Chapter 42 The Spiritual God Himself
Zhou Xiwei looked at Su Qing with some embarrassment.
Su Qing was too lazy to talk to He Lingling and said to the waiter, "Where is Cangmang Mountain? Please take us there."
The waiter was a little hesitant as the customer asked to go to Cangmang Mountain.
It would be fine if she was really a guest of Cangmang Mountain, but if not, then it would be a big deal.
Seeing this, He Lingling sneered and said, "I say, Sister Su, you are still as arrogant as ever.
Didn't you see the waiter's embarrassment? You're bragging, aren't you afraid of getting your tongue stuck? "
Su Qing frowned: "What country's secret base is Cangmang Mountain? We can't go there?"
He Lingling laughed as if she had heard a joke: "Haha, Su Qing, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?
This box in Cangmang Mountain is not open to the public. It is an exclusive box for a few specific customers.
Don't you usually observe it? When does it usually have guests inside?"
"Okay, Lingling, it's normal for Sister Su to not know. How can you say that?" Zhou Xiwei pulled He Lingling with some disapproval.
He Lingling got angry when she saw him like this. She snorted coldly and was about to speak when she thought of something else.
"Oh, you ignorant bumpkin, even if you make so much money, you can't hide the smell of poverty on your body."
After saying that, he took Zhou Xiwei and left.
Hearing this, Amelia Su took a step forward and stopped the two of them: “He Lingling, I haven’t seen you for a few days, your mouth is so dirty?
What, did Fu Chen feed you something dirty? "
He Lingling's expression changed immediately: "Su Qing, don't be complacent, there will always be a time when you will regret it."
Su Qing shrugged indifferently: "I know, but at least not now. Now, you should regret it."
After he finished speaking, his eyes became fierce, and he moved forward again, pushing He Lingling into the corner, "Come, smell it carefully, who is the one who smells so poor."
He Lingling was held between her arms, unable to move at all. After a long while, she shrieked:
"Su Qing, are you a pervert?"
Zhou Xiwei quickly said apologetically: "Sister Su, Lingling didn't mean that. Don't be angry. She just doesn't know how to talk."
"Oh?" Su Qing looked at him with a half-smile, "I don't think so."
Zhou Xiwei looked at He Lingling, whose face was flushed, and then at Su Qing, who was full of teasing.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Su Qing, please be merciful."
For some reason, He Lingling was instantly proud and said, "Xiwei, if you don't ask her, I want to see what she can do to me."
"How dare I say that?" Su Qing let go of He Lingling with a smile. Before she could continue to be proud, she raised her hand and slapped her.
"Since your mouth is dirty, I'll clean it up for you."
He Lingling covered her face and looked at her in disbelief, her eyes reddened in an instant.
"You, you actually hit me? Why did you hit me?"
She squatted down in a daze, seeming to find it hard to accept this matter.
"We agreed on this at the beginning, how come it turned out like this?"
Su Qing just felt that she was a little confused and urged the waiter to lead the way quickly.
The waiter had also confirmed with the foreman that there were indeed guests in the Cangmangshan box today.
The waiter led her inside.
Feng Zhaohua was playing games boredly inside. Ji Xingyun had asked him out, but he didn't know where he had gone.
She didn't reply to WeChat messages and didn't answer the phone. If he hadn't treated her to dinner today, Feng Zhaohua would definitely have lost his temper in person.
Just as I was thinking about it, the door opened and Su Qing, who had just separated from me more than an hour ago, walked in.
Su Qing nodded to the waiter and said, "Thank you for your hard work." When she looked up, she saw Feng Zhaohua with a complicated expression.
Su Qing was a little confused, so she called the waiter again and asked, "Is this Cangmang Mountain?"
The waiter nodded: "Yes, that's it."
In fact, she knew the answer even if the waiter didn't tell her, but she was too surprised to see Feng Zhaohua here.
"Boss, why are you here?" Feng Zhaohua immediately stood up and asked enthusiastically.
Su Qing said in a succinct way: "I'm meeting a friend here, what about you?"
"What a coincidence, me too." Feng Zhaohua said with a smile.
Su Qing seemed to have thought of something and looked him up and down.
The more he looked at her, the more strange her expression became: "What's your friend's name? Ji Xingyun?"
Feng Zhaohua nodded, his face full of surprise: "Yes, I didn't expect that you also knew him, Boss.
Sure enough, big guys are friends with big guys. "
Big guys are friends with big guys? Su Qing was amused by this sentence.
Ji Xingyun is a university professor at a young age and is considered a big shot, but only Feng Zhaohua thinks that she is a big shot.
"So who are you as a big boss?" Su Qing glanced at him, sat at the table, and said slowly.
Feng Zhaohua smiled innocently and touched his head: "Haha, I'm just a small follower, not a big boss."
"Oh, I see. By the way, Lingshen, what is the subject of your next book?" Su Qing put down the cup in her hand, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Ji Xingyun, asking as if unintentionally.
"What are you writing? Take a rest..." When he said this, he realized something and suddenly covered his mouth with a look of great annoyance.
Hearing these words, Su Qing felt as if everything was settled.
Why did Feng Zhaohua appear at the audition, why did he feel so unnatural when talking about Lingshen, and why did Lingshen suddenly speak.
There seems to be an answer to all this.
"Oh, boss, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you." Feng Zhaohua realized that it was too late to cover up, so he sighed and said weakly.
He felt a little regretful. He knew clearly that the boss was not easy to fool, but he let the cat out of the bag before he could concentrate.
Su Qing smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Husbands and wives have their own little secrets. Besides, we are just friends."
Su Qing really doesn't care about this matter.
After all, both Feng Zhaohua and Lingshen helped her.
If you get angry just because someone hides their identity, then you are really ungrateful.
Seeing that she really didn't take the matter to heart, Feng Zhaohua breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.
Su Qing directly handed over the cake in her hand: "Just right, Sister Yu said she would bring you a cake. By the way, do you like cake?"
Feng Zhaohua smiled reluctantly: "I like it, I like it."
Su Qing saw the reluctance in his eyes and nodded: "Okay, let's eat after dinner. Now have a handful."
Feng Zhaohua's eyes lit up: "Come."
The two played round after round until the third round, when Ji Xingyun came over.
"I'm sorry, something happened at the institute, so I'm late." Ji Xingyun said apologetically.
"Have you two met each other?"
Feng Zhaohua nodded: "Of course, if I wait for you to come, the flowers will be cold."