Sweetheart really doesn’t understand why men always like to do that kind of thing?

Although Situ Qinglang was not considered a decent person in the past, he was dressed in a pretty face. But why did he just get a certificate in less than two hours? He was thinking about hypocritical things that he couldn't stand it at all!

Could it be that she is too out?

Situ Qinglang called Ma Weiwei and asked about the location of the hotel they had booked. As soon as the phone rang, he saw Tianxin's vigilant eyes. He couldn't laugh or cry: "Look at me, it looks like I'm looking at a beast in a dress."

"You were." Sweetheart squinted at him, "You always think about that kind of thing."

"What kind of thing is that kind of thing?" Situ Qinglang asked knowingly.

Sweetheart blushed and muttered, "Then that kind of thing is that you know in your heart anyway, but I think we are developing a little too fast, and I can't accept it."

"What else can you not accept after you have received the certificate?" Situ Qinglang knocked on her head and ate it hard on her mouth. "I am also an old virgin. Consider my feelings. Besides, I clearly remember that you were at your house once before, and you were crying and clamoring to sacrifice yourself. Why did you give up again?"

"..." Sweetheart's head was smoking and he stopped talking in a depressed manner, thinking to himself, could you please stop mentioning the past! At that time, my mind was stuck in the door!

Situ Qinglang was about to drive when she saw her expression of eating flies on her face, so she found her conscience rarely and stopped teasing her.

He thought for a while and asked considerately: "Are you afraid?"

"A little..." Sweetheart admitted honestly, "I don't know, and Ma Weiwei said it will hurt...I am I, I am a little afraid of it."

Her dodging eyes really made Situ Qinglang unable to bear it. Coupled with her pitiful tone of speaking, Situ Qinglang's eyes darkened and she wanted to get things done in the car on the spot.

"Don't be afraid." Situ Qinglang comforted her, "I don't know, either, we can learn it once."

"..." Sweetheart was speechless. Is there anyone who comforts people like this?

"And I promise I won't hurt you. If it hurts, then you'll bite the towel."

"..." Sweetheart gave up on the idea of ​​communicating with Situ Qinglang and said powerlessly, "You, you should drive, I'm hungry."

Situ Qinglang almost laughed out loud. He decisively started the car and rushed to the hotel. He hummed songs for the first time along the way, and his mood was so good that he was overwhelmed.

"Ouch." Sweetheart was surprised, "You can still sing pop songs?"

"..." This time it was Situ Qinglang's turn to be speechless. Why did this say exactly the same as Qingqing said?

"Don't everyone in your army sings the green flowers in the army? Come, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one-" Sweetheart covered her belly and fell on the seat.

Situ Qinglang glanced at her sideways: "Do you know what 'If you don't commit suicide, you won't die? Just laugh. I'll deal with you well when I get home in the evening. Now let you enjoy your mouth first."

"That's called 'nozuonodiewhyyoutry', my dear long-legged uncle." Sweetheart curled his lips in disgust, "You're out, we don't speak Chinese now!"

I drove to the private restaurant that Ma Weiwei ordered. The grade is similar to that of Heyuan. It is located in the imperial garden of a royal garden in Beiting City, and it is not easy to find.

Sweetheart looked at the view outside the car window and asked puzzledly: "Did you take me here for lunch? Come and eat the air?"

"You will know later." Situ Qinglang found a place to park.

It was lunch time, and although the price was expensive, there were many people. Situ Qinglang parked the car and brought Sweetheart into the door. When Sweetheart saw that the ancient decoration was higher than that of Heyuan, he instantly became Spartan.

Oh my god, she felt that she had transformed into the Qing Dynasty princess!

The waiter dressed in a palace maid led the two to a private room. When Situ Qinglang entered the door, the Ma brother and sister were arguing with Situ Qingqing over the "position" of the newlywed couple who were about to appear.

"I bet on you a lollipop with you, sweetheart is here!" Ma Weiwei slapped the table and sweared, "It's the first time they both have no experience in the magic horse. How difficult do you expect to play?"

"Impossible, it's because the first time, the second young master must have done the job while taking a shower. How could he bear to get the bed?!" Ma Sheng answered while playing the mobile game.

"You two don't know my second brother at first glance. With my second brother's personality, you will definitely adjust it well. Teach me a little sweetheart. One posture is too low and does not fit my second brother's aura!" Situ Qingqing waved her hand and brought her dear second brother who was standing at the door with a colorful face, and the "little sweetheart" with a flushed face.

"The chat was quite lively." Situ Qinglang said in a silence.

"Puff..." Ma Weiwei sprayed out a mouthful of tea and quickly met her doggy-legged, and turned from a daughter of the Ma family to a rude little slap hall. "The second young master is here, come, please sit down."

Situ Qinglang took his sweetheart without hesitation, took a sip of tea, and knocked on the table: "I heard you were having a lot of chat just now, why didn't you continue? That topic is quite interesting."

"That's not true. I'm afraid that the second young master will be angry and overturn the table. Not only will I pay for the meal today, but I have to accompany them to this excellent mahogany table." Ma Weiwei had no strong flattery at all.

Situ Qinglang smiled and turned to Ma Sheng: "When did you come? I didn't see you in the morning."

"I've been sitting in the car and watching the movies all the way is so amazing, comparable to an American blockbuster." Ma Sheng sighed, "I remember Jiaming and the three of us bet on who would get married first. I also said you must be the last one, but I didn't expect you to be so fast."

This is true. Situ Qinglang himself did not expect that he would get married before he was 30 years old. At first, he thought that he would have to be almost 40 years old. It seems that fate is really unstoppable.

The waiter knew the winks very well. When he saw the host and the guest were on duty, he immediately asked, "Will the food be served?"

"Go up." Situ Qinglang replied.

The fruit plate and refreshments in it were removed, and the waiter started to serve the Beijing dishes, and every time he gave the dish, he would register the name of the dish. Sweetheart listened with his ears, and only heard the waiter say, "This was what Cixi liked to eat back then" and "that was what Emperor Kangxi ordered back then"...

Among the exquisite blue and white porcelain tableware, the food is just a little bit, full of color, fragrance and taste. She was afraid that she would not be able to eat enough. She swallowed her mouth jealously, thinking to myself, my god, this must be very expensive...

First, the waiter handed over a sterilized towel for the belated guests to wipe their hands, then closed the door and went out, waiting at the door.

Situ Qinglang picked up the teacup. It was rare to talk too much today. He thanked him: "Thank you for your help all the time, otherwise I and Shinxin would definitely not be the same today. I will use tea instead of wine. I wish you all the best, especially Ma Weiwei. Thanks to your introduction to me and Shinxin, I am really grateful."
Chapter completed!