Chapter 6313

She took a hat from the side and put it on her head. There was a circle of white gauze around the hat, so people couldn't see her face. She took Shui'er and the driver into a restaurant.

The waiter of the restaurant immediately came to greet the three people and invited them to the second floor. Ping'an found a seat by the window.

"What would you like to eat?" The waiter asked enthusiastically.

"Ping'an looked at the menu and ordered a few dishes."

The waiter went downstairs. Shui'er looked at her uneasily, "Miss, we don't have that much money."

"It doesn't matter, someone will pay for us." Ping'an picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it.

Shui'er looked puzzled. There were only three of them here, how could anyone pay for them?

Shui'er and the driver looked at each other and didn't dare to say anything.

A few minutes later, the stairs rang again. Meng Huo came up with a servant. When he saw where Ping An was sitting, he came over directly, "Miss Luo, what a coincidence, you are also eating here, I wonder if we can share a table?"

"Of course, I just don't have money to pay the bill, you can treat me to a meal." Ping An said lightly.

Shui'er and the driver, "..."

Why do they think her lady is a little thick-skinned?

But it's better to have someone pay than to be chased by the store.

"Of course, you gave me a painting, I don't know how to thank you?" Meng Huo sat down, and his servant reached out and pulled the driver and Shui'er.

The two immediately understood and got up to go to another table.

Originally, the master and servant would not sit at the same table, and they were afraid that they had no money to pay the bill, so they didn't dare to mention it.

Now they can finally go to another table to eat.

"Shui'er stay, you go over." Ping An pulled Shui'er.

She felt that a girl, how could she eat with two rough men, at least her maid didn't have to.

Meng Huo didn't say anything.

"Your Highness the Eighth Prince, you don't think that you can buy that painting with the price of a meal, do you?" Ping An raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Of course not, your painting is priceless, it's not an exaggeration, you can ask for anything you want." Meng Huo said generously, looking at her with a probing look.

"Since you said so, I won't be polite, I want a few acres of land."

"..."

Meng Huo looked at her strangely, "You want land?"

"What? No?" Ping An raised his eyebrows and looked at him, not afraid at all.

"That's not... I'm just curious, since you want it, I'll give it to you, I have 50 acres of good land in the suburbs, and I'll send the deed later."

"Thank you." Ping An raised his glass to indicate.

"No need to thank me, your painting is priceless, not to mention, you saved my life... But I'm very curious, have we met before?" Meng Huo looked at her with some doubts.

Ping An had already lifted the veil of her hat. She smiled at him and said, "You said I saved you, so of course I have seen you before."

"Not that time. I have a very familiar feeling towards you. I mean, have we met before?"

"Of course not. I have always lived in a very remote countryside. It is impossible for me to have met your Highness." Ping An smiled slightly. What she said was true.

After all, if she dared to talk about the things in her previous life, no one would dare to believe it.

"..."

Meng Huo was a little distressed, because the longer he was in contact with her, the stronger this feeling became, but why was it?

"Are you short of money?"