Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve
Liu Dajun placed his bulging wallet on the table, and at the same time, put a Buick car key on top of the wallet, lit a cigarette, and said, "Folks, don't be shy, just dig in."
"That's right, Teacher is treating you guys, so eat up. How could these few dishes be enough?"
Teacher Qian deliberately implied that Xu Manqing was being stingy.
Long Xiaoling and the others, being students, didn't feel it was their place to say much, only managing to say, "Thank you, Teacher Qian."
Sitting down, Qian Xiaoyun began fidgeting with a bag she held in her hands.
With a coquettish complaint, she said, "Da Jun, look at you wasting money again. I only used that bag you gave me last time once, and here you are, gifting me another. This must have cost a pretty penny."
"Not much, just five thousand,"
Liu Dajun said with a smile, "You're my woman. What's a few bags to me?"
While he spoke,
