Ji Fanyin flipped through the menu.
No matter what Song Shiyu, who was sitting across from her, was thinking about, in short, the restaurant he chose was very tasteful.
- Just look at the price.
And today's "dating" consumption was met in Song Dynasty anyway, and Ji Fanyin specifically confirmed it to him just now.
The only troublesome thing is that at this moment she can only order dishes that Ji Xinxin likes.
For the sake of not having to pay, Ji Fanyin can bear it.
Hmm... Just order this creamy mushroom soup, basil shrimp balls, and this fruit wood slow-cooked rib-eye steak. As for the drink, you can taste the lychee and cherry blossoms according to Ji Xinxin's taste.
Ji Fanyin, who had selected the meal, looked up at the man who was sitting across the table with an uneasy expression, and asked him suspiciously and worriedly, "What's the matter, are you losing your appetite? If you can't eat it, don't force it, let's go back?"
Of course, there will be no refunds if the service is terminated early.
Song Shiyu's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He looked at Ji Fanyin deeply, as if to see through the mask on her face: "When did you start preparing—forget it, it doesn't matter."
"Of course it doesn't matter." Ji Fanyin fiddled with the menu and smiled at Song Shiyu, "Our transaction is very simple, you don't need to think about anything, just treat me as another person during this period, you are not always Think I wasn't like her enough before? Am I enough now?"
Song Shiyu narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What I'm asking you for is not a troublesome exchange," Ji Fanyin smiled lightly while holding her chin. "It won't cause any trouble for you by leaking secrets to my sister. You don't have to look forward to it."
Song Shiyu, who was sitting opposite, let out a mocking sneer.
"Besides, someone like you, who is so inconsistent in appearance, who has always only been polite in front of my sister, doesn't have a thought in her heart often?"
"… what thoughts?"
"'If she knew my true character, would she hate me?'" Ji Fanyin said calmly.
"... Ji Fanyin." Song Shiyu sat up in warning.
"Don't be nervous, I said I won't tell her." Ji Fanyin spread her hands, "You don't dare to face her, but I can fulfill this fantasy for you—if it really doesn't work, let's stop there for today. ."
Song Shiyu can be said to be a genuine two-faced person. Judging from his extravagance and modesty when socializing, few people know what kind of rotten person he is in private.
People who hide themselves so deeply are really not suitable for deep friendship.
It's okay to maintain a friendly relationship with his equally bottomless wallet.
Song Shiyu listened quietly for a long time, then hooked the corners of his mouth as if he had figured it out, his expression relaxed: "Ji Fanyin, you brought this up, don't regret it later."
Ji Fanyin smiled: "No, don't worry."
Song Shiyu turned his eyes away and pressed the service bell on the table to call the waiter.
As if abandoning some burden, he thoughtfully and tenderly asked Ji Fanyin what dishes he wanted. After the two ordered the order, they chatted about the recent daily life like old friends for many years.
Ji Fanyin studied Ji Xinxin's circle of friends and Weibo overnight, and she responded fluently, but more often she played a qualified listening role.
—If you want to ask why, of course there is only one reason.
Men are too eager to express themselves in front of the women they like.
When Song Shiyu continued to talk about his work and life sentence by sentence, Ji Fanyin smiled and used a clean knife and fork to deliver the disassembled mussels to his plate.
Song Shiyu's voice stopped.
"What's wrong?" Ji Fanyin looked up at him suspiciously, "Didn't you always think that mussels are not easy to remove, so you don't like to eat outside? That's fine, right?"
Song Shiyu stared at her so hot that it felt like it could leave a mark on her skin.
After a few seconds, Song Shiyu said slowly, "No, I didn't expect to be noticed by you... Thank you."
"We are friends." Ji Fanyin neatly took out the other two mussels and put them on Song Shiyu's plate before continuing to eat his own steak.
"...A friend who just knelt down and courted you yesterday?" Song Shiyu asked suddenly.
Ji Fanyin hesitated for a moment.
She was thinking about what Song Shiyu's words meant.
If it was the real Ji Xinxin, she would definitely refuse Song Shiyu again in embarrassment... But there is a problem here.
Ji Fanyin plays "Ji Xinxin, who Song Shiyu wanted".
In other words, maybe Song Shiyu wants to add fantasy play to the stand-in play
This service is not impossible to provide.
Ji Fanyin spent two seconds clearing her thoughts, then raised her eyes shyly and asked Song Shiyu, "Can we eat first, and then discuss the answer to this question after eating?"
Song Shiyu lowered his eyelashes: "...Of course."
Ji Fanyin was able to eat a western meal that cost thousands of people per capita, and it was a waste.
