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                                第159章
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                回到专柜,两人又刷了一波关注,叶灵在徐年年身边坐下,余光瞥见盛君烈坐在了她侧后方。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                衣袖忽然被扯了扯,她偏头看着徐年年。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                徐年年捂着嘴,靠过来小声嘟哝,“你俩什么情况啊?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “没情况。”叶灵把她的脸推开,她继续看展,不过心思却分了一半在侧后方的男人身上。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                徐年年瞅着她,眼里闪烁着浓浓的八卦慾。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵就瞪她,“你到底是来看展的还是来看我的?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “当然是来看你的呀,爱马仕这么贵,我又买不起。”徐年年撇撇嘴,坐了回去。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵拿了一个芝士奶酪球塞进她嘴里,“瞎说什么大实话。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                徐年年挑了挑眉,笑得格外得意。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵正要在小本本做记录,她忽然感觉到椅子被踢了一下,她没搭理,椅子又被踢了一下。
                                
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                                叶灵猛地回头,瞪向斜后方。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈倚靠在椅子上,过分修长的双腿无处安放,见她回头看过来,他轻轻张了一下嘴。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵拧眉。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈的视线瞥向她面前的点心盘子,又看向她,那意思非常明显了,要她喂他吃。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵扭回头去,继续看新品展示。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                她不搭理他,盛君烈就在她椅子腿上玩摩斯密码,踢得还很有节奏感。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵烦不胜烦,扭头怒视着他,压低声音道:“你到底想干嘛?”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “啊~”男人半张着嘴,示意她投喂。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵忍无可忍,叉起一块点心塞进他嘴里,她小声说:“你给我老实点。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                模样奶凶奶凶的,但威慑力却不足。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈愣了一下,要笑不笑地看着她。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                经常叼烟的男人,这会儿叼着一块点心,也丝毫没有违和感,反而痞帅痞帅的。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他深邃的眼眸里似乎有星星,在发着光,他微微凑过来,咬着点心,声音显得含糊不清,说:“我冤枉死了。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                低音炮苏得要命,叶灵又扭回头去,耳朵尖却可疑的红透了。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                型男撒娇,简直绝了!
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                徐年年坐在旁边,被塞了一嘴狗粮,表情都有些生无可恋,他俩这么甜,还闹什么别扭啊?
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                不过后面盛君烈倒没再作妖,安安静静陪她看完展示。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                从专柜出来,徐年年就找了个借口溜了,她不想再继续当个一千瓦的大灯泡,擦燃自己,照亮他们。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                “晚上想吃什么?”盛君烈站在叶灵旁边,他身高腿长,玉树临风,路过的女孩子频频回头看他。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵抿起唇,“我要吃火锅。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈皱了下眉头,显然他不喜欢火锅,但看她还绷着脸,就点了点头,“好啊,你带路,我买单。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵:“......”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                商业圈楼上就有火锅,是正宗川渝火锅,还没到饭点,客人不多,两人挑了个靠窗的位置坐下。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈一进来,闻到辣椒味就呛得直打喷嚏。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                叶灵看了他一眼,接过服务员递来的菜单,点了一个鸳鸯锅,又点了一些菜,她问盛君烈,“你要吃点什么,你自己加。”
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                盛君烈是土著,纯种北方人,喝烈酒都不怕辣,但是却一点都吃不得辣,这满室飘着火锅的辛辣味,就够让他难受。
                                
                        


                        

                        
                        
                                他摆了摆手。

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