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Chapter 399: Children

This profoundly illustrates a problem: in this game of men and women chasing each other, it is true that the men are more active, and on this day, there should not be a small number of girls who receive more than one bouquet of flowers.

What he didn\'t expect was that the small building below the company was actually very lively today, with cars parked on both sides. There were men of all ages, from their twenties to forties, dressed in a very stylish manner in this cold weather, by the cars, from Xiaoli to BMW, of different classes.

These men all looked a little displeased when they saw a car with a non-local licence plate drive arrogantly right up to the front door downstairs. Where did this bumpkin come from? Does he think he can come to the capital and behave badly just because he has a nice car?

However, what was strange was that the security guard downstairs not only did not politely ask him to move his car, but instead smiled and greeted the person in the car.

They would soon find out, because the people coming out of the building all greeted the people in the car warmly. It seemed that they were either partners or a supervisor in the company.

Huang Jingping and Fang Yingzhi, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, came down the elevator chatting. They saw the car at the entrance at a glance, let go of Fang Yingzhi\'s hand, and walked over with a smile, \'No flowers?\'

Feng Yiping opened the car door for her, \'How about the back seat?\'

Huang Jingping smiled and held the bouquet of flowers to her chest, narrowed her eyes and took a whiff, \'That\'s more like it!\'

Sure enough, no girl would not care about this today.

\'Let\'s go, I\'ll take you out for a big meal,\'

\'Okay,\' Huang Jingping fastened her seat belt, waved to Fang Yingzhi, who had been watching by the car, and said, \'Bye, Yingzhi!\'

\'Bye,\' Fang Yingzhi also cared enough to say, \'Drink less tonight,\'

As Feng Yiping had just started the car, he heard someone next to him yell, \'Yingzhi, this way,\' a burly man in his thirties standing next to a Jetta, wearing a black leather jacket with a big fur collar and a pompadour, happily shouted at Fang Yingzhi and politely opened the car door.

Fang Yingzhi glanced over at Feng Yiping and his friends, smiled, and walked over to get in the car.

The burly man was a little excited, and eagerly ran over to the driver\'s seat and squeezed himself in. \'You\'re really pretty today!\' he praised.

\'Thank you!\'

But the car couldn\'t move at this time. As the crowd of people leaving work poured out, the cars that had picked up people started up one after the other, and there was some congestion. Fang Yingzhi watched as Feng Yiping\'s car drove away, and suddenly said, \'I\'m sorry, Boss Yang, but I just remembered that there is some paperwork that I need to process tonight that I left in the office. I need to go up and get it.\'

\'That\'s fine, I\'ll wait for you.\'

After waiting until all the cars and people had gone, Fang Yingzhi still hadn\'t come down. Finally, he got a call from her: \'I\'m sorry, Mr. Yang, I\'m really unlucky. I\'ve just been caught up by the boss at the last minute to help him rush an important document. I can\'t have dinner with you tonight, but next time, I\'ll definitely treat you.\'

Fang Yingzhi was upstairs, watching Boss Yang get out of the car and walk towards the building, then come out again a little while later in a huff – he must have been stopped by the security guard. Unwilling to give up, he looked up at the building a few times before reluctantly returning to the car. As he drove off, it made a harsh noise, probably reflecting Boss Yang\'s mood at the time.

This boss surnamed Yang, she met when she was negotiating the storefront before. He was a \'demolition generation\'. The courtyard passed down from his ancestors was demolished, and he was compensated with a few houses and storefronts. Soon after meeting her, he found excuses to invite her to dinner every other day, and she never agreed once.

There was nothing she could do. Boss Yang was really not her type.

Not to mention the taste of the food, I have to say that Western restaurants are really better at creating an atmosphere than most Chinese restaurants. Especially tonight, apart from a few lights left on the walls, the tables were all lit by candles, and with the flowers and elegant, soft piano music decorating the restaurant, the whole place really created a romantic atmosphere.

The couples dining were all whispering softly, looking at their partners with love in their eyes, and there were quite a few holding hands on the table.

\'Do you think we\'ll see a marriage proposal tonight?\' Huang Jingping whispered.

\'Maybe,\' Feng Yiping replied, expecting that there would be quite a few marriage proposals tonight.

