Chapter 3086 - 3086 Boss, Do I Look Like Strawberry Cake?
3086 Boss, Do I Look Like Strawberry Cake?
At the same time.
Qiao Nian had just arrived at Lan Pavilion to meet. Slim Waist Control.
“Boss, over here!!” Slim Waist. Control was still a dazzling bird. Upon seeing her, he immediately stood up and waved at her crazily, as if he were afraid that she couldn’t see him.
Morcover, his voice was full of energy, causing everyone to look in his direction.
Qiao Nian lowered her baseball cap, almost covering her entire face. Then, she slowly walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Slim Waist Control did realize he was being noisy and asked, “Boss, why are you covering your face? Do you have acne?”
“Give me a gla.s.s of warm water; Qiao Nian asked the waiter.
“Will do:
The waiter happened to hear his loud voice and secretly stared at the girl’s face as if he could see pimples. Fortunately, the girl had lowered her baseball cap and was also wearing a hoodie. Even though the waiter was very close, he could only see the girl’s superior jawline….
Qiao Nian felt someone staring at her. She ordered two cakes and returned the menu. Then, she glanced at the waiter standing there in a daze.
“Just these two will do. Her voice was cold and slightly hoa.r.s.e, with a hint of indifference.
The waiter often saw such people in Lan Pavilion and knew well that such customers were people they could not afford to offend. Even though the girl was dressed ordinarily, he did not dare to peek at her impudently. He hurriedly grabbed the menu and replied, “Alright, I’ll serve your food immediately:
After watching him leave, Qiao Nian placed an arm on the back of the chair and sat diagonally in her seat. She raised her head slightly, revealing her exquisite and outstanding face. Her cold almond-shaped eyes reflected Slim Waist Control’s ostentatious feathers and that handsome face comparable to a clueless fool. “You…” “What?” Slim Waist Control was about to go crazy from boredom. Now that Qiao Nian returned, he was full of desire to show off. He stared at her with s.h.i.+ning eyes, like a golden retriever waiting for praise.
Qiao Nian looked at his “praise me” expression and paused. … It’s fine!
Slim Waist Control was confused.
When the waiter brought her order, Qiao Nian picked up a small fork and cut a slice of the cake. She pushed the remaining piece to him. “Try it? I’ve been here a few times before. The cake here tastes good.”
Only the patissier’s craftsmans.h.i.+p was good in Lan Pavilion. Everything else was just average.
Slim Waist Control looked at the strawberry cake in front of him. His fork paused midair as he said, “Boss, since when did you like sweet food?”
Qiao Nian had already finished her dessert. Hearing this, she raised her head and arrogantly said, ‘I don’t like it, but when I saw you, I felt that I should eat something sweet to cus.h.i.+on myself.”
“What do you mean?” Slim Waist Control scratched the feathers on his head in confusion. “Are you implying I look like a strawberry cake? What kind of description is that?”
Why did Sun think of sweets when she saw him?
So he was sweet?
Slim Waist Control had just thought it through and was about to ask the girl when she spoke.
“Sugar stimulates the secretion of dopamine. It’s easy to feel happy!
Slim Waist Control wasn’t stupid. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to enter the Red Alliance. Just as Guan Yan had said, his brain was a little twisted. His brain circuits were different from that of ordinary
people.
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