"Boss Chen, what are we eating today?" Yang Mi walked over, snatched the handheld fan from Chen Jing's hand, and sat down on the side of his thigh, wiggling her shapely hips. "Move over, this spot belongs to me now."
The sensation of her firm, rounded figure was fleeting, and Chen Jing sighed inwardly at the missed opportunity.
Still, he stood up and moved to the lounge chair nearby. "The deluxe salad you like!"
Chapter 68