But in his heart, he secretly thought, \'What a rascal! With this kind of setting, even the electricity bill will be saved.\'

The set meal included a bottle of French red wine. When it was being decanted, Feng Yiping stopped the waiter and said, \'Just pour half of it. I\'ll take the rest home to make sangria.\'

The waiter half understood and half didn\'t and did as he was asked. Huang Jingping was a little puzzled, \'What is sangria?\'

\'To put it simply, it\'s sprite added to wine,\'

\'Oh,\' Huang Jingping understood. As long as Feng Yiping said it, she would think it was fine.

The waiter pouring the wine suddenly felt a little unsteady with the bottle, and from the table behind them came a sound of not-so-disguised snickers.

This is actually one of the problems with restaurants that completely copy Western restaurants abroad. They don\'t fit in with the local culture, and in terms of privacy, they don\'t even compare favourably with a family-run noodle shop.

Feng Yiping didn\'t bother paying any attention to the people at the table behind him. He didn\'t believe that there were really many people in China who could get used to the acidity of dry red wine and appreciate the pure fruitiness inside. If they weren\'t born into a Western family or had spent many years abroad, most of those who lightly shook their glasses were just pretending.

\'You know, if you add fruit and juice to it, it\'s sangria, the national drink of Spain.\'

The snickering behind him suddenly stopped, and a female voice asked in a low voice, \'Is that really the case?\'

Little brat! Feng Yiping didn\'t bother to listen with his ears perked up for the rest of their conversation. Compared to me, you\'re the real country bumpkin!

Neither of the two was very adept at using cutlery, Feng Yiping being better than Huang Jingping, who imitated Feng Yiping. However, there was nothing to be ashamed of. Didn\'t you see that when foreigners ate Chinese food, their posture with the chopsticks was so strange that old-schoolers like Feng Zhanchang would hate to hit them. But Feng Yiping didn\'t think that was a rude act, just a habit.

This meal really is about the atmosphere. Girls seem to like this kind of mood, and Huang Jingping is no exception. She spends very little time eating, and most of it is spent talking to Feng Yiping.

But to Feng Yiping\'s relief, the whole evening, there was not a single proposal on one\'s knees, or a scene where the ring was hidden in the food.

After finishing the meal, which tasted pretty good but had an outrageously small dessert, Feng Yiping really did take the half-empty bottle of wine out of the restaurant, not spiking it with Sprite, but not letting the heartless restaurant get away with it either.

On the way back, he deliberately asked Huang Jingping to drive, and while she was parking the car, he quickly ran into the house and locked the door behind him.

Huang Jingping couldn\'t open the door, guessed what he might be doing inside, smiled, and waited quietly.

She could hear the sound of his footsteps as he went up and down the stairs. \'You\'d better slow down!\'

A little while later, Feng Yiping said to her from inside the house, "Close your eyes.\'

Huh, he\'s quite serious about this, she thought, and closed her eyes as he instructed. He opened the door, covered her eyes with his hands, and led her into the house. "You can open your eyes now!\'

As soon as she opened her eyes, she let out a "wow" even though she had been prepared for it.

The lights were not on in the house either. Following the stairs, she saw two rows of red candles, which were also scented. On either side of each step, there was a bunch of bright red roses. At the beginning of the stairs, there was also a heart-shaped arch made of colourful balloons. This was really a scene you would only find in a movie!

She looked at Feng Yiping with delight, \'Is this the reason why you asked me to have lunch at the company?\'

Feng Yiping nodded, \'Do you like it?\'

\'I love it!\' Huang Jingping put her arms around Feng Yiping\'s neck and offered him a kiss. \'I want you to carry me up,\'

who would refuse such a request?

Huang Jingping\'s breathing grew more and more rapid as they walked up the stairs, and her hands began to roam all over Feng Yiping\'s body. When they entered the bedroom, she saw a heart-shaped arrangement of lit candles on the floor, another heart-shaped arrangement made of balloons on the bedside wall, and a heart-shaped pattern made of rose petals on the bed.

However, when she fell onto the bed, Huang Jingping suddenly rolled over and sat on Feng Yiping. Was this the rhythm of the serf turning over to become the master?

For a while, the candlelight swayed, and they were tossed about like waves.

After a long while, most of Huang Jingping\'s shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, and she was lying on Feng Yiping\'s chest with a flushed face, not saying a word. Her right hand was drawing circles on his chest intermittently.

\'Cover up, you\'ll catch a cold,\' Feng Yiping kissed her on the head, lovingly covering her up.

Huang Jingping hummed happily a few times, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Feng Yiping with burning intensity, and said in a sweet, suffocating voice, \'Yiping, why don\'t we have a baby?\'