"Ma chérie, il est trop belle, votre copain??" (Dear, he is so beautiful, is he your lover?) Sitting next to him was a fashionably dressed French grandmother looking at Su Haiyao and Lu Qingrang with a smile.
"Pfft..." Su Haiyao laughed out loud, and two little Lidou ran out cutely. Apparently, no one had ever seen anyone describe a man as beautiful... At this time, the old woman praised Gu Qing for being beautiful, which obviously made Su Haiyao amused. She even forgot to explain that this was not her boyfriend.
"Oui, il est parfait, mais malheursment il n'est pas mon copain…" (Yes, he is perfect, but he is not my man...)
The old lady shrugged and expressed regret...
Lu Qingrang watched with interest as Su Haiyao smiled coquettishly while talking to the other party. It was obvious that something pleased her, and she tried her best not to laugh. It must have something to do with him.
"Explain it? Huh?"
Listening to Lu Qingrang's low and cold tone, it sounded nice, comfortable, and made people want to curl up their toes... Su Haiyao was not very good at drinking, so half a glass of mojito was a bit high, and she felt a little bolder.
"She said you were beautiful, which made me laugh. Then she asked me if you were my boyfriend. I told her that you were indeed perfect, but it was a pity that you were not mine!"
"Perfect? Is it a pity? Huh? How can it not be a pity?" His fingers caressed the pear dimple on her mouth, whirling gently. Su Haiyao didn't know whether it was because of her drunkenness, being teased by Lu Qingrang, or her trust in him. Her body was warm and confused, so she just stayed there stupidly and let Lu Qingrang get closer...