Jian Ye looked at Bai Qingling with some disbelief.

He has been thinking about the relationship between Bai Qingling and Chu Junming these days.

But there has never been an answer.

Bai Qingling didn't expect Wen Qinghuan to say such things, but they are sisters who grew up together.

Without too much explanation, she knew in her heart that Qinghuan saw that she had no intention of Jian Ye.

So I deliberately made up a boyfriend for her.

When he met Jian Ye's inquiring eyes, Qingling smiled and gave Qinghuan a look, and wanted to cover up the false explanation, "Don't hear Qinghuan's nonsense, I'm not a foodie."

Jian Ye looked at Qingling Xiaowan's eyebrows and remembered that Chu Junming sent her a red envelope during the meal that day.

A hint of gloom flashed through his eyes, and the question that had been entrenched in his heart for a long time, "Qingling, is it Mr. Chu?"

Qingling was stunned.

The smile on his face froze slightly.

Before he could deny it, he heard Qinghuan's slightly puzzled voice sounding briskly, "Jian Ye, do you still know Chu Junming?"

Jian Ye smiled and said, "I know, Mr. Chu and Mr. Feng are our customers."

Qinghuan only knew that Feng Yize decorated the house, but she didn't know that the designer was Jian Ye.

"Go in first, it's weird standing at this door."

Jane Ye made a gentleman move to them.

A few minutes later.

The three of them sat down in the private room.

Jian Ye said that last time it was Qingling's guest, and this time he wanted to invite them both.

Qinghuan and Qingling agreed with great satisfaction.

After ordering the dishes, the mobile phone information comes in.

Qinghuan clicked on WeChat and it was a message sent by Feng Yize.

Daily greetings, [Qinghuan, have you eaten?]

Qinghuan looked up at Jian Ye, who ordered food while asking Qing Ling what to eat, and Qing Ling, who was careless and had no interest in anything.

Her cell phone moved slightly, took a photo at the two of them and sent it over.

【Are ordering, have you eaten?】

In less than a minute, Feng Yize's video invitation was sent.

Qinghuan's eyebrows hopped.

Seeing Qingling and Jian Ye looking at her, she smiled and explained, "Feng Yize."

Qingling's eyes flashed and she quipped, "Why don't you go outside to take it?"

"don't want."

Qing Huan was hesitant at first, but now he just pressed to answer.

Moreover, before she changed the camera, she was facing Qingling and Jian Ye.

Thousands of miles away.

Feng Yize is not alone.

He was with Chu Junming, and the two of them were waiting for the dishes to serve.

Feng Yize saw Qingling and Jian Ye in the camera, and instinctively turned his phone towards Chu Junming, "Third Brother?"

Chu Junming is sending a message or something.

I didn't know about Feng Yize and Qinghuan's video. He didn't tell him the photo he posted just now, and just posted the video secretly.

Now I heard him calling himself.

Chu Junming looked up.

I could see Jian Ye and Bai Qingling in the video at a glance.

The next second, Qinghuan switched the camera and he withdrew his gaze.

Feng Yize also looked at the screen of the phone. When he saw Qinghuan, he turned his phone back.

Chu Junming lowered his head and clicked on WeChat.

...

Yipinxuan, Qinghuan only saw Chu Junming at one glance, and Feng Yize was left in the camera.

He chatted with her in a question-and-answer mode.

The door of the private room was pushed open from outside. Qinghuan turned around and saw that it was Ye Zhan and Mo Mo.

"I just heard that you came here, so I pulled Ye Zhan over."

In fact, Ye Zhan took Mo Mo's hand and showed his love.

Jian Ye stood up and greeted Ye Zhan.

After a few polite words, Ye Zhan pulled a chair for Mo Mo and asked her to sit down.

"Sister Momo, are you the only two?"

After Qingling finished speaking, Ye Zhan heard Feng Yize's voice coming from where, "Brother."

He looked at Qinghuan's cell phone.

Qinghuan also heard the sound and remembered the video with Feng Yize just now.

Seeing Ye Zhan and Momo come in, she only cares about talking to them and forgets Feng Yize.

"Qinghuan, is Yize talking on your phone?"

Ye Zhan asked with a smile.

Qinghuan nodded and released Feng Yize, "Cousin-law, let's talk."

Next to him, Momo answered Qingling, "Yes, Ye Zhan and I were the only ones. As soon as we came in, I heard that you two came here and found them."

"You two shouldn't be living in the world of two people?" Qingling tsk twice, "Did you come to give us dog food on purpose?"

Momo raised his eyebrows, "If you want to eat?"

Qingling smiled, "Who wants to eat dog food? I want to eat chicken feet. It doesn't matter if my mother leaves. No one makes spicy chicken feet for me."

"How simple, order takeaway."

Momo's words made Qing Ling curl her lips, "The takeaway does not have the smell of mother or the smell of home. I am a poor person who no one wants now."

"Qingling, do you like spicy chicken feet?"

Jian Ye, who had been quiet for a long time, interjected in with a smile.

Qingling looked at him, then smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze to Momo.

"Sister Momo, aren't you good at cooking? Why don't you make a table of chicken feet for me one day and compensate you didn't take me to play last time..."

"Momo is in poor health and is not suitable for cooking."

Next to him, someone from Mingming was suddenly talking to Feng Yize.

Qingling whistled, "Sister Momo, you can't mess with someone now."

"If you want to eat chicken feet, don't need Momo to cook, just say a little time."

"You do it?"

Qingling tilted his head slightly to look at Ye Zhan.

Ye Zhan curled his lips, "Anyway, don't you do it, tell me, when will I eat it?"

Qingling's eyes rolled, "Next weekend, you usually have to go to work, but we are busy again during this period, so we will have a table of chicken feet at that time."

"no problem."

Ye Zhan raised his eyebrows and agreed readily.

Qingling finally felt better. Next to him, Jian Ye said a few words to the waiter quietly.

Ye Zhan ended the video call without saying a few words to Feng Yize.

When the dishes were served, Jian Ye put the spicy chicken feet into Qingling's bowl.

On the same side, he greeted him with affection, "Qingling, don't you like to eat spicy chicken feet..."

"that."

Bai Qingling bit his lower lip and frowned and interrupted Jian Ye.

Jian Ye asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
To be continued...