Leng Shaodu loves the genuine daughter

When the waitress brought the steaming snow top coffee and lemonade with ice, the three of them remained relatively silent. Of course, An Xia focused on flipping through the sketchbook in her hand, and left for a few minutes to say yes. In the bathroom, taking advantage of the stall she left, the proprietress asked what happened.

Only Xu Qijun recounted last night's chance encounter and what happened in front of the fast food restaurant in the morning, and of course he could avoid the sketchbook and his little thoughts.

"So that's the situation. Thank you very much. Please forgive me for An Xia's gaffe today. Maybe it's because of her work that she's a little emotional."

When An Xia came out of the bathroom, she saw the proprietress talking to Xu Qijun. Although she understood that it was normal to miss one or two things in such a big backpack, why did Xu Qijun only leave out this sketchbook? Subconsciously, she felt that the man in front of her was not as simple as she imagined.

As a result, just after An Xia sat down, the two people who were talking with each other fell silent. An Xia didn't feel embarrassed, instead she put the bag in her hand beside her, and took out something from it with her right hand quietly. hold in hand.

Xu Qijun, who has been relatively silent all the time, didn't care about An Xia's attitude at all. Instead, he talked to the proprietress, and he didn't even forget to drink lemonade with ice. In fact, it wouldn't be so bad to drink cold drinks with ice in the snowy winter Not to mention the fragrance of lemon, the sweet and sour taste remains between the mouth and mouth after drinking, the taste is indeed special.

"It seems that Ms. An Xia cares about this sketchbook very much. It seems to be a long time ago. The outer cover is a little worn out, and there are traces of time on it."

An Xia held the coffee cup between her index finger and thumb, and a mocking smile quickly flashed across her face. Sure enough, he did it on purpose, otherwise why would she ask such a question? He planned to discuss further topics with this man, so he answered irrelevant questions.

"Mr. Xu seems to have not answered my former boss's question about whether there are any questions about the cheongsam made by our club, because I haven't seen your confirmation in the electronic receipt."

Hearing that An Xia wasn't as startling as before, the proprietress immediately picked up the topic, asking Xu Qijun if he was a bride and felt that the size was inappropriate, and it was better to modify it before the wedding, so as not to delay the wedding.

This topic, which seemed to be more traditional Chinese medicine, was taken away by Xu Qijun's simple words, "The bride will come in person in two days, because the wedding will also be held in this small town, so she hopes to communicate with the designer in person, after all She doesn't like one thing about my aesthetics."

Although there is nothing wrong with this answer, An Xia obviously does not think it is true, so she retorts. After all, for a person who has already left her job, she has obviously left the club, but this profession is different from other jobs and can be handed over. After all She is a designer, every piece of clothing she designs is a life, how can she allow it to be left behind or let others take over, but dragging it on for two days is tantamount to wasting her time.

"Although I have explained Miss An Xia's resignation, the bride does not think that Miss An will leave the clothes she designed. After all, it is a waste of energy and thought. How can it be impossible to wait for two days? If it is really If there is a personal reason, it is completely possible to remotely video on MSN, but I need to act as a medium, because she does not know a word of French."

"I accept the bride's suggestion. I will wait for two days, so this is the answer. If the bride has no other questions, please follow the VIP customer procedure to confirm the item with our club after three days. Receipt slip, since we've finished talking about business, let's talk about private matters, you helped me dry-clean my backpack, thank you very much, here is a check." An Xia said and put the check in front of Xu Qijun.

She hesitated for a long time along the way, not intending to continue to have anything to do with Xu Qijun, so she just checked the price of Xu Qijun's newly bought outdoor backpack 'Lotto' on the Internet in the bathroom, and then directly filled in the corresponding price on the check By the way, I also made up the odds to make up a whole number, which was regarded as the dry cleaning fee for him.

"An Xia, what are you doing?" The proprietress was a little puzzled.

Xu Qijun was drinking lemonade with ice in his glass. He glanced at the number on the check and smiled. She was indeed an extremely smart woman. The amount on it was obviously the price of the newly launched outdoor backpack. There were even a few more places, so he opened his mouth slowly.