When it was time to check out, Song Shiyu really took the initiative to take the bill from the waiter, and paid the bill without blinking.
Ji Fanyin kept staring at him, and when the man turned his head and raised his eyebrows at her, he smiled and cheered: "Men are very handsome when they pay the bill."
The corners of Song Shiyu's mouth twitched slightly, barely visible: "Going for a walk to digest? The lakeside scenery is very good."
Ji Fanyin held up three fingers towards Song Shiyu and pressed them down one by one under his puzzled gaze.
Three, two, one.
Ji Fanyin's cell phone, which had not moved during this lunch, beeped.
The gentle and gentle smile on Ji Fanyin's face disappeared in a second, she picked up the vibrating mobile phone from the table, and gave Song Shiyu a look at the countdown on the screen: "It's time. "
Song Shiyu's expression seemed to have just been hit with a baseball bat on the back of his head.
Ji Fanyin smiled and turned off the countdown sound: "Welcome next time."
Next time... Song Shiyu will of course come again, he was already addicted to it in less than half an hour.
Ah, what kind of love is there for a man who will find a substitute
Ji Fanyin picked up her bag and walked outside the box. After just two steps, she stopped: "I almost forgot, there are two after-sales investigations I want to ask Master Song - but if you don't plan to meet me again, I will Don't ask. How do you feel?"
Song Shiyu stared at Ji Fanyin without saying a word.
Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows: "It doesn't seem necessary, so let's block each other now to show our innocence?"
Song Shiyu squeezed Ji Fanyin's expected response word by word from his teeth: "I can afford this money."
"Okay, question 1: It's more convenient to keep this relationship underground, right?" Ji Fanyin asked bluntly, "Otherwise, everyone knows that my sister is abroad, but you and I often meet and are seen, Isn't it bad to hear it in her ears?"
"Of course." Song Shiyu replied without thinking.
His fingers irritably played with the fountain pen that had just signed the bill, from index finger to last finger, and then from the last finger to the index finger anxiously.
"Understood, then next time I hear a proposal like 'the lakeside scenery is very good', I'll know how to answer." Ji Fanyin ignored Song Shiyu's expression, and then asked, "Question 2: Do you want me to play my sister? Hang out with you, or stay friends?"
Song Shiyu sneered: "Ji Fanyin, you want to associate with me in her identity, right?"
"Then let me ask another question," Ji Fanyin didn't get angry, she smiled, "Do you want this acting relationship to be the same as reality, or to follow your fantasy? For example, when you mentioned yesterday's incident, she could agree to become a Your person? After that, she's your girlfriend, can date you, call you, show love to each other...all of that."
Song Shiyu's eyes froze for a moment in Ji Fanyin's slow narration, and the signature pen fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.
With a bang, the pen fell to the ground.
Song Shiyu also seemed to be awakened by this sound, and he said mockingly, "Put away your tricks, Ji Fanyin, I will not associate with you."
"Understood, next time this happens again, I will reject you as she did." Ji Fanyin bent over to pick up the pen and handed it to Song Shiyu.
When Song Shi met a ghost, he stretched out his hand to pick it up.
But Ji Fanyin put the pen directly on the table, and frivolously made a phone call gesture to Song Shiyu: "See you next time, remember to make an appointment."
"Who else would eat your tail wagging begging for pity besides me?" Song Shiyu asked.
"It's hard to say," Ji Fanyin thought about it seriously and replied, "I develop other customers, what's your business?"
Song Shiyu's face darkened visibly.
Ji Fanyin waved her hand indifferently, and left the private room alone. The waiter at the door gave him a strange look, as if wondering why they didn't leave together.
As long as Song Shiyu was not so addicted to the chat just now and left ten minutes earlier, Ji Fanyin could accompany him to leave the restaurant.
But Song Shiyu fell into a fake role after a brief tangle, and he didn't even notice the change in time, if not...
Ji Fanyin, who was staring at the phone screen, stopped abruptly.
Just now, she subconsciously opened [The Temptation to Go Home] and took a look, but the numbers inside had changed drastically.
I clicked on the details and saw that it was Song Shiyu's contribution to the emotional income, which was a full 90,000.
Although I don't know what emotional struggle Song Shiyu experienced in his mind during the three hours, but...
golden leek get√
With loving eyes, Ji Fanyin specially created a group of [customers] in the address book. After pulling Song Shiyu into it, he set up the function of prompting during the do-not-disturb period of the mobile phone for this group.
She hummed a little tune and went to the nearest Mai Lao Dessert Station to buy cones, wondering when Song Shiyu couldn't help calling her for the second time to make an appointment
Shouldn't it be long
After all, Song Shiyu's birthday is coming, and Ji Xinxin can't rush back from Paris to celebrate his birthday.