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It just so happened that the two of them were ordering spaghetti, so Tao Lele did not hear much of Feng Ze's reply. After the waiter left, Tao Lele said embarrassedly, "Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly just now, why do you think?"

Feng Ze gracefully poured half a cup of red wine for himself, and then, as if he were a gentleman, poured the wine for Tao Lele, and then placed both of his hands on the table in front of him. His fingers were slender, and folded together gracefully, Tao Lele stared at his hands, and noticed that his fingertips were smooth and round, her nails had a cyan sheen, and her voice sounded a little hoarse, "I feel that for an artist to reach my position, there's no need to borrow the popularity of novels anymore.

However, she had a faint feeling that Feng Ze was an idol who was both responsible to his and to the person in charge of the fans. He could earn a lot of money from many of the scenes, but he would rather not earn that money than directly shoot a suitable role. As an actor, how could he maintain such a respectful attitude in such a chaotic place like the entertainment circle?

"You did the right thing." Tao Lele nodded and stared straight at Feng Ze. Feng Ze could see the admiration and reverence in Tao Lele's eyes, but compared to the other fans, he could not tell what was different. However, the feeling Tao Lele gave him was different.

In order to express that she was not being perfunctory, but rather that she truly admired Feng Ze, Tao Lele endured the slight sour feeling in her stomach and raised her wine cup, saying, "I didn't expect you to be such a professional star, let me toast you!"

"Thank you for your praise." The corner of Feng Ze's mouth curled up slightly, and an evil and charming smile appeared in his eyes. His slender fingers lifted the goblet to clink with Tao Lele's, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Can we start eating now?" Putting down the goblet, Feng Ze asked a gentleman. Actually, Tao Lele already drooled at the sight of the spicy pasta, but since she still had to maintain her ladylike demeanor in front of the people she liked, she didn't act as if she hadn't eaten for years.

If the one seated opposite him was Zhuzhu or Ah Liang, Tao Lele would probably eat to her heart's content before she had even placed the plate down properly!

"Of course." Tao Lele laughed as she finished speaking, and then she picked up her fork and lowered her head to eat.

However, this meal didn't feel very good.

Because she was used to Chinese food, Tao Lele rarely ate Western food, let alone the beautiful celebrity sitting opposite him, making Tao Lele want to pounce on him and eat him all the time.

The fork in her hand did not seem to listen to her commands. Tao Lele had already scolded it in her heart thousands of times, but she still tried her best to act like a young lady, even though Feng Ze already knew her bottom line. Tao Lele's left hand held the plate tightly, not letting it move, while her right hand held the fork and stirred the seemingly fragrant spaghetti.

With great difficulty, Tao Lele lowered her head and ate the pasta that was rolled up on her fork.

Compared to Tao Lele, Feng Ze seemed to be happier as he ate.

When Feng Ze was full, he was still struggling with the plate of spaghetti and the fork held in his hand. Feng Ze gracefully wiped his mouth with a tissue, then raised his head and asked Tao Lele with concern, "What's wrong? This spaghetti is not to your taste? "

Tao Lele suddenly raised her head to look at Feng Ze's questioning gaze. She coyly smiled as she saw herself holding a fork with her five fingers, and immediately threw it on the table. Then, she giggled while looking at Feng Ze, and said, "No, it's very delicious, very delicious." Seeing that Feng Ze was obviously not believing her words, she had a bright idea and added, "Eh, I've been losing weight recently, I can't eat too much."

After she finished speaking, Tao Lele looked down at her own body, and three black lines appeared on her forehead.

However, she heard Feng Ze politely say, "You should eat more. Girls like to diet and lose weight, but to me, you aren't fat at all.

Initially, Tao Lele had thought of diet to lose weight, but every time she had the thought of losing weight, Ah Liang would intentionally go against her. She could always find something delicious to eat and eat with her. Therefore, Tao Lele's diet always failed. If there were too many times, Tao Lele wouldn't want to lose weight anymore.

Tao Lele's eyes sparkled. Since even Feng Ze felt that a girl with flesh like hers was very cute, then how could she lose so much fat? As the saying goes, a woman should look out for herself.

Tao Lele was immediately excited, both her hands suddenly slapped on the glass table, and her voice became louder, "Do you really think that girls with flesh are cute?"

Seeing the light in Tao Lele's eyes, Feng Ze raised his eyebrows and confirmed, "That's right."

Tao Lele then waved her hands in satisfaction and said, "I knew I was very cute!"

When Tao Lele excitedly waved her hand, wanting to shake hands with Feng Ze and chat with him for a long time, it was rare for them to meet and shake. However, on the right side of Tao Lele was a goblet, with half a cup of 82 year old Lafite, had already flown away following Tao Lele's impassioned actions.

The bright red liquid unerringly struck right at Feng Ze's pure white shirt, and when Tao Lele finally reacted, that piece of red, infiltrated fabric's range slowly expanded, revealing the strong chest underneath. Feng Ze surprisingly raised both of her hands to look at the mess in front of him.

He had a cold, wet feeling in front of her chest, and frowned slightly. Just as he wanted to wipe off the red wine on her body, Tao Lele beat him to it.

Just at that moment, Tao Lele saw that she had caused trouble again, and impolitely spilled the red wine on her favorite white shirt. Tao Lele immediately pushed away the chair she was on, ran to Feng Ze's side, picked up a piece of paper from the table and started to wipe Feng Ze's clothes.

But how could red wine be wiped clean with paper? The shirt that was being ruthlessly ripped apart by Tao Lele became wrinkled, it was far more wrinkled than it was before, and Tao Lele kept shouting, "Sorry, sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, I will help you clean Feng Ze immediately! "

Feng Ze originally wanted to stop Tao Lele, but at the moment, he was a little excited. He thought that he had lost too much face, and used his strength to help Feng Ze wipe the red wine off his clothes. However, when she calmed down to the point where the stains on his clothes could not be wiped clean, Tao Lele felt that the skin under her hands was slightly hot.