A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

After finishing his work, Shu Ange stood in the attic, blowing the night wind and smelling the smell of fire in the air, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Let's have supper together."

"Um?"

Shu Ange looked back at Qi Hengyu, he turned back to the study, and she followed happily.

polite?

What is polite, can I eat it?

After entering the study, Qi Hengyu rang the bell and asked the waiter to bring down the cold food and make a few new ones.

When the postman entered the study and saw Shu Ange with a silk scarf on his face, he looked at his nose and eyes and looked at his heart as if he hadn't seen it. He took a deep breath after he went out, and felt that their supervisor had changed his temper.

Although he couldn't see his face, the man in black was indeed a slender girl. The study supervised by their family had never been entered by a strange woman.

There is only one thing, the servant can't think of how exactly this woman came to the supervising study room. Did she fly in with wings?

After the messenger left, only Shu Ange and Qi Hengyu were left in the room. Her eyes flashed, she walked to the bookshelf, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Qi, can I read your book?"

Qi Hengyu was sitting in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand and not knowing what to write, he only responded with two words: "Look."

I don't know if it's because of shared weal and woe, but Qi Hengyu's attitude is obviously much better, at least he no longer refuses people thousands of miles away like before.

Shu Ange took out an original German book and said that the cover turned out to be "Principles of Mechanics", she put it in and took out another book, the title of which was "European Oil Painting Appreciation".

These books all have traces of being reviewed, and she flipped through them again, and found that Qi Hengyu's reading field spanned a lot beyond her imagination.

When she was flipping through the books in front of the bookshelf, Qi Hengyu kept writing.

The footsteps of the footman sounded, and the smell of the food came. Shu Ange arranged the bookshelf in order. When he turned back, the footman had already left and closed the door.

This time, there were two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and the hot four dishes and one soup were exquisite in color, flavor, and taste.

Shu Ange took off the silk scarf and greeted Qi Hengyu with a smile against the guest: "I pray to supervise the office, eat first, and then have the strength to work after eating."

Although there are not many dishes, they are very delicate and nutritious. The four dishes are sea cucumber braised pork tendon, abalone braised loosestrife, mushroom braised chicken, fish maw braised ham, and a crab roe tofu soup.

Qi Hengyu put down the book, walked over to Xu Anle, sat down, and picked up the chopsticks.

Shu Ange enthusiastically took the dishes for him. He silently looked at the dishes on the rice, and then took them back into her bowl with chopsticks.

"..."

After many years in the arena, Shu Ange was born for the first time, and there is also the emotion of this kind of operation.

She has seen people accepting vegetables with ease, and she has seen polite rejections, but she has never seen such a direct return.

As someone who has seen strong winds and waves, Shu Ange ate the vegetables silently.

"Prayer, do you like watching dramas?"

Shu Ange filled a small bowl of soup and chatted with Qi Hengyu while eating.

Fortunately, Qi Hengyu didn't have any rules about sleeping or eating, and he was not so cold that he regarded her as air. He replied with three words - "I don't like it."

Shu Ange laughed and said embarrassingly: "What a coincidence, I happen to be singing, I hope the supervisor will not hate me."

Qi Hengyu, who cherishes words like gold, looked up at Shu Anle: "Why do you want to sing?"

Shu Ange, who has always had a good impression of Qi Hengyu, was stunned for a while when faced with the question of why not eat minced meat.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, then answered with chopsticks in her hand.

"In order to live, or in order to survive, I can only sing."

Shu Ange smiled, his eyes curved like crescent moons.

"You're good at it."

"I've already been awarded by the supervisor. If you are short of bodyguards someday, I will be the first to sign up."

A seemingly unrelated sentence made Shu Ange understand the reason for Qi Hengyu's question just now. In his eyes, her ability is okay, but singing is a bit underpowered.

But Qi Hengyu never knew that singing is the best choice for the original owner who doesn't know martial arts and hasn't read any books.

When it comes to singing, Shu Ange thinks of something, the recruitment of Chongya Women's Course is about to start, and she should also participate in the interview.

Besides, she hasn't been on stage for nearly a week, and now that she is separated from the two of Zhou's wife, she doesn't plan to go to the Spring and Autumn Theatre.

It is also common for opera singers to change places everywhere. Shu Ange does not plan to make money by singing operas, just for the sake of fame.

After eating, Shu Ange put down his chopsticks, and before Qi Hengyu got up, he asked obediently, "Mr. Qi, can you give me a piece of your business card, and can I visit you in Liu's house in the future?"

Qi Hengyu looked at the girl who was indescribable in four words, but he couldn't hate her in his heart.

When he was at the banquet, he didn't really have any impression of her. He only remembered that she was good-looking, followed her all the time, and was quite courageous.

This time, she climbed up from his window sill in the middle of the night, and pierced the assassination plan carefully arranged by the political enemy with a smile, allowing him to strike first.

In terms of love and reason, he should accept this love and express something to her.

But this girl is too strange. In her beautiful eyes, innocence and sophistication coexist, making him unpredictable.

It's just a business card, and it should be given to her.

Qi Hengyu opened the wallet and took out a business card from it, then took off the pen in his jacket pocket, tore a check, and wrote a number and handed it to her.

Shu Ange smiled and took the business card with both hands. He was a little surprised when he glanced at Wu Qianyuan on the cheque, but he still pushed the cheque back firmly: "Mr. Qi, I can't accept this cheque without merit."

Qi Hengyu raised his eyebrows slightly and pushed the check in front of her again: "I never owe favors."

Under the bright light, his handsome face glowed with a soft porcelain-white light, and a pair of deep eyes made him even more unfathomable.

"Since this is the case, I can't accept this check, because I want the supervisor to owe me a favor."

Shu Ange rolled up his sleeves slightly, revealing his snow-white wrists, propped his chin with one hand, pushed the check back gently, then put away his business card and stood up.

"Goodbye Mr. Qi, I hope you won't be turned away when I come to visit you another day."

After she finished speaking, she took a step back and walked towards the window.

Qi Hengyu glanced at the check on the table, and when he looked up again, he found that singer Shu An had already climbed on the window.

He stood up, strode towards her, and took her by the shoulders.

As early as when Qi Hengyu got up, Shu Ange noticed it, so she stopped for a moment, and when he held her shoulder, she turned around and asked, "What else do you need, Mr. Qi?"

Mr. Qi, supervising and supervising, Qi Hengyu found that Shu Ange's name for him seemed a bit random.

The night wind blew in through the open window, and the two looked at each other under the light.