The situation on the street today interprets an old song, "Lonely people are shameful." Many couples walk on the road with their hands holding hands, holding hands in their arms. In the arms of girls, they usually hold a bouquet of flowers, and those who are alone seem to be consciously walking on the side of the road.

Like Huang Jingping, Feng Yiping was also thinking that some of the flowers for these people must have been bought in their own store. Before coming out, I received a call and there were basically no flowers left in the store. Of course, there was still a lot of chocolate in stock.

This profoundly illustrates a problem. In this game of men and women chasing, the man is indeed more proactive. Moreover, today, there should be many girls who have received more than a bouquet of flowers.

What he didn't expect was that the company's small building was very lively today, with cars parked on both sides, from Xiali to BMW, of different grades. There was a man next to the car who dressed very gracefully in such a cold weather, from over twenty to forty, and of different ages.

These men were a little unhappy when they saw a car with a license plate in other places driving directly to the door downstairs. Where did the local bully come from? Do you think that by relying on the good car, you can come to the capital to go wild?

However, strangely, the security guard downstairs did not ask him to remove the car very politely, but instead greeted the people in the car with a smile. What's going on?

After a while, they understood that because the people who came out of the building were all greeting the people in the car enthusiastically. It seemed that they were either partners or supervisors in the company.

Huang Jingping and Fang Yingzhi, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, were joking and got off the elevator. They saw the car at the door at a glance. They let go of Fang Yingzhi's hand and walked over with a smile, "Didn't there be any flowers?"

Feng Yiping helped her open the car door, "It's in the back seat."

Huang Jingping smiled and hugged the bouquet in front of her chest, squinted her eyes and sniffed it, "This is almost the same!"

Sure enough, no girl would care about this today.

"Let's go and take you to a big meal,"

"Okay." Huang Jingping put on her seat belt and waved to Fang Yingzhi who had been watching by the car, "Goodbye Yingzhi!"

"Goodbye," Fang Yingzhi also said with concern, "Drink less wine tonight."

As soon as Feng Yiping started, he heard a man beside him shouting, "Yingzhi, here." A burly man in his thirties shouted happily at Fang Yingzhi and opened the car door attentively.

Fang Yingzhi looked at Feng Yiping and the others, walked over and got into the car with a smile.

The burly man was a little excited and ran to the driver's seat eagerly and stuffed himself in, "You are so beautiful today!" He praised.

"Thanks!"

But the car couldn't move at this time. As the crowds of people came out after get off work, the cars that received people started to be driven one by one. There was some congestion. Fang Yingzhi looked at Feng Yiping and the others' cars walking away and suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Boss Yang, I remember that there is still a document to be processed in the office to be processed at night, so I have to go up and get it."

"It's okay. I'll wait for you."

After waiting, until all the cars and people left, Fang Yingzhi still didn't get out. Finally, he waited for Fang Yingzhi's call, "I'm sorry, Boss Yang. I'm so unlucky. I was caught by my boss just temporarily. I'll help him get an important document. I can't have dinner with you tonight. Next time, I will definitely treat you next time."

Fang Yingzhi was upstairs, watching Boss Yang get out of the car and walk into the building, and then came out in disappointment after a while - he must have been stopped by the security guard. He looked upstairs a few times unwillingly, and then he returned to the car unwillingly. When he drove away, he made a harsh sound. I guess Boss Yang's mood would be the same at this time.

This boss surnamed Yang was known to her when she was negotiating the store. She was a "demolition generation". The yard passed down from her ancestors was demolished and several houses and stores were compensated. Shortly after seeing her, she found reasons to treat her to dinner every few days, but she did not agree at once.

There is no way, Boss Yang’s model is really not the one she likes.

Let’s not talk about the taste of the food, I have to say that in terms of adjusting the atmosphere, Western restaurants are indeed more popular than most Chinese restaurants. Especially tonight, except for the few lamps left on the restaurant walls, the table is illuminated with candles, plus the flowers decorated everywhere and elegant and gentle piano music, the entire restaurant really creates a romantic atmosphere.

The pairs of people who were dining were also whispering softly, looking at their other half affectionately, with many holding hands on the table.

"You said, can you encounter someone proposing tonight?" Huang Jingping whispered.

"Maybe," Feng Yiping replied, probably many people are planning to do this tonight.

But he was secretly complaining in his heart that he was so traitorous! Such an arrangement saved even the electricity bill.

