I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Wow, that guy is so handsome. This is the first time I have seen a man who wears the simplest combination of white shirt and black trousers so beautifully."

"My mom, those legs are too long, I can't resist this kind of handsome guy with long legs. Can this be a star who has just debuted, really handsome."

"I think the thin, tall boy next to him is also very good. It looks good, it's the little baby dog ​​I like."

"The woman with them is also beautiful, the facial features are so delicate, the skin is so good. You see, she is white and shiny. Just now she came close to me and I looked at it, and she had no pores on her face. , The skin is delicate and bursting!"

"What kind of fairy face is this? Let go, let me take a set of clear pictures and go back to lick the screen."

"I just want to know who the woman is! Why can she hug two super handsome guys from left to right!"

Qiao Mianmian didn't know that she had become someone's "eye-catcher."

She was holding Mo Yesi in one hand and Qiao Chen in one hand, and was still happily discussing what to order for a while.

Walking outside the hot pot restaurant, she smelled the familiar butter smell, and she was almost greedy drooling.

"In a while I will order three signature Maodu! Eat one at a time! I will order three toothpicks of beef and eat it at once! The duck blood here is also delicious, and there are coriander balls, special black tofu, Aw, I really want to eat it right away!"

Qiao Chen also swallowed, and looked at his sister's greedy appearance, he whispered to remind: "Sister, please pay attention to the image, the brother-in-law is still there."

Qiao Mianmian remembered this, she didn't seem to have asked Mo Yesi's opinion.

She consulted with Qiao Chen and came to the hot pot restaurant.

The man beside him didn't express any opinion from beginning to end, and he didn't know if he liked hot pot.

"Er, Mo Yesi, do you like hot pot?" Qiao Mianmian thinks she still needs to consult him.

The man next to him looked down at her: "Well."

"That would be great." Qiao Mianmian said a bit impatiently: "Then let's go in quickly. There are many people at night, and there is not necessarily a place. This restaurant is the best and most authentic of all the hot pot restaurants I have eaten. You will definitely like it."

Qiao Mianmian is very confident in the food he shares.

She also ate no less than twenty or thirty hot pot restaurants, only to find one with the most authentic taste.

When Jiang Luo was taken away and eaten once, the girl was shocked.

In the hot pot restaurant, the butter flavor mixed with chili and pepper flavors will come out from time to time. For people like Qiao Mianmian who love hot pot, they naturally feel very fragrant and smell good, but Mo Yesi never loves spicy food. People smell this smell, but only feel uncomfortable.

But he glanced at the small face of the person next to him, and pursed his lips, and said nothing.

She likes it so much, if he says he doesn't like eating, he must be very disappointed.

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When I arrived at the hot pot restaurant, the lobby was already crowded, and there were no more than 100 people waiting in line.

Qiao Chen glanced at this posture, frowned, and whispered with Qiao Mianmian: "Sister, so many people, you have to wait in line for a long time. How about we change?"

Qiao Mianmian also glanced at the black crushed head and tangled: "However, other restaurants are not as good as this one. Come here, or wait again? Maybe a lot of tables will be finished at the same time, and soon It's our turn."