Fang Chi had never heard of this restaurant lying down on Te'ang. He checked it with his mobile phone, but there was no information. He only mentioned it in a food post, saying that it was a restaurant that was very enjoyable for lazy people. The food was delicious but expensive.

Perhaps only a young master like Sun Wenqu, who is rich, leisurely and lazy, can find such a place.

However, Fang Chi didn't care what the restaurant looked like. He was in a very good mood now. He had been back to school for more than two months since he returned to school for more than two months. This was the happiest and comfortable time he was.

Now even if Sun Wenqu invites him to eat shit... he certainly won't go.

...

"Why don't you talk?" Sun Wenqu turned his head and asked.

"Ah?" Fang Chi came to his senses, "Ah."

"There is a gift in the back seat," Sun Wenqu said, "That gift box is American ginseng lozenges. Uncle Liangzi gave you...it's not all yours, one box is mine."

"Oh, thank him for me," Fang Chi turned his hand and took the gift box, and didn't look at it much, and then opened it directly, and was stunned, "Is this big box just a bottle?"

"If you feel tired, just hold one," Sun Wenqu smiled. "It must be more effective than the ones you used to bring to the mountains to feed the waste."

Fang Chi stuffed the bottle into his schoolbag: "Yes."

"I gave that little black box to you," Sun Wenqu said again.

"Oh," Fang Chi turned his hand and took the small box over, "Can it be removed now?"

"It's so funny. The one I just demolished was so easy. Why did you ask again now?" Sun Wenqu curled his lips, "It can be demolished every day."

"Oh," Fang Chi lowered his head and opened the small box. There was a white pen in the box, which was very beautiful and looked quite high-end. "Pen?"

"Pen," Sun Wenqu nodded, "Although I don't think it's very good to you, I really don't have time to choose a gift that suits you more."

"Thank you, I like it very much. It actually suits me," Fang Chi laughed, and then asked again, "Are you very busy now?"

"Yes," Sun Wenqu took a breath and exhaled slowly, "I have to be busy for a while."

"Will you always... live with my grandfather?" Fang Chi asked, holding a pen in his hand and turning back and forth.

"I didn't plan to change places before this round," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "but I won't always live there. After all, it's not too convenient. Let's talk about it later."

"…Oh." Fang Chi responded.

Sun Wenqu drove around for a while but hadn't arrived yet, and he kept looking out of the window.

Fang Chi looked at him for a long time and finally couldn't help asking: "Where is it? We just drove this road three minutes ago."

"Is that right?" Sun Wenqu raised his eyebrows and was silent for a while and was amused, "Sorry, I'm lost."

"Isn't this a restaurant you like very much? Can you still get lost?" Fang Chi was speechless.

"I haven't been there for several years," Sun Wenqu parked the car on the side of the road, took out his cell phone and called Ma Liang, "Quick, I'm lost... Go and have a meal while lying down, um, I'm here, I'm here... I'll take a look..."

Fang Chi leaned against the car door and looked at Sun Wenqu calling, while the pen in his hand was still spinning.

It didn't feel like it was long time. When I looked at Sun Wenqu, I felt like "long time no see", and I felt the joy of reunion after a long time and a little uncomfortable feeling.

It's hard to describe.

Sun Wenqu probably was going back to the city today, so he was not as casual as before in the countryside. In the thick coat, there was a dark smoke-gray sweater, black casual pants and black short boots, which looked clean and handsome.

It's not that snake-like.

Uncle Liangzi quickly showed Sun Wenqu the way. In case, he asked Sun Wenqu to hand over the phone to Fang Chi, and told Fang Chi again to hang up the phone.

Sun Wenqu drove for a while, and Fang Chi looked around and finally seemed to be able to find a high-end restaurant.

This area is full of various clubs, five, six, seven, eight-star hotels, and many high-end communities. The gates are bigger than the other like competitions. I feel that the square dance aunt will like it very much.

The car stopped in a small street, and Sun Wenqu turned off the car: "It's here."

"Just stop here?" Fang Chi was stunned. Sun Wenqu's car happened to be parked at the front entrance of the Renren Restaurant.

"Let them help stop, so that we can show that we are lazy enough." Sun Wenqu got out of the car.

Fang Chi got out of the car with his schoolbag, thought about it and stuffed the pen into his inner pocket of the jacket, and then threw the schoolbag back into the car.

This restaurant is not very eye-catching. It looks like the door is quite pastoral. It only uses a wooden sign next to the door and says: Lying down. The words are similar to those written by elementary school students.

Fang Chi followed Sun Wenqu into the restaurant. A waiter came over and took Sun Wenqu’s car keys and went out.

"Mr. Sun, you ordered a seat on the second floor, please come with me." A waiter took them upstairs.

Fang Chi could already feel the style of this restaurant from the waiter's clothes, with loose and casual uniforms and a pair of thick and soft fluffy slippers on his feet.