There was a bottle in the set meal saying it was French dry red. When he was sobering, Feng Yiping stopped the waiter and said, "It's good to pour half of it. I'll take the rest back to make sangria wine."

The waiter did as he asked if he was half aware of it. Huang Jingping was a little puzzled, "What is sangria wine?"

“To put it simply, add Sprite to the wine.”

"Oh," Huang Jingping understood. As long as Feng Yiping said that, she thought it was fine.

The waiter who poured the wine was a little unsteady at the moment, and there was a sneering sneer on the table behind them.

This is actually a completely copy of the restaurants of foreign Western restaurants. It is one of the unconforming places. In terms of privacy protection, it is not even as good as the noodle restaurant at home.

Feng Yiping was too lazy to pay attention to the table behind him. He didn't believe that there are really many people in China who can get used to the sourness of dry red and appreciate the pure fruity fragrance inside. If they were not born in a Western family or had been abroad for many years, most of them swayed with cups, they would probably be pretending to be 13.

"Did you know, adding fruit and juice to it is the Spanish national wine, sangria."

The sneer behind him stopped abruptly, and a female whispered, "Is this true?"

Just a little bit! Feng Yiping was too lazy to listen to their next conversation with his ears. Compared with me, you are the real rustic!

Both of them were not very quick to use knife and fork. Feng Yiping was better, and Huang Jingping learned from Feng Yiping. However, there was nothing to be embarrassing. Don’t you see that the foreigners used chopsticks when eating Chinese food were so weird that old-fashioned people like Feng Zhenchang wanted to hit someone after seeing it. But Feng Yiping didn’t think that they were rude behavior, they were just a habit.

This meal is indeed a kind of atmosphere. Girls seem to like this kind of tune, and Huang Jingping is the same. She spends little time eating and most of the time talking to Feng Yiping.

However, what made Feng Yiping breathe a sigh of relief was that no one of them knelt down to propose marriage or hid the ring in the dish all night.

After eating, the taste was pretty good, but the small portion was outrageous after-dinner dessert. Feng Yiping really carried the half bottle of wine out. Even if he didn't mix Sprite, he couldn't afford this dark-hearted restaurant.

When he went back, he specifically asked Huang Jingping to drive. While she was parking, he quickly ran into the house and locked the door.

Huang Jingping pushed the door open and guessed that he might be doing something inside. She smiled and waited quietly.

She could hear all the sounds he was going up and down the stairs, "Slow down!"

After a while, Feng Yiping said to her in the room, "Close your eyes,"

Haha, it was quite serious. Huang Jingping closed her eyes as she said, Feng Yiping opened the door, covered her eyes with her hands, and led her into the house, "You can open your eyes now!"

When Huang Jingping opened her eyes, although she was prepared, she couldn't help but say "Wow".

The lights were not turned on at home. Two rows of red candles were lit up along the stairs, and they were aromatherapy. On both sides of each step, there was a bouquet of bright red roses. At the beginning of the stairs, there was also a heart-shaped arch made of various balloons. This is really a scene that only happens in the movie!

She looked at Feng Yiping happily, "Is this why you asked me to have dinner at the company at noon?"

Feng Yiping nodded, "Do you like it?"

"I like it so much!" Huang Jingping hugged Feng Yiping's neck and took the initiative to send a fragrant kiss, "I want you to carry me up,"

Who would refuse such a request?

When he was going up the stairs, Huang Jingping's breathing became more and more rapid, and her hands were groping on Feng Yiping in a regular manner. When he entered the bedroom, he saw the heart shape made of candles lit on the ground, another heart shape made of balloons on the wall of the bed, and the heart pattern made of rose petals on the bed, and the whole person was about to melt.

However, when lying on the bed, Huang Jingping suddenly turned over and sat on Feng Yiping. Is this the rhythm of the serf turning over to be the master?

A lot of candle shadows shook red, and the waves were turned red...

After a long time, Huang Jingping's shoulder was exposed outside the quilt, and her face was flushed on Feng Yiping's chest, without saying anything, and her right hand was drawing circles on his chest.

"Cover the quilt and be careful of catching a cold," Feng Yiping kissed her on the head and covered her with love.

Huang Jingping hummed happily a few times, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Feng Yiping with a burning heart, and said in a sweet and greasy voice, "Yiping, why don't we have a baby!" (To be continued...)

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