Chapter 102

Lu Xiaolai looked at him in surprise: "please? With you? "

Song Fengya blushed and nodded: "well, at the end of the speech, don't leave. I'll call you."

"Why invite me to dinner?"

"I mentioned a few things about you with sister Wan Liang. She is very interested in you and wants to know you."

“？？？” What happened? She has not gone to study each other, the other came first?

Song Feng Ya was laughed at by her small facial expression with a suspicious face. She smiled and frowned. "The chef brought by late cool sister is a Michelin 3-star class standard. Cooking is very delicious. I want to take you to taste it."

"Can I refuse?"

Song Fengya was stunned and asked, "what's the matter? Do you have an appointment for dinner? "

"I didn't..."

"Come on! Last Friday let you back and forth in vain, it is to make amends for you

"It's not you who make me toss back and forth. What's your compensation?"

"I made an appointment with you. I should make amends."

"Not really."

"First of all, I'll go backstage and see you later." Song Fengya gave her a light smile, waved her hand and left her seat.

"Hello Lu Xiaolai raised his voice a little to stop him. He thought that he was still speaking on the stage and covered his mouth in a hurry.

These guys, why don't they listen to people!

Lu Xiaolai grabs his head in chagrin and puts his attention back on the stage.

On the seat at the rear, Meng Yujie takes a look at her side, turns the brightness of her mobile phone to the lowest, buries her head and sends a message to sun Zhuohang quietly: Song Fengya just invited Lu Xiaolai to have dinner.

That head back to a "know, continue to pay attention to" after no movement.

As the speech came to an end, Lu Xiaolai said "go to the toilet" to Zhou Youyou, standing up and going out.

Meng Yujie see, quickly took out the mobile phone sent a message in the past.

In the area of class 1 in the front row, another figure stands up.

Lu Xiaolai walked out of the infield, stretched his ten fingers and twisted his stiff body. Just as he was about to enter the toilet, someone suddenly called her back.

"Little boy?"

Lu Xiaolai stopped, turned his head, saw sun Zhuohang and grinned at him: "xiaohangzi."

"It's really you. It's a coincidence."

"I'll have bad breath when chatting at the door of the toilet. I'll go first and talk later."

"Come on, wait!"

"What do you say?"

"I have something for you."

Sun Zhuohang took a moment out of his pocket, took out a small gift box wrapped with gift paper and tied with a pink bow, and handed it to Lu Xiaolai. Lu Xiaolai took it and wrapped it in his hand.

Lu Xiaolai put it in his ear and shook it. He heard a bang. He went to smell it again, only smelling the fragrance of the wrapping paper.

"What is this?" she asked curiously

"Didn't you blame me last time? You didn't give you a present on your birthday. It's a gift for you."

"How long ago did this happen? I said it casually. You don't have to take it seriously. But now that you've been filial to me, I'm not polite. "

"Be polite to me."

"Thank you. Bye." Lu Xiaolai shakes his hand and walks into the toilet.

When her figure disappeared in the field of vision, the smile on sun Zhuohang's face was completely put away, and there was a dark light in the pupil under the black frame glasses. He pushed his glasses. Instead of going into the men's room, he went back to the inner court of the Grand Theater.