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The meeting place was chosen by Mr. Feng himself. The view box is private and quiet, the windows are one-way glass, and the walls are also soundproofed.

It's a great place to meet people in a low-key way.

...In such a closed environment, if the atmosphere does not meet the good expectations and tends to stagnate gradually, it is conceivable that the embarrassment will double and skyrocket.

Can make the average person fidget as if there are nails on the chair.

Feng Yixun is not an ordinary person, there are obviously no nails on his chair.

But the dining chair under his buttocks may be built according to the standard of "the hardest dining chair in the world", allowing him to sit upright on one side of the long dining table, without any relaxation from the shoulders to the legs.

It made Lu Ken, who was sitting across from him on the other side, feel that they were not in the dining room box, but in an interrogation room with a huge one-way monitoring window—it was just that it was hard to tell who was interrogating whom.

They had been sitting across the long table in this way for quite a while without saying a word, and the atmosphere was about to go away on the solemn and stagnant road without turning back.

Lu Ken suddenly let out a "puchi".

This laughter was exchanged for Mr. Feng's cautious gaze that quickly swept over - before Feng Yixun didn't even want to look at Lu Ken, he was looking out the window very deliberately, as if he liked today's scenery very much.

But in fact, he has always focused part of his attention on Luken.

Be very vigilant about the other party's "trouble".

"...What are you laughing at?" Boss Feng asked vigilantly and unfriendlyly, his expression and tone of voice were all capitalized "worse."

There was even a vague smell slowly permeating around him, like a refreshing and slightly bitter sea breeze blowing into a closed room.

The pheromones of high-level Alphas are very domineering, and occasionally they will release a little unconsciously when they are in a bad mood. Coupled with the CEO's expression of "don't get close to strangers", it should be quite deterrent.

It's a pity that Beta didn't respond to pheromones at all, and Luken was not afraid of the president's cold face.

He first raised his hand and pressed it inexplicably on the side of the long table, and then he couldn't help but said with a smile: "You look like you want to distance yourself from me. I was thinking just now, if this table can be moved, you Maybe they'll ask to switch sides and let us sit on the short side of the rectangle."

Not only is his heart not bad, but Beta's heart is also amused by the picture he imagined. When he pressed the table, he was confirming whether the table could be moved or not.

The pheromone released by Feng Yixun was like perfume sprayed by mistake, all sprayed on the face of a guy who lost his sense of smell.

It's useless except to choke himself.

"It's not funny." Mr. Feng, who choked on himself, was unhappy to comment, and he opened his mouth to chat to death.

Most people would be embarrassed in this situation, and perhaps secretly feel that this person really can't answer.

But Lu Ken let out a "huh", as if Feng Yixun was just chatting with him in a very ordinary way. He lowered his elbows on the table, pointed to the French window next to the short side of the long table, and said : "So I was still thinking just now, if you really propose to change sides, I can also sit on the window."

Lu Ken spoke seriously, and he had a wonderful temperament that seemed to be three points more sincere than others in everything he said.

Feng Yixing subconsciously followed his words, and it suddenly appeared in his mind that he really moved the dining chair to sit on the other short side, and when he looked up, there was a huge Luken sitting on the other side of the long table by the window, and he was blocking the table. At the other end of the long table is the scene next to the window, and the other party might be about to sit on the table: "..."

Mr. Feng sat upright for a long time, his upper body wanted to refuse to lean back, and the picture in his imagination obviously couldn't bear to look directly at it.

And Lu Ken blinked his eyes, and his sincere expression suddenly brought a smile again: "Your expression now is exactly the same as I imagined at that time."

"...So you're making fun of me?" Feng Yixun, who finally came to his senses, narrowed his eyes.

"I just want you to relax a little bit." Lu Ken shook his head, not frightened by the danger revealed by President Feng, but seemed to feel that the other party's face finally came alive was very gratifying.

He stood up, touched the outer wall of the sealed cup, poured out the cold water, replaced it with a cup of hot water, and said: "At least you are not tensing yourself like when you first came in. "

Feng Yixun didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the glass of water that was emitting heat again.

The way he and Luken got along in the past ten minutes was almost exactly the same as in the month they had been in contact with each other—except for the moment when they met each other when he first entered the door.

That was really embarrassing.

The moment Feng Yixun saw Lu Ken clearly, he actually had the urge to run away, probably because such behavior was too inappropriate and not domineering, he forcibly nailed his heels to the shiny floor of the box, He held back his face with a dignified expression as if his facial nerves had suddenly died.

Lu Ken's expression was also very surprised when he just raised his head, he was obviously stunned, and seemed very confused about Feng Yixun's arrival.

But soon, he stood up, and said in a surprised and funny tone: "I didn't expect it to be you."

"...I didn't expect it to be you." President Feng said dryly.

He didn't think it was funny, he just wanted to go.

