Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

Meng Shuyao was really surprised.

The middle school he attended was from junior high school to senior high school, which is equivalent to staying in a school for six years.

Six years is already a long time, not to mention Meng Shuyao's middle school life is quite colorful, he is familiar with most of his classmates in the first and last three grades, but he has no impression of Song Yuzhou.

But maybe he transferred from another school and only studied for a year in the third year of high school.

Meng Shuyao did not delve into this issue.

He Jing also spoke at the right time: "If you have no objections, you can follow this plan."

Zhao Fan didn't answer directly, but turned his head and chatted with Song Yuzhou for a while.

I don't know what the two said, but Song Yuzhou's expression was not good all the time, his brows were slightly frowned, and Zhao Fan seemed to be persuading him all the time.

Meng Shuyao had already accepted the reality, and at this moment he was still distracted thinking about it. Song Yuzhou must be very unwilling, but he still had to cooperate with the business.

Anyway, I feel bad and you don't feel good either.

Evened out.

The conversation didn't last long. About seven or eight minutes later, Zhao Fan adjusted his expression, smiled at He Jing and said, "Our side is fine."

In fact, most of the business matters have already been discussed by the two parties, and today they are just getting to know each other, meeting each other, and then dealing with some details. The overall problem is not big.

He Jing was very satisfied with the result: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Everyone is very busy, so I won't make another appointment." She glanced at her phone and said vigorously, "The person I made an appointment with will come in half an hour. , when the time comes, I will take two photos of you eating together and post them on Weibo, and then I will find someone to market them."

"I need to trouble Manager Zhao to cooperate." He Jing smiled.

Zhao Fan then said politely: "No trouble no trouble, thank you for your hard work, Manager He."

He Jing nodded and turned to Meng Shuyao: "It's not easy to shoot here. Someone will take you to the agreed place later. I'll send you a message after the shoot."

Meng Shuyao responded.

The selected place is actually a private room, but it is not a separate small room.It is only slightly covered by the sandalwood beads hanging down. As long as you look carefully, you can see the facial features and movements clearly.

The table is not big, filled with Cantonese-style refreshments, and there are only two seats facing each other, with a cup of hot tea for each.

It's really like going out for a dinner appointment alone.

With the absence of the two managers, the atmosphere inevitably became dull.

Meng Shuyao couldn't help pulling down the brim of his hat, he was so embarrassed that he was about to smoke.

Help, he is not familiar with Song Yuzhou at all, not only have to sit and eat together, but also pretend to be familiar.

Isn't this embarrassing!

Meng Shuyao took a deep breath, forced a smile at Song Yuzhou, and had nothing to say: "The tea here is very delicious, you can try it."

Song Yuzhou gave a soft "hmm", with no expression on his face, but his body was visibly stiff, even the movements of holding chopsticks and tea could be described as cautious, and he almost stuck to the base of the wall, as if he was afraid of bumping into Meng Meng. distant.

...Do I have any virus on me?

If you don't want to come, just refuse, why do you still have to come.

Meng Shuyao thought unhappily.

The teapot next to him was dutifully bubbling, and the conversation between the waiter and other customers could be heard faintly not far away. Before Meng Shuyao raised his head, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side.

"I don't want to come," he said.

Meng Shuyao:?

He raised his head in a daze, and met Song Yuzhou's gaze unexpectedly.

The other party's dark pupils were motionless, as if they had been watching for a long time.

At this moment, they looked at each other, and then they suddenly looked away, clenched one hand into a fist and put it under their lips, coughing in a disguised way.

Meng Shuyao didn't pay attention, he was full of despair now.

... No way, I really accidentally said it! !

Compared to him who was at a loss in embarrassment, Song Yuzhou seemed too calm.

There was no dissatisfaction on the surface, but after saying that sentence, the whole person seemed to have used up his speaking quota for today, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he did not say a word.

Meng Shuyao didn't know what to say for a while.

The private room was quiet again.

Fortunately, the refreshments ordered by the manager hadn't been served yet, and the waiter stood outside the bead curtain, asking if the food needed to be served now.

Meng Shuyao immediately said "yes" as if he was granted amnesty.

The food served this time finally has Meng Shuyao's favorite shrimp dumpling. Since his debut, he has been strictly restricted in diet, and it is difficult to go out. It has been a long time since he has eaten this shrimp dumpling.

