Chapter 38 [Awesome Waiter]

Fang Wenjie felt that the young man in front of him was pretty good, at least he was quite accurate in guessing his feelings. He could tell at a glance that he was interested in the woman around him.

"Don't worry about this. I'll talk about it after I finish eating. It's nothing more than singing or something." The fat man began to enjoy this dinner. He seemed to feel that it must be a charming night. The woman sitting opposite him looked very dignified, but I don't know if she will still be so dignified after getting into bed...

Ai Yige glanced at Wu Qingyang, and Wu Qingyang had no expression on his face. She had been rolling in the business circle for many years and followed Chen Fengying around. Although almost all partners knew that Chen Fengying's background was not something they could touch, it did not mean that those people would not have any bad ideas about the people around Chen Fengying. This situation has not been encountered once or twice. These fat men can have some thoughts in their minds, and Wu Qingyang was very clear in his heart.

According to Wu Qingyang's temper, she should have gently pushed the tableware in front of her and said sorry and left the table. However, seeing Ai Yige's behavior, how could she not understand what Ai Yige had?

So he didn't make any noise, but just quietly ate the salad that the waiter had just brought, chewing it slowly.

Her calm expression was even more praised in Fang Wenjie's eyes. She thought to herself that although her wife was used to the life of a rich man and was not ruthless in spending money, she was born into a small family and was not a little worse than the woman in front of her in terms of this temperament. If it weren't for the fact that her wealth was made after marriage, her wife would have to divide half of her property once she divorced. Fang Wenjie would have kicked the woman who weighed the same as him into the Qinhuai River. And that woman was particularly ignorant. You said that men are well developed and they are always inevitable. Now after Fang Wenjie returned home, the fat woman was like a dog's nose, sniffing around on him. Once she smelled some of the smell of powder and perfume, she would be with him endlessly...

Fang Wenjie felt coveted Wu Qingyang on one hand, and cursed his wife on the other hand. He basically repeated the normal procedures for most men to have developed their own wife, but Fang Wenjie was more vividly conscious.

The meal was spent in their own thoughts. After paying the bill, Fang Wenjie picked his teeth with a toothpick while looking at Wu Qingyang's figure even more unrestrainedly. If it weren't for the fact that Ai Yige beside him was still unmoved, Wu Qingyang would have pushed the table and left.

"I don't know where Mr. Fang wants to go to play in the evening? You see, it's still early, it's only seven o'clock. If you go to sing now, it's a little earlier, right? Why don't we find a place to do a foot massage first, pass the time, and talk further about investment?" Ai Yige put down the napkin that wiped his mouth and asked Fang Wenjie with a smile.

Fang Wenjie almost jumped up and rushed to Ai Yige and patted his shoulder and said, "Young man, you are so sensible." Go to the foot massage? Enter the private room? Isn't that clearly planning to bribe him with the woman beside him? Fang Wenjie even began to fantasize in his mind that after a while, when he arrived at the foot massage place, Ai Yige would definitely "more sensible" arrangements of two private rooms, one for a double person, let Fang Wenjie and Wu Qingyang enter, the other he went in by himself, and then waited for Fang Wenjie to complete his work without seeing it, and finally talk about investment.

"Well, yes, this proposal is good. Xiao Ai, do you still know how to nourish yourself!" Even though he was already full of joy, Fang Wenjie couldn't help but show his conciseness. The lustful thoughts in his heart had already fluttered over the city of Nanjing, making dazzling circles.

Ai Yige smiled, turned to look at Wu Qingyang again: "You go together, we can't neglect our God of Wealth."

"Well, be sensible!" - Fang Wenjie praised again in his heart.

Wu Qingyang did not look squinting and nodded in agreement: "I'll call to book a private room." After that, he stood up and took the phone to the side to make the phone call.

"Is this too sensible? Even this woman cooperates so much? Do they often do this kind of thing? But it's true that a small company, if you want to beg for food, you have to do something within their ability?" - The fat man's heart was already in a state of ecstasy, and his mind was full of his obscene actions that he should do in a while.

Soon, Wu Qingyang came back and smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, Mr. Ai, the private room has been booked, let's go."

"Yeah, waiter, check out!" Fang Wenjie could hardly wait, full of fantasy about the evening show, and his body was ready to move.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Ai Yige said again: "Mr. Fang, please follow my car in a while."

