Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 830 Porridge
"I'll seriously think about it."

Luo Qiu gave this answer to Song Ying's question.

Of course, Song Ying never thought that she could get the answer she expected - because this guy was so calm... so calm that it even made people a little scared.

No matter how strong a person is, or a person who is indifferent to life and death, or even just trying to pretend to be calm, there are always traces to follow.

He neither felt pity for the cheating white man, nor was he moved by the cut-off palm of the other party. As for the scene of feeding the crocodile at the end, it was more like watching a circus performance—and it was not very exciting. performance.

Either he's extremely cold-blooded, or he's born with an emotional disability—or, for him, this kind of thing is just a pediatric thing.

"Who the hell are you?" Song Ying stared at Luo Qiu again, trying her best to catch every slight change in his expression.

"For you, I am Luo Qiu." Luo Qiu thought for a while.

"For us?" Song Ying frowned, "Isn't that for us? Who are you?"

"Miss Song doesn't need to worry about too many things." Luo Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I won't stay for a long time. Maybe in a few days, maybe in a week, I will leave."

"You want to go?" Song Ying heard an unexpected answer.

"It depends on the situation. If there are more interesting things here, I should stay for a few more days." Luo Qiu said indifferently.

"Really?" Song Ying raised her brows and snorted coldly, "Very well, I will make you feel more bored than ever before."

After saying that, Song Ying didn't say anything more, ignored Luo Qiu, and left the independent villa suite in the hotel accompanied by Otas.

She didn't arrange any entertainment for Luo Qiu, and she didn't even say a word to Luo Qiu anymore, almost treating him as transparent and non-existent - despite this, the people in the hotel didn't dare to do so.

Although Ms. Ying seemed to be having trouble with this Mr. Luo... But she didn't see her drive away this guy surnamed Luo, did she?

God knows if Ms. Sakura will suddenly say: You don't have to go to work tomorrow?
Therefore, Otas, the general manager of the hotel, did not dare to neglect this young man at all, "That... Ms. Sakura is actually a very nice person, why don't you go and coax her?"

"We are not the kind of relationship you think." Luo Qiu smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about me, Mr. Otas is also busy, I have no problem staying by myself."

Because Song Ying didn't express any reason, Luo Qiu followed all the way, and then came to a spacious office.

At this time, the general manager Otas looked at Song Ying who was reviewing documents at the desk without saying a word, so he had to smile wryly, and then lowered his voice and said, "Okay then, Mr. Luo, if you need anything, please call Just tell me. There is a secretary on duty outside the door, you can also tell her, I will give orders."

"It's work."

……

……

After Otas left, Song Ying suddenly looked up at Luo Qiu.Luo Qiu felt the gaze, and asked curiously, "Is there something wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Song Ying just stared at Luo Qiu intently, and after a while, as if she had figured something out, she put her hands on the keyboard and started typing.

Luo Qiu smiled, and after turning up the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees, he walked lightly to the bookshelf in the office, and picked up a book.

"If you're sleepy, just find a room to sleep in." Song Ying didn't even look up, she didn't know when typing on the keyboard turned into writing and drawing on documents, "The service of this hotel is pretty good. If you have any special needs, I can satisfy you. Although I don't have a good impression of you, you are also from the Song family after all, and I can't treat you badly. "

"I'll just read a few books." Luo Qiu pointed to the book that he had just taken off the shelf.

"Tea Classics".

"It's up to you." Song Ying lowered her head and started to work again.

"Shall I pour you a glass of water?" Luo Qiu looked at the almost empty glass next to Song Ying.

"Don't disturb me." Song Ying didn't raise her head, "Also, turn back the air conditioner for me, I'm afraid of the heat."

Luo Qiu nodded, walked to the controller on the wall again, adjusted the air conditioner to the original temperature, and then walked back to the sofa, but this time Luo Qiu's footsteps were softer.

In fact, reading e-books will be more convenient and more complete.

But not as good as paper books.Luo Qiu is a person who likes to read, and it didn't take long before he was immersed in the content of this "Tea Classic".

The minute and second hands of the white clock on the wall rotate slowly.

Two o'clock in the morning...02:30...[-]:[-]...

Song Ying raised her head occasionally, glanced at Luo Qiu who was reading a book, then lowered her head and started to work again.

Four o'clock in the morning... 38:[-]... Song Ying stood up holding the document, turning the pen in her hand, and had completely sunk into the world of work.

She didn't even feel that in this office, besides herself, there was actually one more person than usual.

She almost... No, she had completely ignored Luo Qiu's existence.

At 23:[-] in the morning, Song Ying threw down the pen in her hand, stretched herself, and beat her shoulder.

"Are you gone?" Song Ying looked at the place where Luo Qiu was sitting, and she was no longer there... She didn't even know when she was gone.

Song Ying directly dialed the number of the secretary outside the office, "Where is the guy surnamed Luo, did you find a room to sleep?"

The secretary said: "No, Ms. Ying, early in the morning, some gentlemen came to pick up Mr. Luo."

"Picked up, who?" Song Ying frowned.

"Mr. Xiao Song came here in person." The secretary said quickly, "It's been more than 20 minutes."

"Well, I see." Song Ying finally calmed down - it seemed that Luo Qiu hadn't returned all night, and even her uncle Song Haoran couldn't sit still, so she came over to pick him up in person.

Song Ying shook her head, she didn't like how grandpa and uncle treated this guy like a baby.

"Mr. Xiao Song, did you say anything else?"

"Mr. Xiao Song said that he wanted to take someone back to have breakfast with the chairman. He said that the chairman has not woken up yet, so there is still time..."

"Mind your own business..." Song Ying muttered, then shook her head: "You can bring me something to eat, I'm a little hungry."

Not long after, the secretary walked in with a tray.

There was only a porcelain bowl on the plate, but what was contained in it surprised Song Ying: "White porridge?"

The secretary nodded and said, "Miss Sakura, you stayed up all night, it's better to eat something light."

Song Ying shook her head and said, "Take it away, I won't eat it, it's too bland, I don't like things that don't taste, have you forgotten?"

The secretary was a little disappointed and anxious at the same time, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Ying, why don't you often, I... I've actually endured it for a long time. Besides, it's not tasteless, I even put ginkgo in it. "

Song Ying glanced at the secretary, seeing that the little secretary's back felt cold, but suddenly picked up the spoon and took a bite.

Soft and glutinous, although it is light, it has the sweet taste of ginkgo spreading in the mouth, as if the fatigue on the body was washed away in an instant, Song Ying suddenly had a big appetite, and started to eat spoonful after spoonful.

"Not bad, I can eat this." Song Ying nodded.

The little secretary immediately beamed with joy, and hurriedly said: "There is still in the kitchen, Miss Ying likes to eat, may I add some more for you?"

Song Ying nodded.

……

The little secretary walked out of the office happily holding the bowl, but she suddenly glanced at her position - about an hour and a half ago.

That Mr. Luo came out suddenly and asked her, "Do you want Miss Song to praise you and give you a smile?"

"But……"

"Miss, you are the kind of person who will not reject other people's kindness."

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PS: I climbed four hills today and walked more than ten kilometers of mountain roads. For the first time, I felt that my knees were not enough... Tired, short and weak, let’s be short and weak.

(End of this chapter)