Although he was full of expectations, this wasn't a meal with an acquaintance, Meng Shuyao still kept it very reserved and didn't show it.

The center of the table was already full of refreshments, and only a few dishes could barely be placed beside the two of them.

If it is placed on Song Yuzhou, there is nothing to eat. It is not familiar with it, so it is not easy to stretch out the chopsticks to pick it up.While calculating, Meng Shuyao prayed that the waiter could connect with his brain circuit for a moment.

After all, he really wanted to eat shrimp dumplings!

However, praying didn't work very well, and the waiter was about to put the only plate of shrimp dumplings beside Song Yuzhou.

Meng Shuyao looked back in disappointment.

"—Wait a minute," Song Yuzhou said suddenly before the shrimp dumpling was put down, "I can't put it down here, let's go to another place."

The waiter looked at the relatively empty table where he was the only one, and then at Song Yuzhou whose face remained unchanged, a little embarrassed: "This..."

Meng Shuyao quietly glanced at the delicious shrimp dumplings, quickly looked away, held the teacup, and said very seriously: "It's okay, let me here."

The waiter looked again at the full refreshments in front of him.

"..."

Well, the customer is God.

So the three of them tidied up the table together, and moved a lot of things that were piled up on Meng Shuyao's side to the opposite side.

The plate of money facing Meng Shuyao was taken away by a slender hand.

"Put it here." Song Yuzhou seemed to say casually.

The waiter looked at the vacant seat in front of Meng Shuyao, and quickly put out shrimp dumplings.

Meng Shuyao looked at the past, but Song Yuzhou seemed to be very serious about tidying up, and didn't look back. The slightly abrupt move just now seemed to be an unintentional move.

The hated money belly was replaced by my favorite shrimp dumpling.

Meng Shuyao's mood improved a lot visibly.

Even the unhappiness of being forced to eat with Song Yuzhou was diluted!

Once the dishes are ready, you can start eating.

Meng Shuyao reserved a shrimp dumpling and put it in his bowl, and asked Song Yuzhou politely: "The shrimp dumpling here is very good, do you want one?"

When he said this, his plump and rosy lips were slightly upturned, his upper eyeliner was clear, his eyelashes were dense, and the sunlight from the window shone through, and he could see a thin layer of fluff on his fair skin.

Probably to make this "dinner appointment" look more real, Meng Shuyao dressed casually.The two belts hanging down from the dark gray sweater and hoodie made him very young and obedient, looking like a high school student who didn't graduate.

Song Yuzhou's eyes lingered on him for a short moment, feeling that he hadn't changed much: "No need, I don't like shrimp dumplings."

"Oh." Meng Shuyao expressed regret, but was actually very happy to enjoy the whole shrimp dumpling by himself.

He eats very slowly, he has to chew a lot before he is willing to swallow it, and he eats very seriously, stuffing it into his mouth, the chopsticks in his hand are poking at the food in the bowl, eating while poking , with bulging cheeks like a little squirrel hiding food.

In the past, every time I ate with my family, I was always the last one to finish the meal.People told him to eat faster, but he had to swallow the food in his mouth first, and then seriously said something like "It's already very fast", "I'm trying to eat", with those innocent eyes, It looks very well-behaved, and people can't bear to blame.

This habit has never changed.

While eating, Meng Shuyao was very focused, immersed in the joy of eating a whole plate of shrimp dumplings, completely ignoring Song Yuzhou who was sitting opposite.

Until the mobile phone beside him suddenly rang.

The shrimp dumpling in Meng Shuyao's mouth hadn't been swallowed yet. He was startled by the sound, and immediately choked, coughing non-stop, tears oozing from the end of his eyes, and fumbled around the table with one hand, trying to find water to drink.

In a moment of confusion, someone handed him a cup of warm tea.

It was Meng Shuyao's favorite temperature.

He has many problems with drinking tea, too hot or too cold, and he still prefers to drink black tea.

The temperature is wrong, the type of tea is wrong, nothing works.

Generally speaking, Cantonese-style morning tea is mostly served with green tea such as chrysanthemum tea and jasmine tea, and few teahouses serve black tea.

Therefore, every time Meng Shuyao went out for morning tea, he had to confirm in advance that there was his favorite black tea in the teahouse.

If he comes with someone he doesn't know well, he simply chooses not to drink it.

