Chapter 89

Qin Lang picked out the snail meat and relaxed it in his mouth. He chewed it carefully and nodded as he ate it. "Well, the taste of the snail meat is worse than the authentic one in Paris, but it's also good."

With that, he picked up the red wine glass next to him and gently shook the red wine that had been poured inside. The elegant action was pleasing to the eye.

Swallowing the snail meat, he sipped another sip of red wine, but shook his head slightly. "Red wine with snails is a little bit better. It's delicious if it's accompanied by such champagne as bringer."

Next to the four people this meeting has been silly, completely silly! They all open their mouths and can't believe what they're seeing.

Although Qin Lang's clothes are still dirty, what he did just now seems to have completely changed him. He has changed from a country bumpkin to a gentleman. He is so elegant, so calm, and gentle from the inside to the outside!

Is this a member of a European royal family?

Oh, my God, it's so cool!

But at this time, Qin Lang suddenly said: "in fact, I usually have another more enjoyable way to eat."

Is there another way to have a good time? People don't understand.

Qin Lang put down his wine cup, picked up another snail, and then threw it directly into his mouth.

At the moment when the four nearby were shocked, they heard "creak, creak", and the harsh sound of snail shell chewing came from Qin Lang's mouth.

With such a voice, Qin Lang smiles and stares at Yang Fucheng.

And his mouth was still biting rhythmically. Between the biting, there was the residual juice of the snail's flesh wrapped in the shell of the snail, and Qin Lang's white teeth.

"Sizzle -" the four people nearby are collectively breathing cold air. I can't imagine how hard the teeth that can chew the snail's shell have to be!

And Yang Fu's achievement is even more remarkable. He just feels that his soul is about to fly away. Qin Lang looks like a standard horror movie with this action It's scary!

If Qin Lang's elegant action before was like a gentleman, then Qin Lang has completely changed his face now, just like a terrible barbarian!

"Do you think this is a good way to eat?" Qin Lang put his head close to Yang Fucheng and said with a smile, snails and juice sprayed on each other's face.

"Good Ah, no, no good? " Yang Fucheng was scared to cry, incoherent.

"No? Don't you think it's a good way to eat? Why don't you give it to me in the way you think it's good? " Qin Lang questions and sprays snail dregs on the other side's face.

"OK, OK."

Yang Fucheng was so scared that he didn't think about it at all. He didn't even have time to wipe the snail dregs on his face. He helped Qin Lang pick up another snail with fear. He picked out the snail meat and handed it to Qin Lang himself.

"Poof!" Qin Lang sprayed Yang Fucheng with a mouthful of snail residue and juice, and then swallowed Yang Fucheng's snail meat.

"Well, this meat is more delicious than the previous two pieces."

Qin Lang takes back his body with a smile, and finally no longer looks at Yang Fucheng.

Yang Fucheng couldn't help but put up his hand to wipe the snail residue on his face and sweat all over his face. And he was already soaked in cold sweat.

The other two women are silly. Qin Lang is so tough!

And Cao Shuang secretly gives Qin Lang a thumbs up. Lang Ge is Lang Ge. There is no best, only better!

"Qin Lang, why are you so savage?" At last, Yu Manlin calmed down, patted the table and yelled.

"Man, Manlin, count, count." Yang Fucheng shouts out to Yu Manlin, for fear that Yu Manlin will annoy Qin Lang again. If Qin Lang turns out to be a moth again, it will be terrible!

"Fu Cheng, are you ok?" Yu Manlin then asked Yang Fucheng with concern.

"Nothing, nothing..."

Yang Fucheng shook his head. He didn't dare to say anything. He was scared to pee by Qin Lang at the bottom of his heart. Then he got up quickly, "I'll go to the bathroom."

"I'll go with you!" Yu Manlin also stood up and took Yang Fucheng away.

As soon as they turned around, there was a man behind them. Yu Manlin and the man ran into each other. They both hit each other hard.

But when they separated and looked at each other, Yu Manlin suddenly yelled, "Ma Jianhui, is that you?"

Xu Tong a listen to this name, the facial expression immediately changes greatly, raised head to see one eye, the shell tooth immediately ruthlessly bites together.

Qin Lang's face is also slightly changed. He thinks of this man, who should be Xu Tong's ex boyfriend. That night, he beat Xu Tong for pestering him.

At this time, he really saw the man's appearance.

Ma Jianhui is very white and handsome. He is over 1.8 meters tall and has a very good figure. At first glance, he is a very handsome man who can eat by his face."Little white face!" Qin Lang muttered in a low voice. He hates this kind of man who looks much more handsome than him.

"Brother, you're right. He's just a white face." Cao Shuang also came over, to Cao Shuang his beauty, of course, this kind of man is also abhorrent.

At this time, Ma Jianhui also recognized Yu Manlin, with a pair of handsome thick eyebrows wrinkled. Then he turned his head to look at Qin Lang's table. At a glance, he saw Xu Tong, his face changed and he was about to leave.

"Ma Jianhui, how dare you go?"

At this time, Yu Manlin grabbed Ma Jianhui's clothes and yelled out loud.

Suddenly, the crowd around was attracted by the cry.

"Let go!" Ma Jianhui shook his hand, then sneered at Manlin: "Yu Manlin, is this your territory? I'm not allowed to leave yet? "

"Hey, what are you doing, scaring my girlfriend? You want to die Yang Fucheng came up at this time and gave Ma Jianhui a big push. He was frightened just now and choked his stomach. He just took this Ma Jianhui to vent his anger.

"Want to fight?" Ma Jianhui's anger also came up. After a falter, he directly came up and raised his hand to Yang Fucheng.

Yang Fucheng was obviously not Ma Jianhui's opponent. He couldn't resist. He was pushed further by Ma Jianhui. If it wasn't for Yu Manlin, he almost fell down.

"You, you..." Yang Fucheng pointed out that Ma Jianhui was wilting again. He couldn't fight.

"Hum, a coward without quality!"

Ma Jianhui then glanced at Yang Fucheng with disdain and gave a cold hum. Then he cleans the dust off his clothes. He has practiced karate for several years and keeps fit. How can he be afraid of Yang Fucheng?

But he is in no hurry to go now.

Because he saw Xu Tong!