Let's Get Married novel Chapter 756

After Jasmine listens to his aggrieved words, she looks around like a thief and carefully pulls his hand, saying, "Don't be angry. This is a special time...."

After she finishes speaking, she immediately releases her grip, as if she is afraid that someone would see them.

Pehry understands it, but he is still unhappy. He lowers his head and looks at his empty palm, feeling a little dazed.

"Did you pull my hand just now?"

Jasmine sighs helplessly and nod forcefully, "Yes!"

Pehry rubs his hands and tilts his neck, saying, "Oh. I didn't even feel it. I thought I was hallucinating."

Jasmine knows that he is deliberately teasing her. She glances at the small garden behind her and the brightly lit cafeteria. She turns around and has an idea.

"Pehry, come with me." She turns around and walks towards the garden.

Pehry glances at the cafeteria and says, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Jasmine continues to wave at him, "I'm going over there to eat."

Pehry does not know what she is going to do. Seeing her behaving like a thief, he is unhappy, but feels she is very cute.

No wonder that everyone wants to have a cute girlfriend. In the past, Pehry did not understand. After all, cute girls are worthless in front of sexy women. But now he understands.

A sexy woman will only make you want to sleep with her, but a cute woman is different. You will be deeply attracted.

Pehry has been following behind her until they finally stop in front of an almost deserted grey stone table and stool in the corner of the small garden.

The texture on the table is like a chess board.

He watches as Jasmine takes out a napkin from her pocket and spread it on the stool, "Sit down."

Pehry's eyelids twitches, "Are you going to eat here?"

Compared to his attitude, Jasmine appears to be very relaxed. She sits down and opens the black thermos bucket, saying, "That's right. Do you want some?"

Pehry originally doesn't have any appetite, but when he hears her words, he nods and says, "Yes."

A tall man of more than one meter eight sits pitifully on a stone bench. Pehry swears that this is the coolest stool he has ever sits on in more than 30 years.

After eating this meal with her, he won't have diarrhea when he goes back, will he?

The aroma of the food floats over as the lid of the thermos bucket is opened. There are four layers in total. The first layer is lily shrimp, the second layer is dried bamboo shoot and braised pork, the third layer is steamed tilapia, and the last layer is the old duck soup with butter.

Although they don't look gorgeous in the bucket, the dishes are still appetizing. Without asking, she knows that they are made by the chef of the Red Club.

Jasmine glances at the chopsticks in her hand. Why is there only a pair?

She blinks and feels a little embarrassed, "There are no chopsticks. I go to the cafeteria to get a disposable set. You use this."

Pehry leisurely props his hands on the table and stretches his neck forward, "Too troublesome. Feed me. I don't eat much anyway."

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Jasmine once again loses her tongue. How could a man over thirty say such a coquettish thing with a calm expression?