For this reason, his brother said he didn't know how many times he was a "little troublemaker".

Meng Shuyao held the cup and poured it vigorously, as if he heard a voice telling him to drink more slowly.

He slowed down as he said, drank a few mouthfuls of water, his cheeks puffed up slightly.

Putting down the teacup, Meng Shuyao picked up the phone and found that it was a message from He Jing.

He was overjoyed from the bottom of his heart, his first reaction was that the mission was completed, and now he didn't have to eat with Song Yuzhou anymore.

However, when I clicked on the message, I saw He Jing posting with hatred: How did she know how to bury her head in the meal without any interaction at all!You call this a date?Those who didn’t know thought that you all had no seats to join the table!

Meng Shuyao: "..."

He typed slowly and replied: I know Sister Jing, I will work hard [Soybean wronged]

After Meng Shuyao replied to He Jing, she quietly raised her head to look at Song Yuzhou, only to find that he was also looking down at his mobile phone with a serious expression.

Maybe he also received the news that the broker forced him to open the business.Meng Shuyao thought sympathetically, a feeling of sympathy for each other arose spontaneously.

Sure enough, after Song Yuzhou put down his phone, he hesitated for a while, and picked up the serving chopsticks beside him to pick up a shrimp dumpling for Meng Shuyao.

Meng Shuyao was shocked.

He thought that Song Yuzhou would say something at most, but he didn't expect him to pick up the food as soon as he came up.

Worthy of being an actor, really dedicated!

Meng Shuyao was in awe of being able to sacrifice so much for his work.

Song Yuzhou has worked so hard, how can I fall behind.

Meng Shuyao, who was aroused by the strange desire to win, bit off half of the shrimp dumpling, chewed it carefully, and then pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "It's delicious, thank you."

After a while, Meng Shuyao heard him reply in a low voice, "Just like it."

Well, the first step went well.

Meng Shuyao cheered up in his heart two or three times, full of confidence in his professional ability, and thought of giving Song Yuzhou something to eat in exchange for courtesy, so as to show his determination to work hard.

Hmm...what to pinch.

One shrimp dumpling left?

no!Song Yuzhou said he didn't like it.

Fluffy and soft custard buns?

Meng Shuyao smacked his lips.

Forget it, it's so sweet, Song Yuzhou definitely doesn't like it.

Fragrant glutinous rice chicken?

Meng Shuyao recalled its soft and glutinous taste.

No, I ate half of it, it's very impolite!

Pick and choose, in the end only...

Meng Shuyao cast his eyes on the only money belly on the table that he had not touched.

close √

Haven't eaten√

Song Yuzhou took it by himself√

Great, that's it!

Meng Shuyao chose the object, and immediately started to act. Without thinking, he directly picked up a little money belly with the chopsticks in his hand and put it into the Song Yuzhou bowl. Said: "Taste quickly to see if it tastes good."

After a while, Song Yuzhou squeezed the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, slowly picked up the money belly, put it in his mouth and began to chew.

Meng Shuyao, who hadn't reacted yet, was relieved when he saw him eating, and was going to reward himself with a delicious shrimp dumpling for his hard work.

Raise your hand, pick up the shrimp dumpling, and put it into a bowl——

and many more……

I just now, it seems, no, have, use, public, chopsticks.

Meng Shuyao tilted her head in despair, and sure enough, she found the serving chopsticks lying quietly on the side.

No wonder, no wonder Song Yuzhou had such a strange expression just now!

He wouldn't think I did it on purpose!

Meng Shuyao was so ashamed that he was about to smoke, and after a long time of mental construction, he was ready to explain to Song Yuzhou that he didn't do it on purpose.

"I……"

"It's delicious," he was interrupted before he could utter a word. Song Yuzhou, who was sitting upright, put down his bamboo chopsticks and made a crisp sound as they collided against the porcelain bowl. His expression was serious as if he was giving a speech, "Thank you."

Meng Shuyao: "..."

"No, you're welcome."

Worthy of being an actor, really dedicated!This can be eaten without changing face.

Meng Shuyao was in awe!

The author has something to say:

Xiao Song in Yaoyao's eyes in this chapter: Because of the business, he was forced to use the chopsticks used by the other family, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

The real Xiao Song in this chapter: [Shy] Modo Modo [色] [色] Everything used by my wife is fragrant [色]