Ouyang just beat you up! Why did Ouyang agree!
Ouyang Yi’s expression changed as quickly as flipping a book, his smile faded instantly, showing a pitiful face, "Xingyu～look at , such a big guy, usually doesn’t dare to eat much at, can only eat grass to help you... What fun do I have left in life... Drinking is one of my few pleasures... Just this once, will you agree? Please?"
"Alright, alright!" Su Xingyu, shivering, couldn’t stand a 190cm tall muscular man acting coy, reluctantly agreeing. After thinking it over, she realized she had no plans tonight anyway; just had a fight with Lu Shifeng at noon and didn’t want to go back just yet, might as well hang out with friends.
"Just so you know, I won’t drink alcohol!" she stated her principles.
Ouyang Yi smiled so much his eyes beca slits, "No worries, no worries, there’s club soda and fruit juice at the bar."
He was efficient; by the ti work was done, a dozen familiar Cloud people had gathered, heading straight to a nearby bar. This area was upscale; apart from Blade, Cloud, these conglorates were stationed, the surrounding malls and bars were also high-end; the bar Ouyang Yi selected was known for its "big" and "expensive" reputation.
"So expensive, Ouyang, aren’t you going overboard?" A group arrived at the bar entrance, and a girl said hesitantly. Opening a bottle here could cost a month’s salary of many high-end white-collar workers!
Among the group, Ouyang Yi turned around, his eyes and eyebrows brimming with laughter, "Expensive? A single show earns enough and plenty extra, think I can’t host you? Besides, today we’re celebrating Xingyu; she just won first place in Blade’s street photography contest yesterday."
Many followed the contest and understood, "So it’s to celebrate Xingyu! We’re just basking in Xingyu’s glory, congratulations Xingyu."
Su Xingyu felt like she got caught up in it again...
Who was the one acting cute and using tricks at noon to drag her along?
The crowd laughed and joked, crowded around her into the bar. The vision dimd suddenly, the multicolored laser lights mixed with thunderous music; escorted by waiters, they passed through the crowd to a private room on the second floor, separated from the noisy masses.
Ouyang Yi generously ordered seven or eight bottles of alcohol, specifically asked for juice for Su Xingyu.
Jiang Zhenzhen, who ca along, watched and chuckled, "Xingyu, that’s not right. How can you not drink while out partying?" Thanks to the last trip to Iceland, she was much more familiar with Su Xingyu and others, no longer timid at first etings.
Su Xingyu quickly waved her hands, "I ca because I heard there’s juice. If you try to make drink, I’ll leave."
Ouyang Yi also smiled and stopped her, "Alright, alright, let her drink juice, save so money."
The host had spoken; others naturally couldn’t say much, joked around like "Ouyang, why are you so nice to Xingyu", "Xingyu, maybe you should offer yourself to Ouyang" and such. Ouyang Yi is used to large scenes; handling such matters with ease and skill, resolving them without letting Su Xingyu feel any awkwardness.
She sat to one side, holding her juice, looking at Ouyang Yi’s profile, suddenly feeling this person was really nice.
If...
Lu Shifeng could also be this gentle and considerate, how wonderful it would be.
Unconsciously, her thoughts drifted, once again to that stern man who rarely spoke. What was he doing right now? Did he really have lunch with Zhuang Heng at noon? Did he... miss her?
Hmph, probably not.
Su Xingyu lowered her gaze and sipped her juice; he probably found her annoying, how could he miss her?
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