"Did Miss An Xia include the dry cleaning fee?" Xu Qijun put down the glass, then looked at the woman beside him with a smile, her silence represented an affirmative answer, so he hesitated and continued: "Look Those who come to me should remind me whether I should also pay me some cheap labor, there is hard work if there is no credit!" As a gentleman, Xu Qijun's remarks are obviously a bit humorous, maybe it is to ease the atmosphere.

But An Xia has always been known for her paranoid temper, otherwise she would not have put aside Lu Yan and her emotional entanglements, fled the grievances of the rich and came to France to settle down, so she calmly responded: "Because you last night The reason for this is that my arm is strained. Although it has been treated briefly at a nearby clinic, further examinations are needed, so your so-called cheap labor is of course used as the payment for my medical expenses. We will not communicate with each other from now on. Oops, and please return my backpack to the clubhouse after dry cleaning, my former boss will accept it, thank you."

Xu Qijun had never thought of this unexpected conversation. He subconsciously thought that the reason why An Xia resisted him so much was because he realized that the sketchbook on the first floor was completely made by him on purpose, so he targeted him more and more.

"Okay, since Ms. An Xia's calculation is so clear, then I have no choice but to agree, but I hope this little episode will not affect the fact that I made the cheongsam dress in the clubhouse. Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will take the bride to the clubhouse , by the way, send your backpack there, and please Miss An Xia to come to the appointment on time."

"No problem, then it's settled. We still have something to do, so I'm sorry. I just bought it. Please don't worry. Then, see you, Mr. Xu."

After An Xia finished speaking, she took the sketchbook and got up and wanted to leave, but Xu Qijun who was next to her waved her hand, and put her hand on the chair behind An Xia, but she didn't intend to give up her seat.

"Why don't I send the two ladies back, I can't..." Before he could finish speaking, An Xia had already opened the table behind him, bypassed Xu Qijun and walked out, because the table was moving and rubbing loudly. A few French people around took an unfriendly look at An Xia, as if they were condemning her actions with their eyes, but Xu Qijun who was beside him immediately gave them an apologetic smile.

The embarrassing scene made the landlady laugh dryly, made an apologetic gesture to Xu Qijun, and followed An Xia out.

"I said, are you crazy? Why are you targeting Xu Qijun all of a sudden? You can't be the one who loves and hates deeply! He's not the Lu Yan you've been thinking about day and night. Could it be that you are the wrong person? It's gone!!" The proprietress complained directly to An Xia as soon as she walked out of the cafe.

After all, she has been with An Xia for several years, and she also understands this female designer's temper, not to mention targeting someone so deliberately, she has never seen An Xia speak loudly with anyone, let alone talk to anyone directly like just now. It is simply unheard of to deliberately embarrass Xu Qijun by pulling tables in public places! !
"Are you condemning my good friend for a wealthy Wall Street guy? Are you sure?"

Without Xu Qijun's admixture, An Xia's tone of voice felt much softer. The proprietress just smiled meaningfully, letting An Xia hold her arm, and the two walked towards the small square. The clubhouse wasn't too far away, not to mention walking on the streets with finely crushed snowflakes made them more interested.

"Don't you think this Xu Qijun seems to have feelings for you? Otherwise, how could he spend his time thinking, but I had a good impression of him at first, but thinking about it, he came here to customize dresses for the bride, how could he be so thoughtful about you?" Interested, half-hearted before getting married, such a man really needs to give some color."

"So you support my approach!"

"Haha... I didn't expect that your last business before leaving the club would be such a flirtatious groom, so, I feel that I need to worry about the bride who is about to jump into the fire pit!"

The two chatted for a long time along the way. When An Xia returned to the clubhouse, she rearranged the things that belonged to her. Leaving, smiling and waving goodbye to her.

An Xia was very happy about the lost sketchbook. After all, every sketch in it was her most precious memory from the past. How could she be willing to forget those past events, especially the memories about Lun and those good friends.

When she got home, she sorted it out, took out the medicinal wine and wiped it back and forth on her arms, and suddenly remembered the business card, so she picked up the phone and called. The other party was also a female doctor, with a very sincere attitude, and Said that a friend had said hello in advance, so he could come over at any time, no appointment needed.

On the phone, the other party told her that she could go directly to the third consulting room on the seventh floor of the outpatient building. After An Xia thanked her, she picked up her coat and prepared to go to the central hospital. After all, the body is the capital of the revolution, and the right arm was injured, which affected the quality of life. She dare not neglect.