Fang Wenjie repeatedly agreed, thinking that Wu Qingyang should get in his car and preheat it? But Wu Qingyang just smiled at him and got into Ai Yige's car. Although Fang Wenjie was a little disappointed, he still comforted himself: Well, even if it is sold, there must be a process. It cannot be too naked. There must be reserved as it should be. Such a woman is more interesting to play with.

With a ulterior motive in his heart, Fang Wenjie drove his BMW 7 Series and followed MG in Aiyigo, but he was muttering in his heart, isn't this just finding a place to do something private? Why is it still so far away? It's going to be driven out of Nanjing City?

Although Fang Wenjie was a little puzzled, his covetousness towards Wu Qingyang still had the upper hand. He kept hanging steadily behind Ai Yige's car, and the car drove along the airport expressway west of the city towards a remote place in Jiangning.

In Ai Yige's car, Ai Yige also smiled and said, "Sister Qingyang, I asked you to find a good place, right? It's almost time to Ma'anshan."

"You said, where are you choosing this? People don't see people but ghosts. If you hadn't sent me a text message secretly, I would have pushed the table and left."

Ai Yige laughed awkwardly: "This guy is just a rustic guy. I really have nothing to tell him. Go back and ask my mother, see if the company's affairs can be ruined. Who is my mother looking for me?"

"What are you going to do in a while?" Wu Qingyang still doesn't know what medicine is selling in Aiyige gourd.

Ai Yige smiled and said, "You will know when you arrive. This guy is probably full of thoughts on good things now!"

Wu Qingyang's face turned red when he heard this and spat: "Just make a fuss, I really don't understand. You can just scold such a person and leave. Why do you have to spend such a big deal?"

"Haha, do you think I sent you a text message just now? I also sent a text message to Liu Tianshun. You can wait and see the show later!" Ai Yige was proud, and the car slowly walked off the airport highway, and soon stopped in an isolated foot washing city on the side of the road.

"Mr. Fang, the place here is a bit off, but the conditions in all aspects are very good. You will be satisfied later." After Ai Yige got off the car, he walked to Fang Wenjie's car and said.

Fang Wenjie looked around and felt quite satisfied. This place with no villages and no shops in front of them are actually the most suitable for some shameful activities. If you are really satisfied, it would be great to regard this place as a stronghold in the future.

The three of them walked in side by side, Ai Yige gave instructions until the front desk, and then a waiter in floral clothes led them to the second floor of the store.

After opening a private room door, Fang Wenjie saw that there were three lying seats inside, and couldn't help but look at Ai Yige in confusion.

Ai Yige knew what the other party was thinking, and immediately said, "Let's have a foot massage first, then change to a full-body massage later. Can you relax first and talk about investment by the way."

Fang Wenjie looked at Ai Yige with a deep sense, thinking that this kid is OK, he is not leaking, so he has to talk to himself about the conditions first. Yes, if you want to come out and play, you have to pay some price. Even if we sponsor a cultural career.

"Well, okay, relax!" Fang Wenjie walked in, Ai Yige took the lead and occupied the bed in the middle. Fang Wenjie was a little unhappy, but when he thought that this kid was planning to talk to him about investment, it was reasonable to occupy the middle.

Soon the three of them arranged their respective foot massage programs. Three waiters walked in with wooden basins. Fang Wenjie watched Wu Qingyang lying on the outside on the bed, obviously taking off his shoes and removing socks. However, because he was completely blocked by Ai Yige, he couldn't even take Wu Qingyang's little feet. Moreover, he was not convenient to stand up and look over, which seemed too anxious. He had some remnants in his heart and secretly decided to deduct Ai Yige one million.

The person who did foot massage for Fang Wenjie was a thin and tall girl. She kept introducing various projects in their foot massage city to Fang Wenjie when she entered the door. But Fang Wenjie had no intention of doing anything else. She just wanted to complete this shitty foot massage quickly and then have a good time with Wu Qingyang to play with the projects he needed, but she ignored them and refused them all.

After being completely rejected, the little girl was a little dissatisfied and was not so polite: "Sir, you see that you are so fat, not tall, and have such short legs. You are not easy to buy clothes, right?"

As soon as he said this, Fang Wenjie was so angry that he snorted and didn't say anything.

The little girl turned her eyes and said, "Do you usually buy clothes in foreign trade shops? It's really not easy to buy clothes with this size."

Fang Wenjie couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I bought all my clothes at Deji."

The little girl smiled and said, "There are some people who obviously bought clothes from foreign trade shops, but they insisted on saying that they bought them from Deji. Oh... Oh, sir, I'm not talking about you!"
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