Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

After staring out the window for a while, Fu Shiyan remembered the little girl washing her hair at his house. He lowered his head and looked at the time on his phone. His eyelashes moved slightly, covering his dark eyes, and the expression on his face was very light. .

She should go.

With this thought in mind, Fu Shiyan opened the door and walked out. At a glance, he found a little girl lying on the sofa, and his cold eyebrows softened unexpectedly.

The little girl was wearing a suspender skirt, her long hair spread down her back to cover her exposed skin, her slender limbs were exposed to the air, and her fair and transparent skin formed a strong contrast with the gray sofa cushions.

Fu Shiyan came closer, and his dark eyes stared at her, cold and calm, making it difficult to understand his emotions and the depth.

Unlike how energetic she was when she was awake, when she fell asleep she was less cunning and more peaceful, looking extremely well-behaved.

After a while, the sleeping girl woke up leisurely. Aning moved slightly, and the shoulder strap on her right shoulder slipped off, revealing her fair and delicate collarbone.

Then she opened her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she met the deep and dark gaze. She was a little confused. She got up and knelt down on the sofa, and reached out to pull up the slipped shoulder strap.

With her beautiful collarbone hidden in her clothes, the little girl shouted in confusion: "Brother Shi Yan?"

Fu Shiyan glanced at her indifferently, his delicate face expressionless.

"woke up?"

Aning nodded and said "Yeah", raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes. When did he come out?

Why is there no sound at all?

He must have been watching her sleep.

"Gulu gulu" her stomach growled very unsatisfactoryly while she was still thinking about it.

Perhaps even he didn't expect that Aning's eyes widened, his cheeks burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his toes curled up in embarrassment.

He said to Fu Shiyan abruptly: "Is your stomach growling?"

Fu Shiyan: "..."

An Ning regretted it when she said this. It was too obvious that she wanted to hide it.

"Go change clothes and eat."

The man pursed his lips slightly and moved his gaze slightly away from her face. His expression was still as cold as ever, not affected by what she just said.

"what?"

Aning looked at him and blinked. Did she hear it correctly?

Are you taking her to dinner?

Standing up from the sofa, Aning approached Fu Shiyan hesitantly and looked at him carefully.

"Brother Shi Yan, did you speak just now?"

The sudden approach made Fu Shiyan very uncomfortable. After smelling the fragrance of the little girl, the tips of his cold white ears gradually turned crimson. He took two steps back, and his pointed Adam's apple rolled unnaturally.

"Ah."

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Aning, who went back and changed his clothes, was in a dazed state, unable to hide the smile on his face.

So rounding up is equivalent to dating.

I never expected that the progress would be so great all of a sudden.

After quickly arranging her appearance, Aning paused in front of the mirror for a moment, and finally applied a soft and radiant lipstick.

When she reached the entrance hall, she took a deep breath, still a little unbelievable and unreal.

She stood on tiptoes and glanced outside with cat eyes, and a tall and straight man appeared in her sight.

Very good, the target mission is outside, confirmed!

We want to eat together.

After opening the door, Aning smiled and said to the man, "I've kept you waiting for a long time."

Hearing the sound, the man slowly raised his eyes to look at her. Suddenly, an imperceptible softness appeared in his eyes, and his thin lips opened slightly.

"Soon, let's go."

His voice is very nice, low and magnetic, giving people a unique sense of security and a sense of solidity.

Just like everyone else, she felt.

From the elevator to the garage, Aning followed him politely without saying a word.

It wasn't until he got into the car that he asked her, "Do you want anything to eat?"

After pulling up the seat belt, Aning thought for a while. She really didn't want to eat anything in particular: "Anything is fine. I will eat whatever Brother Shi Yan eats."

Fu Shiyan frowned and glanced at her. He felt very comfortable in his home, but now he was being polite to her outside?

The car was silent all the way, and the car drove for about ten minutes before slowly stopping in front of a restaurant.

After the two got off the car together, Aning followed the man into the restaurant with some embarrassment. During this period, they had zero exchanges. Aning once wondered if she had just said the wrong thing.

The environment of the restaurant is in a very antique Chinese style. There are screens between the scattered tables. There is a white porcelain vase on each table. There are some light blue flowers in the vase. The clusters look very special. Tasteful.

The staff inside all wore uniform light blue cotton and linen coats, and their manners were very generous.

Aning followed Fu Shiyan upstairs and around the corner into a private room. As soon as they sat down, a waiter was attentively refilling tea for them.

"Is Mr. Fu still the same?"

"Well, give her another menu." Fu Shiyan sat across from Aning and motioned to the waitress to pass the menu to her.

After taking the menu, Aning held it with both hands, sitting in a serious posture, just like the way he was afraid of being called on when he was in school.

She was not polite and ordered a few of her favorite dishes. After laying down the menu, she pointed at the desserts on the dessert bar.

He asked cautiously: "Brother Shi Yan, can I eat this?"

"what ever."

After getting permission, she ordered a few more signature desserts, handed the menu to the waiter with satisfaction, pursed her lips and smiled: "That's it for now."

After the waiter left, the private room was surprisingly quiet. Aning wanted to break the embarrassment but didn't know what to do. He could only keep drinking the tea in front of him and glance at the man from time to time.

The man opposite is undoubtedly good-looking. The simple shirt outlines his strong outline and makes his whole person clean and neat.

Qing Jun's facial features look particularly distinct, the light and shadow above his head fall on the straight bridge of his nose, and his beautiful eyebrows. His lips were perfectly shaped. Perhaps he had just drank water, and his full lips were faintly stained with water color.

If you look carefully, you can still find a very small black mole on his lower lip line, which looks as charming as water.