The stairs are also very soft, with thick carpets and even the railings are covered with fluff.

"Are you sleepy?" Sun Wenqu turned around and asked him in a low voice.

"Not sleepy," Fang Chi looked around, "I just felt a little worried."

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu looked at him.

"This restaurant will go bankrupt in the summer," said Fang Chi.

Sun Wenqu was stunned for a moment, then he was happy and laughed for a while: "I'll change the decoration in summer."

"Corruption." Fang Chi twitched.

Following the waiter forward, Fang Chi found that the second floor was quite large, with a glass-topped glass wall, and there were warm yellow light everywhere. There were many thick round cushions casually placed beside the wall, and several children brought by the guests were sitting on it to play.

If you look closely, you will find that the lockers are not the kind you are accustomed to, but are small spaces separated by cotton-clad partitions, and the styles are also different.

Some are large hanging baskets, some are reclining chairs, some are large cotton ring pads in doghouse shape, and some look like extra-large baby baskets...

Fang Chi sighed a little. The owner of this restaurant almost collected the comfort and facilities that everyone wanted when they were lazy.

It's really suitable for snake eggs like Sun Wenqu who are usually not standing.

But he also began to worry about whether he would actually order a bed and then lie on the bed to eat with Sun Wenqu’s crazy style... He had never eaten anything while lying down, and once he was thirsty and lazy in the middle of the night, so he poured the cup directly.

Then go dry the pillows after getting up.

"This is the seat you ordered," the waiter stopped. "Please wait, the appetizing little one will come soon."

"Thank you." Sun Wenqu nodded.

After the waiter turned around and walked away, Fang Chi took a closer look at the "seat".

A pit.

There is a square pit covered with soft velvet, one side is oblique and thick velvet is also covered with thick velvet, and there is a plane below, which is probably sitting.

Eat leaning against it?

Eat while sitting ups?

"Take off your clothes," Sun Wenqu pushed him, "Take off your shoes."

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned for a moment before reacting, took off his coat and hung it on the wall, and took off his shoes. "You didn't ask me in advance if my feet smelled."

"If it's really interesting, you'll know at your grandfather's house," Sun Wenqu also took off his coat and shoes. "Go down quickly, I'll stretch my waist."

"This place can be stretched..." Fang Chi stepped into the pit with one leg. Seeing the shallow pit, it sank a lot of sank down, Fang Chi was shocked and almost fell into the pit, "Oh!"

"It's comfortable." Sun Wenqu got out of the pit, sat on the small platform beside the pit, then lay back, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I haven't realized it yet," Fang Chi looked at the pit. It was probably a two-person seat. There was no other place to sit next to Sun Wenqu. So he sat down next to Sun Wenqu, hesitated for a moment, and lay back. Then he couldn't help but close his eyes and breathe a sigh of relief, "Oh..."

"Is it comfortable?" Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Yeah." Fang Chi responded, it was quite comfortable. The angle of the inclined surface was very suitable, with a slight depression in the middle, so that the waist and back could be filled just in time, and the feet were wrapped in thick fluff.

"I book this seat every time I come," Sun Wenqu turned his head, "I don't want to move when I lie down."

"Then..." Fang Chi also turned his head. When he saw Sun Wenqu's eyes, he suddenly felt a little dazed, and instantly forgot what he was going to say.

"What?" Sun Wenqu asked.

Fang Chi had to turn his face away and rushed forward, paused for a while before saying, "How can you eat in the future?"

Sun Wenqu smiled, took two cushions from the pit and stuffed them behind him, and leaned firmly: "Eat this way."

Fang Chi followed his appearance and leaned at the pit in front of him: "Where is the table?"

Sun Wenqu touched the wall of the pit with his hand. He probably pressed a switch and a dining board turned out from the wall of the pit. He just turned to the person and stopped. He tapped the board with his fingers: "You have one too, and it's just right to put it together."

"It's corrupt," Fang Chi touched, found the switch, pressed out the dining board on his side, and closed the piece of Sun Wenqu, "Eat this way."

After the table was set up, neither of them spoke again, and Fang Chi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He and Sun Wenqu were basically leaning against each other, because their posture was too comfortable, so they seemed a little... intimate. As long as they moved their arms, they could touch Sun Wenqu. In fact, they were still next to each other. Similarly, they also had legs.

You can feel the other person's state in this breath, which makes him feel indescribable. He is embarrassed, nervous, but enjoys it very much. He may feel unhappy when he sits opposite him.

"How is this review progressing?" Sun Wenqu suddenly asked.

The sound was right in my ears, with distinct small particles swept through his neck one by one.

"It's...right, that's pretty good," Fang Chi suddenly felt his breathing tight, and he didn't even dare to turn his head. He stared at a painting on the opposite wall, "Well, it's pretty good, there's progress."

The cat is drawn.

I feel that it is not as good as Sun Wenqu’s paintings.

Yes, Sun Wenqu is very beautiful.
To be continued...