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Yang Luo lowered his head for a while and ate and drank like mad. After a while, he burped and covered his stomach and muttered, "I'm full. Why hasn't that dog come yet?"

Just after that, a voice with extreme atrophy came from the back of his body, "boss! Brother, I'm here."

Yang Luo was refreshed and said with a smile, "why did you come here? Your sister-in-law said she was hungry, so we ate some first."

"Sister in law?" Feng Kun looks at Wang Tong who is staring at Yang Luo angrily.

When Feng Kun saw Wang Tong, he knew that Yang Luo must be talking nonsense.

Yang Luo stood up and said, "let's go first. You can eat yourself."

Feng Kun waved his hand and said, "go." Yang Luo took Wang Tong and left.

Watching the two disappear, Feng Kun rubbed his hands and said, "today is a feast." Pick up the remaining half bottle of Rafael and drink, "Damn it! The boss is the boss. It's so luxurious to pick up girls. It's the 82 year old Rafael who drinks."

When he was excited about eating, the waiter came over and respectfully said, "Sir, here is the bill. Are you going to finish eating or now?"

"Patter!" Feng Kun's chopsticks fell on the table. This feeling was too uncomfortable. It was as if he was doing piston movement on a woman. Before the eruption, the woman suddenly kicked him out of bed.

Slowly turning his stiff neck, he asked cautiously, "did they not pay the bill just now?"

The waiter shook his head and said, "the gentleman said you'd like to pay."

Feng Kun really wants to slap himself hard. Why don't you have a long memory? When you were a child, this bastard calculated how many times and even fucking put you on the file.

When the waiter saw Feng Kun's appearance, he suddenly became alert and secretly waved his hand behind his back. Two security guards standing at the door came over and stood beside the waiter.

Feng Kun turned his head and looked at the only abalone left on the table. His eyes were fierce. He picked up chopsticks and put them in his mouth for a while. His throat rolled, he swallowed his mouth and stood up. "How much is it?"

The waiter said politely, "sixty-nine thousand eight."

Feng Kun stumbled almost to the ground and took out his bank card with trembling hands. "Swipe your card."

The waiter received it and said, "just a moment, sir."

After a short time, the waiter came back and returned the card to him. "Welcome next time."

Feng Kun is now speechless and tearful, clutching his bank card and walking towards the door with heavy legs, "my wife Ben, ah, lost 70000 yuan in this way. Yang Luo, such an asshole, actually asked me to pay." Although this boy hates Yang Luo so much, he doesn't have the courage to settle accounts with Yang Luo.

Yang Luo was driving and singing a song that even he could not understand. Wang Tong said helplessly, "did you just leave your friend there?"

Yang Luo laughed: "it's OK! I'm rich. A meal doesn't hurt my muscles or bones."

"That's why you can do such a wicked thing." Wang Tong said angrily.

Yang Luo cheekily said, "what is immorality? If you can save some, you can marry you in the future." When Wang Tong heard the boy talking nonsense again, he snorted and stopped talking.

After a while, Wang Tong couldn't help saying, "I ask you how much money you have to buy me a meal."

Yang Luo holds the steering wheel with one hand and fumbles in his pocket with the other. Wang Tong watched his hands fiddling in his pockets without speaking. After a while, the guy took out his hands and said, "just count."