Chapter 457 Liar

How does one line of lyrics go?

I should be under the car, not inside the car, to see you...

Xia Yan tried to control his eye muscles, his gaze could not move downward... his mouth could not rise... he tried to recall the most painful memories...

Is it too late to wear a mask now?

Who invented this thing? It can be called the fifth miracle - relieving facial embarrassment and making your mouth curl at will.

Jing Wenbin's face couldn't be uglier.

Besides, there was a lady at the scene... He saw that her eyeballs were one millimeter lower!

Hey, you know that the corners of your mouth are twitching...

Jing Wenbin was ashamed, panicked, irritable, and wanted to scream.

For this kind of thing, you will lose the upper hand if you refute or not.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the roar that was about to burst out, and used words to counterattack.

"Cousin, you and I have similar genes. If I... then aren't you the same?"

Jing Yimai smiled casually: "Similarity does not mean the same. The gap between you and me has started since childhood."

His eyes swept back.

Xia Yan:?

She was expressionless on the surface, but she was roaring in her heart.

Why would she do anything? !

She is a woman, a woman!

After all these years of traveling around the country, this was the most speechless time for her.

"You guys chat first." Xia Yan said this and called a waiter with a cocktail, "Take me to the restaurant, I haven't eaten yet."

Sorry, I can't accompany you.

After Jing Wenbin's signal, the waiter bowed and led the way.

Xia Yan noticed that there were all kinds of people gathered on the yacht, including "urban guys" wearing Anima suits and pointed leather shoes, "fashion experts" who hung their coats on their shoulders as capes, and local tyrants with big gold teeth...

People who had been to Lidai Island and knew who she was did not approach her, but only raised the dark wine in their hands and gestured from a distance.

And some people who looked like well-known figures had exploration, curiosity and fear in their eyes.

They stood still, watching her approach with a smile.

Xia Yan's eyebrows were light, and she looked back with a calm attitude to make sure no one was left behind.

If the previous conversation made her emotional, now she was back to her home court.

The other party's reactions were also different. Some avoided her sight first and lost the upper hand, while others continued to look at her. Some raised their goblets.

"Be careful of the steps." said the waiter.

The sight was cut off, and Xia Yan followed him to the next floor.

On the left side of the stairs was the restaurant door. The transparent glass table covered with white tablecloths was full of people eating heartily.

The doorman pushed it open: "Welcome."

The people who were eating all raised their heads, glanced at her, and then lowered their heads to continue eating.

They were neither curious nor concerned about her appearing here alone. They just reacted normally, with a strong belief that no one could disturb their meal.

It was different from the group of people upstairs.

Xia Yan randomly found an empty table and sat down. The waiter brought the menu. She flipped it open and successfully felt the heaviness of each page, and the names of the dishes were actually in gold foil.

The pages were exquisite, the plating was superb and full of artistic sense, and the names were also literary-

"Spring mulberry with low green branches, what is this dish?"

The waiter leaned forward to take a closer look, and then hesitantly said: "Spring mulberry means... please refer to the picture."

"This taste of broken love, is it a drink?"

"...Yes."

"What taste?"

"...The taste of broken love..."

Xia Yan had a puzzled face, and seeing that he really didn't know, he didn't make it difficult, and ordered a few more dishes with beautiful names, "That's all for now."

The waiter showed gratitude in his eyes, and picked up the thick menu with his slender arms and walked back.

When the dishes were served, Xia Yan also asked the names of the dishes one by one.

"Spring mulberry..." The waiter put down a dish.

Xia Yan's eyes widened when she heard the familiar name, "Is this...?"

On a large and exquisite plate, there was a small dish of home-cooked stir-fry - wow, isn't this stir-fried pork with green peppers?

Next.

"Your drink, the taste of a broken heart."

The waiter put down a glass of transparent liquid.

Xia Yan was really curious, what does the taste of a broken heart taste like?

She picked it up and sniffed it, no taste, took a sip, and felt complicated -

Who came up with such a bad name? I thought it was a special drink, but it turned out to be a glass of boiled water!

False advertising!

Xia Yan was immediately not interested in the dishes served later, just like Jing Wenbin, who had a shiny surface of sheep dung eggs.

She planned to taste it. After all, this was her first time eating out, so she couldn't help but look forward to it, not counting the last time she had a meal at Chu Wanfu's place.

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it in her mouth. She chewed slowly and concluded that it looked good but not delicious, just like the appearance.

However, it was already very rare to be able to eat fresh food at a time when supplies were extremely scarce. Just look at the diners nearby who were wolfing down their food.

She looked around and saw four burly men standing at the kitchen door. They were wearing loose vests, revealing bulging muscles, wearing sunglasses, and looked fierce. The key point was that they were holding full-powered superpower guns in their hands.

Who dares to cause trouble?

Under the dual deterrence of appearance and force, the scene was relatively calm and no major violent conflict occurred. But when the glass door opened again and the sound came, Xia Yan knew that everything had become complicated.

"What a strong sour and rotten smell, it stinks up everyone, old man, I don't want to eat here~"

The long-haired handsome man in a fairy-like long skirt frowned, his index finger knuckles against the tip of his nose, and his orchid finger naturally curled up. He glanced at everyone, turned his head and buried it in the neck of the man beside him, and looked at the action to take a deep breath.

In fact, just by listening to the syllables, Xia Yan couldn't tell whether it was "husband" or "old man" until she saw the ups and downs in the handsome man's throat when he turned his head.

It was "old man" without a doubt.

Xia Yan held the boiled water and moved to the best viewing point without making a sound.

"Does it smell?" The man stretched out his hand to hold it and pulled it to his side, frowning and looking around, not ignoring the pile of plates on the table, "There are indeed many people, so let them take it to the room to eat, waiter, order the dishes."

The waiter ran over with the menu and handed it to them.

The handsome man leaned as if he had no bones, his eyes fell on the overly heavy menu, and then he looked up along the slender arm, and around the pretty face.

He said with some sarcasm: "Do you want me to take it myself? My old man doesn't want me to suffer, how dare you~ or-"

The handsome man's eyes flashed with jealousy, "You want to use this to hook up, to get a position?"

The waiter's face turned pale, and his eyes drifted towards the man in panic, not knowing that this action just angered the handsome man.

"Pa-"