Night in Los Angeles always comes later.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, with the sunset setting, Qin Feng's white shirt and black trousers stand at the gate of Huayang flower shop. He is free from vulgarity, natural and meaningful.

Yan Huan changed a set of light blue long skirt, the whole person is in high spirits, and the eyebrows are more elegant, which is quite different from the usual dress.

Qin Feng saw the joy in his eyes. He took a few steps and said, "you look good in this way."

Yan Huan said with a smile: "the children in the store are shouting to go shopping at noon. They have to try this skirt for me. They are not used to it."

"Good looking."

Qin Feng's heart is joyful. When a woman starts to dress up for a man, it shows that the feelings in her heart have sprouted, and his opportunity finally comes.

"If you like, we'll buy more and change." Qin Feng took her hand with a smile: "brush my card."

Different from the previous feeling, this time her hand is acutely aware of the warmth of Qin Feng's palm. It seems that a warm current begins to wander wantonly, which makes Yan Huan's mood happy.

"Good."

The car drove all the way to Meng Wanyao's restaurant. When they arrived, they just met Lin Zheng downstairs.

He was carrying a bunch of lilies in his hand, and the smell of fragrance diffused.

Seeing Yan Huan, his eyes brightened. He hadn't seen her in such a way for a long time. It seems that in my impression, she always dressed in a relaxed and comfortable way. There are few such little women.

But in Lin Zheng's heart, Yan Huan was always gentle and strong.

The outside is not that important anymore.

Now her hand is in the hand of another man, and her skirt is also worn for another man. This mood has made Lin Zheng unable to put on a proper expression, so he can only say hello awkwardly.

When the three entered the box, Meng Wanyao saw the lily in Lin Zheng's hand smiling: "thank you, brother Zheng. I remember I like lily. It seems that I can have a good sleep tonight."

Lin Zheng frowned: "this is not..."

"Well, everyone, please sit down. I've ordered all the dishes." Meng Wanyao interrupts Lin Zheng and gives the three to their seats.

Lin Zheng held the fire and gave Meng Wanyao an unhappy look: didn't you let me buy this flower!

Meng Wanyao picked an eyebrow with him, as if to say: Hmm! So what? I said, you can explain it again if you have the ability!

Lin Zheng was silent. It was a small matter. More explanations made people think more.

Soon, the dishes were ready, and then the waiter brought four bottles of red wine. Meng Wanyao said boldly, "it's all open!"

Lin Zheng quickly stopped: "no! You can't drink! "

"Why can't I drink?" Meng Wanyao has a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Don't you know what you're going to be like after drinking?" Lin Zheng whispered.

Meng Wanyao laughed and said in a loud voice: "listen to what you mean, you know very well what I will be like after drinking! Brother Zheng, eh? "

Lin Zheng

He found that Meng Wanyao did it on purpose!

"All right, you drink it at your own risk!" Lin Zheng takes a look at Qin Feng and Yan Huan, and laughs: "I was lucky to see Mr. Meng's face after getting drunk in the company before..."

Meng Wanyao's smile became more and more deep: "I saw it in the company. I think my memory was confused after I was drunk. I always feel like I came from your home."

Lin Zheng: "Meng Wanyao! What are you talking about? "

Meng Wanyao said: "Qin Feng, Yan Huan, do you want to drink?"

"Open a bottle." Qin Feng motioned to the waiter: "the others have been withdrawn. A bottle for four of us is enough."

"Good." The waiter withdrew the wine, leaving only one bottle in Meng Wanyao's hand.

"What is this baby has the final say?" Meng Wanyao frowned.

As she spoke, she began to open the wine. The cork was stubborn and did not move for a long time.

She breathed a breath, the red wine bottle in her hand had been snatched by Lin Zheng: "stupid!"