Song Zhixia was well versed in seduction, and she lifted her legs under the table slightly, but after searching for more than ten seconds, she couldn't find Fu Yan's legs.

Song Zhixia raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to directly take the juice in front of Fu Yan. However, just as she took the juice away, Fu Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed the juice back. He poured the juice in the soup bowl in front of him with his back hand: "I know you?"

He raised his eyebrows, and his peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be smiling, showed a little chill.

Song Zhixia was distorted by a man for the first time. Her face changed. She curled her eyebrows and eyes, put her hands on the dining table, her index finger and middle finger intertwined the dining table, and then moved her hand to Fu Yan's hand leaning against the edge of the table: "Does Mr. Fu have such a bad memory? We have just met for a while, and I am very impressed by Mr. Fu."

Fu Yan glanced at the woman's hand, and before the other party touched him, he withdrew his hand without moving. He leaned back, raised his eyes casually, and said in a cool voice: "I have never had any impression of the ugly monster, and I'm wasting my brain capacity."

Fu Yan was saying that she was ugly, and she said it directly.

Song Zhixia's expression suddenly changed, and her anger rushed to her face. She stood up with a "scarlet" and looked at Fu Yan again. When she lowered her head and looked at Fu Yan, she regained the smile on her face: "Mr. Fu, you are so interesting, I am very interested in you."

Fu Yan didn't say anything, just lowered his head and flipped over the menu in his hand.

Song Zhixia didn't care. After looking at him for a while, she suddenly laughed, picked up the bag beside her and walked out of the seat.

When passing by Fu Yan, Song Zhixia saw his legs on his side and understood why he couldn't reach his legs under the table just now.

She suddenly felt a little unwilling to accept it, and raised her legs and tripped up at Fu Yan's feet, and fell straight to Fu Yan.

However, Song Zhixia failed to fall on Fu Yan's body as she wished, and she only fell on the position where Fu Yan had just sat.

Because she really fell, her hands crossed the tabletop and accidentally grabbed the tablecloth. The tableware on it was poured down along the force of the tablecloth. The orange juice that Fu Yan had just poured on the soup bowl fell straight on Song Zhixia.

"ah--!"

Song Zhixia screamed in shock, which attracted everyone around her to see. Seeing this, the waiter hurriedly ran over. Seeing Song Zhixia falling on the sofa chair, he was also stunned, "Miss, do you need a towel?"

Song Zhixia glanced at Fu Yan, who had already stood aside and watched the wall, and finally couldn't help but get angry: "Are you a man, Fu Yan?"

She stood up holding the dining table and raised her hand to hit Fu Yan.

Fu Yan picked up the chopsticks on the table and hit her wrist: "I think everyone can see whether I am a man or not, but whether you are a human is a matter of debate."

Fu Yan's two hits were not sympathetic, and Song Zhixia's wrist was immediately red when she was beaten.

She had never suffered such humiliation. Even if Fu Yan didn't appreciate it, he would forget it, and even if he called her ugly, he could tolerate hitting her now, but he didn't even hit her, and he just used chopsticks to move her!

Is she so ugly and terrifying?

People around her were talking, and Song Zhixia's face was green and red. She glanced at the table and wanted to throw something at Fu Yan, but all the things on the table fell to the ground.

She was in a very embarrassing moment, with juice pouring on her light-colored skirt, with a large piece of yellow marks and her hair messed up because she was deliberately falling down just now.

"Wait for me, Fu Yan!"

After Song Zhixia finished speaking, she left angrily.
Chapter completed!