Ke Jingheng picked up a glass of cocktail on the long table and took a sip, with a touch of mystery and pride in his beautiful eyes: "This... no comment, it's a secret between the two of us. I can only say that Meimei is right I'm very satisfied with my performance."
In fact, he really has nothing to say - because he doesn't have any at all! ! !
But the more he doesn't say anything, the more people think about it. Especially the last sentence he said left everyone with countless room for imagination.
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In another corner of the yard, there is a Mediterranean-style gazebo, surrounded by a layer of white gauze, gently swaying with the night wind. In the gazebo, there are a few long wicker chairs with a few antique pillows on them.
This place is relatively far from the center of the party, and there are basically no people there, only the sound of the subwoofer can be vaguely heard coming from a distance.
Amy enthusiastically took Luo Xiaoberry's hand, pressed her on the wicker chair, and took the initiative to bring her a side of fruit, a side of pastries and a glass of juice.
"Meimei, I know you are going to fly tomorrow, so I brought you a glass of juice." She handed the glass of juice to her, "This is a mixed drink made of avocado, kiwi, orange juice and strawberries. Drink it It can be beautiful!"
Luo Xiaoberry looked at the quilt of juice, took it calmly but didn't drink it. Although she likes strawberries very much, she hates kiwi fruit and is allergic to it. It's just because Amy is so enthusiastic, she can't say anything.
Amy saw that she just put it on the table without drinking, a trace of disappointment flashed in her blue eyes, and then she smiled again: "Meimei, why don't you drink it? Don't you like it? Do you want me to get you another cup? of?"
"No, no..." Luo Xiaoberry quickly waved her hand, "I just... want to eat something else, such as barbecue or something."
She made an excuse casually, stood up to get it, but was held down by Amy: "Let me get it for you! You are the protagonists of the party today!"
While talking, she had already stood up and walked out, turned her head and smiled at Luo Xiaoberry, her eyes fell on the glass of juice in front of Luo Xiaoberry.
Luo Xiaoberry watched her graceful figure disappear into the night, immediately took the glass of juice on Amy's seat, and gulped it down. Then, she put the glass in front of her on Amy's seat.
The colors of the two glasses of juice look similar, except that Amy's is pure orange juice, while Luoxiaoberry's is yellow with a little green because of the addition of kiwi and avocado. Under the dim moonlight, if there is no comparison reference, this subtle difference will not be found.
She did this because she didn't want Amy to feel that she didn't know how to be polite and let down the juice she worked so hard to get for herself. In order to give her face again, she ate more than half of the plate of pastries and fruits.
Just as she was eating happily, Amy came back with a plate of barbecue. She smiled and sat down opposite Luo Xiaoberry, and handed her a small fork: "This is a very famous German sausage, Meimei, try it."
When Luo Xiaoberry saw the food, his interest naturally increased, and he wiped out the plate of German sausages with a knife and fork.
Amy sat there elegantly and sexy, eating pastries and fruits in small bites, and occasionally took a sip of the juice in front of her.
Her gaze swept across the empty glass in front of Luo Xiaoberry, and her coquettish red lips drew a meaningful arc.