Love You Till the End
Chapter 99: I Only Make Twelve Hundred a Month

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: I Only Make Twelve Hundred a Month

Du———

The call was disconnected.

Shen Cheng proved with her actions that she was never a woman with a good temper.

Shi Yu elegantly spun in his leather chair, his slender fingers gently swirling the wine glass.

Thinking about the little woman at the other end of the phone getting infuriated because of him, his mood inexplicably brightened, his stunning face full of playfulness and frivolity.

He was like a seductive poppy, beguiling people’s hearts while also having the power to claim lives.

Seeing Shen Cheng hang up with a less than cheerful look, Shen Zhongming couldn’t help but lean in, curious, "Girl, was that a call from your husband? What, did he make you angry?"

Shen Cheng gave him a cold glance, "I don’t recall you having a son-in-law."

Shen Zhongming laughed heartily, "Haha, isn’t your husband also Shen Zhongming’s son-in-law!"

Upon hearing the name Shen Chengzi, Shen Cheng felt only one impulse.

And that was, to explode.

"Get lost!"

"My girl, even when she’s angry, she’s still so good-looking."

If we’re talking about flattery, Shen Zhongming is an ancestor; his pleasing tactics are simply peerless.

"Of course, you’re pretty partly thanks to your dad. Let me tell you, when I was young, I could pretty much be considered a Handsome Man."

If you’re going to compliment her, why bring yourself into it? What’s the meaning of that?

Shen Cheng looked at him askance, not wanting to get involved in a pointless conversation, she icily spit out, "Hurry up and pack, or don’t blame me for not giving you a chance."

"What?" Shen Zhongming was taken aback, almost in disbelief, "You’re allowing me to go?"

"Mhm."

"When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Got it!"

"..."

"Old Buddha, you just relax, I’ll get packing right now, no need to worry!"

"..."

...

"You’ve been eating for two hours now, cousin, aren’t you full yet?"

Watching Da Niu across the table gobbling down his food, Sun Yan was also flabbergasted.

Surrounding people kept casting unusual glances at their table, which made him feel even more awkward.

Upon hearing his words, Da Niu managed to gulp down a piece of medium-rare beef before raising his head with a silly grin, "Cousin, you don’t understand, I haven’t had meat for half a month, I’m far from being satisfied yet..."

Sun Yan’s mouth twitched violently...

After eating ten plates of duck intestines, eight plates of tripes, six plates of beef, five plates of chicken feet, and two plates of pork belly, this gluttonous Da Niu actually told him he’s not yet satisfied!

"Cousin, what’s with you? Your face looks like you’ve got facial paralysis. Are you sick?"

This is the so-called silence is golden: when you do speak, it’s stunningly on point. Even the honest Da Niu can say something so apt.

Sun Yan, fighting the urge to kick him flying, said, "I’m not sick!"

And then added in his mind: It’s you, haunted by a starving ghost!

"Oh, if you’re not sick, then eat up. Look at you, you haven’t touched a thing!" Da Niu said, pointing at the banner across the doorway with his greasy fingers, his voice suddenly loud, "With an average of eight hundred per person, if you don’t eat enough to make up for that, you’ll lose out big time... My monthly salary is only twelve hundred..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than people around them couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

To say Da Niu is a clown would be an understatement.

Because he foolishly waved at those who were laughing at him, then said to Sun Yan, "Cousin, do you think they find me handsome and want to be friends with me..."