But he's such an alpha who cares about his appearance, and refuses to act like he's scared away by the "speed-dating-to-acquaintance" thing.

So Feng Yixun felt awkward and sat down opposite Lu Ken.

Luken helped him pull out the chair.

Feng Yixun is a person who can make do sometimes, such as turning on only one light in the whole house so that it is not too dark, and he can survive on coffee for two of his three meals a day.

But sometimes, he would suddenly be picky about some places that ordinary people think are unreasonable. He is so picky that even a glass of water is "warm to hot" or "warm to cool", and whether the chair can be opened wide enough to accommodate his long legs. , and there is no need to care about whether he is too far away from the table.

Feng Yixun had so many big and small problems that made him seem difficult to get along with.

But Lu Ken seems to have learned the "Secrets of Feng Zong Shun Mao" without a teacher, and he is always just right.

"...You actually go on a speed date in the same city." Feng Yixun spoke again after taking a sip of the water at the perfect temperature.

After saying this, he realized that it was a bit bad, because in turn, it could also be used to block himself.

But Luken didn't use it to block him in turn. He just re-adjusted the set temperature of the thermostat beside him and said, "I'm using it to practice getting along with people."

It was the first time Feng Yixun heard someone talk about speed dating in such an academic way. He raised his eyebrows: "What can you learn in speed dating apps? Your goal is to become the overlord of online dating?"

The hot water, the chair, and Lu Ken's seemingly unchanging attitude all had miraculous effects, making Feng Yixun seem to have a "one-click recovery" button, and easily regained their previous mode of getting along.

After he finished speaking, he found that this seemed a bit too familiar and did not fit the current "ended" relationship between the two.

The automatic food delivery truck will knock on the door at this time, ring the doorbell of the box outside the door, and ask the guests to let it in with a "beep".

Lu Ken, who had only sat down for 2 minutes, stood up again. He went to put the dining car in, and finished setting the plates for himself and Feng Yixun.

No need to do anything, just waiting for others to serve him, Mr. Feng realized when he picked up the tableware that he still enjoys Luken's service with peace of mind, and completely forgot what he thought about just a second ago." does not meet the end" problem.

"I never thought about becoming the 'overlord of online dating'." Lu Ken said after sitting down again, continuing the previous topic.

Feng Yixun raised his fork and poked at the plate in front of him, a little absent-minded: "So you are?"

"Because I didn't perform very well in this area before, I wanted to try to practice through speed dating." Lu Ken said, "My goal is to work hard to learn what others need."

With a "bang beep", Feng Yixun's cutlery touched the edge of the plate.

He raised his noisy hand a little annoyed, didn't notice that he brought out a little sauce from the plate, and only looked up at Luken.

And Luken took out wet wipes from the tissue box beside him, and rolled up his shirt cuffs to avoid the soup and water lying between them on the dining table.

His smooth forearm stretched out in front of Feng Yixun, and very smoothly helped him wipe off the splashed sauce.

It can be said that Feng Yixun had no memory of what he ate at the end of this dinner.

He only spent the whole dinner thinking about one problem, that is, he might have thought wrong from the beginning and fell into a misunderstanding of thinking.

The so-called "stand up from where you fall" should not be so macroscopic.

Because it wasn't the date that really made him stumble, it was Luken.

"I figured it out." Mr. Feng said solemnly at the end of the dinner, he raised the knife in his hand, tapped Luken from the air, and said in a tone full of fighting spirit, "I want to reunite with you. stand up."

Lu Ken was cutting fruit, because the president has a problem, the mouth may belong to a cat, and the fruit cutting platter that has been processed in the restaurant was served. He either felt that the processing was not meticulous and clean enough, or that the cut pieces were not small enough, so he insisted on Change the knife twice.

When the platter was brought out just now, Feng Yixun's expression became indescribable to the naked eye. He had already put his fingers on the handle of the fork, but he didn't pick up the fork for a long time. He only pressed the handle cautiously, staring at each other with the platter, Using micro-expressions to vividly interpret a sentence: "Can't you become more suitable for people to enter?"

Lu Ken sat across from him, looked at the president's expression for two seconds, and smiled quietly.

He understood the other party's needs without closing his mouth and opening his mouth to explain. He dragged the platter over and began to modify the knife.

A honeydew melon was poked on Feng Yixun's table knife, which was erected on a special trip to signify "declaration of war".

Lu Ken said, "Okay."

The young Beta re-plated the rest of the knife, and pushed it all in front of Mr. Feng who frowned and looked at the melon on the knife, but took it away anyway.

He wiped his hands and asked, "Shall I lie down now?"

The author has something to say:

挑食的封总转了一圈，觉得还是这口陆肯比较对味感谢在2020-02-0409:37:13~2020-02-0420:15:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: 1 masked smile;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Sansan Marriage Tree;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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