Watt?! Sweetheart is instantly Spartan, this is too cruel! Should this guy treat himself in such a disgusting way!

Let yourself sit on vomit and eat! Can ordinary humans think of this kind of thing? It must be no, who can do this kind of thing?

She sat down decisively opposite He Jiaming. He Jiaming raised his legs and raised his eyebrows, looked at her with contempt: "Miss Sweetheart, do you still think it's black?"

"No, it's pretty good here." She smiled all over her face.

Otherwise, this guy would definitely take himself out and throw him out of the door. Yes, he has always been so perverted and ruthless!

He Jiaming was very satisfied and felt that he had finally saved some face, so he ordered the manager: "Please bring the menu."

"Yes, Mr. He, please wait." The female manager left gracefully.

Sweetheart whispered: "Hey, I'll treat you."

"Shut up." He Jiaming glared at her fiercely.

Sweetheart said in wonder: "Why did I provoke you? You won't let me talk for the sake of God?"

"Because you vomited."

Sweetheart immediately had tears in his eyes - this is also called a reason? This is simply bullying people, okay!

"I'm really puzzled. Have you always been so unpopular with your words? You didn't die in your mouth and your unscrupulous behavior." He Jiaming commented mockingly.

"Don't you like me too?" Sweetheart mumbled and retorted.

He Jiaming was instantly choked and tender on the outside, looking like he was about to kill someone again.

Seeing that there was a knife in front of him, Shii Xin finally found that she felt that she could not speak so quickly, otherwise she might be poked into a sieve.

"When I didn't say it." She gestured in front of her mouth.

He Jiaming was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Her look of beating and pain made him want to slap her on the bed and bully her hard. When she shut up, he suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to sit opposite Shin-she, his eyes swept across her face from time to time, and then moved to the goblet in front of him.

The menu was brought in. He Jiaming pointed at Sweetheart. The female manager immediately handed over the menu that was as thick as bricks. Sweetheart couldn't catch any of them and almost slammed the bricks on his foot.

He Jiaming sat opposite and looked at her frivolous behavior, and couldn't help but wonder how Situ Qinglang, the nitpicking guy, endured this fool? Is it really because of his complementary personalities?

Sweetheart opened the first page and immediately widened his eyes.

One serving of foie gras costs 999 yuan. Did this goose grow up by eating gold? And since it’s 999 yuan, why can’t it be 1,000 yuan? Is this the rhythm of forcing Virgo to death?

Turning back a few pages, lobster 2,500 yuan is still a 20% discount on membership, snowflake beef 2,000 yuan per serving, the most ordinary pasta costs 525 yuan, and a tiramisu costs 364 yuan if you ask for it!

Sweetheart turned from beginning to end, and couldn't help but close silently. He Jiaming looked at her frightened look opposite her and couldn't help but start the taunting mode again: "Why, I haven't eaten it before?"

"I really haven't eaten anything." Sweetheart smiled and pushed the menu to him, "It's okay, you order it. I'm ready to clean the plates here!"

"From this tone, I chose the wrong place. Should I accompany you to have a meal tomorrow?" He Jiaming took the menu casually and said silly.

Sweetheart silently raised his middle finger in his heart - can you suffocate to death without mentioning this?

"Two portions of foie gras, two portions of baked snails, one portion of Spanish ham, one portion of cod with broccoli, one portion of lobster pasta, two portions of tiramisu, and one bottle of VeuveClicquotLa Grande Dame."

He Jiaming's English is also quite authentic, with a strong American style, and it sounds quite nice. He closed the menu gracefully, and then tapped the table with his fingers, no matter what.

Sweetheart asked curiously: "Did you have good academic performance when you were in school?"

He Jiaming looked at her in wonder: "Why do you think so?"

"Because I just heard you speak English fluently." Sweetheart answered with certainty.

He Jiaming looked at her calmly: "I'm sorry to let you down. Except for mathematics, all the rest of my college entrance examination was 40 points, with a full score of 150."

"..." Sweetheart thought silently in her heart.

"When I went to college, except for economics and mathematics, I had full marks, and everything else was a make-up exam."

"..." The college scumbag, sweetheart silently added a blow to the point in his heart.

"To be honest, it's useless to learn this thing. When you get to society, you will know that the things in the ivory tower are completely useless. It's far less likely to get a job by cultivating your own skills early."

"You said that because you grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth, right?" Sweetheart looked at him contemptuously, "It doesn't hurt when you stand and talk. You don't have to go to school and have a job."

He Jiaming leaned forward when he heard this, narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "I hate you guys the most. Even though I am not capable, I still think that those who are capable rely on their fathers. My money is earned every penny and has nothing to do with my family. I even earned the money from studying abroad by myself. Not every second generation is as unbearable as you think."

After hearing this, Tianxin felt like she was choked. Indeed, she thought He Jiaming... was raised by her family.

"I tell you, if you are self-reliant and feel that you have been lower than others since birth, then you will be done. Losing at the starting line does not refer to your origin, but to your mentality."

He Jiaming's point of view is full of banditry and domineeringness, which is completely different from Qinglang's down-to-earth and calmness. Sweetheart can feel the most essential difference between the two people from his words.

"Oh." She nodded seriously, "Thank you, Teacher He."

"Do you think I'm teaching to you? Do you know how many people want to invite me to give lectures but don't even have a door. You've made a lot of money today. Not only can I treat you to dinner, but I can also listen to me to reason."

"Then should I cry? Or I was so moved that I hugged your thighs?" Sweetheart asked with her head tilted.

He Jiaming smiled shamelessly: "You can be moved to hold my bird."

"..." Sweetheart stared at him with a red face: "He Jiaming, please don't say such things to a young woman."

As soon as she finished speaking, the appetizing salad and champagne were brought up before the meal. Sweetheart stared at the champagne bottle and Sparta said: "Is this wine?"

"If you drink champagne, you won't get drunk after drinking it a little. It tastes fruity and is suitable for girls to drink." He Jiaming explained.

"I don't want to drink..."

"Manager, please filter the pile of vomit she had just now and put it on." He Jiaming smiled so hard that he was so sad.

When Sweetheart almost vomited again after hearing this, she quickly surrendered: "I drink, I drink."
Chapter completed!