"You're welcome! Aren't we all descendants of Yan and Huang?"

Zhang Wei smiled and took out his lighter, played a trick on the fire, and lit a cigarette for himself coolly.

As soon as he took a sip, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was this girl ignoring him? Could it be that she didn't tip him enough just now?

That’s 20 US dollars, which is almost 140 yuan in RMB, so it should be quite a lot.

Zhang Wei had inquired about the market situation in China, and being able to give a tip of 20% of the price is already quite a lot, most of which are less than 10%. After all, tipping is just a courtesy appreciation.

Thinking like this, Zhang Wei looked at Jingjing with some displeasure. He felt that this girl was a little too greedy.

At this time, Jingjing was clutching 20 US dollars tightly, but she was completely motionless. Her big eyes were staring at Zhang Wei's hands that were lighting cigarettes, wide open.

Zhang Wei saw Jingjing's expression at this time and immediately understood that he must have misunderstood the other party just now, but he was a little confused, why did the other party suddenly become a wooden stake?

Zhang Wei didn't dare to move. He lowered his head gently and looked at his hands. He felt that it was normal and nothing strange.

Then he looked around doubtfully and saw that there were no no-smoking signs nearby.

Suddenly, Zhang Wei seemed to understand something, and he quickly put the cigarette in his mouth, freed his hand, took out the cigarette, pulled one out and handed it to Jingjing.

"Sorry, I forgot to give you a cigarette."

Zhang Wei said this, but he still couldn't figure it out in his heart.

Although I have heard that girls here in the United States smoke a lot, I have never heard that there is a habit of forcibly dispersing cigarettes here in the United States?

Is not dissipating the cigarette the same as not tipping, or is it a sign of impoliteness and being ungentlemanly?

Zhang Wei suddenly thought of the waiter he saw in the hotel lobby last night. When he was helping a lady carry her luggage to the door, the lady didn't give a tip. The waiter just kept thinking quietly.

Stare at the lady until she feels embarrassed and takes the initiative to pay for a tip.

The more Zhang Wei thought about it, the more he felt that this might be the case.

Sure enough, after Jingjing discovered that Zhang Wei handed her a cigarette, she was slightly stunned, then took the cigarette from Zhang Wei with a smile, and then asked Zhang Wei: "Can you lend me a lighter?"

"No problem, go on." Zhang Wei said, and he threw the lighter at the other party happily, and continued to mutter: "I haven't seen you smoking for a day, I thought you didn't know how to smoke...!"

Zhang Weizheng was rambling, but he found that Jingjing was even worse than before. From the moment he threw the lighter, her eyes were nervously staring at the lighter thrown at her, and her hands subconsciously dropped what she was holding.

bag, spread it out and picked it up in the direction where the lighter fell.

After Jingjing received the lighter, Zhang Wei clearly felt that she breathed a sigh of relief, but then he saw Jingjing's body trembled, and she stared at the lighter in her hand almost in a daze, motionless.

Zhang Wei took a closer look and saw that Jingjing's eyes were misty and there was obviously water splashing in his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Wei quickly asked with concern.

Jingjing immediately came back to her senses, sniffed, and at the same time raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

"I might have sand in my eyes."

"Isn't it a problem?" Zhang Wei smiled and didn't say anything. There was no wind just now, so how could sand get in his eyes? This kind of excuse has long been used in movies and TV shows.

"Yeah." She nodded quietly, then clicked twice and lit the lighter.

However, it was then that she realized that the cigarette in her hand had fallen by her feet at some point, and she quickly leaned down to pick it up.

Zhang Wei had already seen that she could no longer smoke. As an old smoker, she must have thought of cigarettes first, not of lighting a fire.

Sure enough, after Jingjing picked up the cigarette, maybe to cover up her embarrassment, she held it between her fingers, put the lighter to light again, and then took a strong puff.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Jingjing was choked and coughed violently.

After coughing for almost half a minute, Jingjing finally recovered. She looked up and saw Zhang Wei looking at her with a smile, as if he had expected this, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"I've never smoked domestic cigarettes, so I'm not used to it."

Jingjing put out the cigarette in her hand and awkwardly handed the lighter back to Zhang Wei, but she was still arrogant.

Zhang Wei took the lighter with a smile, and while tossing it in his hand, he pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, no wonder, I thought you didn't know how to smoke."

Jingjing blushed a little when she was told that, but when she saw the lighter that Zhang Wei kept throwing up, she suddenly became nervous and lost her mind. Her eyes followed the abandoned lighter up and down without paying attention at all.

Come to what Zhang Wei is talking about.

It wasn't until Zhang Wei suddenly took the lighter in his hand and put it in his trouser pocket that Jingjing seemed to come to his senses, but his expression seemed a little lost.

Zhang Wei didn't say anything, raised his head, and pretended to admire the night view, waiting to see if this girl would take the initiative to mention his lighter.

Just when Jingjing was holding his lighter in a daze, Zhang Wei realized that Jingjing might recognize this lighter.

Later, when Jingjing handed the lighter back to him, Zhang Wei could clearly feel how hard Jingjing was holding the lighter.

Apparently Jingjing herself didn't realize how reluctant she was at that time.

However, all these details were noticed by Zhang Wei, and he even checked them with his eyes by tossing a lighter.

What story happened between Jingjing and this lighter...

No matter how unbelievable Zhang Wei felt at this time, judging from his years of experience accompanying his wife to watch Kimchi dramas, there was definitely a very bloody story hidden in Jingjing's body.

Since there are definitely signs of a bloody plot, we must gossip to the end, because there is only one truth!

"Mr. Zhang, it's almost eight o'clock in the evening, and I'm a little tired... If you don't have anything else to do, I think... I can go back first..."

"I also want to go to the casino, can you go with me? I can give you overtime pay, how about $20 an hour?"

Zhang Wei raised the corner of his mouth evilly, the little girl wants to escape from her shell, there is no way!

Since God has handed this lighter into my brother's hands in a bloody manner, I will not withdraw my troops unless I gossip to the end.

Otherwise, how can I be worthy of this thing called "fate"?

"Ah!" Jingjing obviously didn't expect Zhang Wei to say such a thing. She was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to answer. He was obviously a fat man who always asked for hamburgers, so why did he become so generous at this moment?

"What, is it inconvenient for you? Forget it, I can just find a place to go shopping by myself." As he said that, Zhang Wei deliberately raised the lighter in his hand in front of his eyes, pretending to be appreciative: "Originally, I wanted to thank you.

For today's companionship, I am also planning to give you a small gift at the end...such as an exquisite gadget like this."
Chapter completed!