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Because her life was too comfortable during this time, Wen Qing had already forgotten about Mr. Song, so when she just walked out of the company gate, when a bodyguard stopped her and said, "Mr. Song is calling you", Wen Qing suddenly There is also a brief short circuit in the head.

Fortunately, Comrade Bodyguard was very considerate, and waited quietly until Wen Qing completed a series of psychological journeys from daze to entanglement to calmness.

He was led into the black car by the bodyguards, and when he opened the door, he saw Mr. Song, who had always been well-dressed and very attractive, gave himself a faint smile.

"I am sorry to trouble you."

"Uh, it's okay. I don't know what Mr. Song wants from me?"

My manager has strictly prohibited meeting with Mr. Song alone, if you don't pay attention, you will fool you, so I didn't plan to get caught up in such a sudden appearance.

"Actually, last time Wen Qing agreed to start with me as ordinary friends, I was very relieved. I wanted to get in touch with you more, but I was worried that it would make you feel nervous, so I never asked you out," Song Suzhi's dark eyes straightened He looked straight at Wen Qing, obviously he didn't have a few words, but with such eyes, Wen Qing's cheeks became hot unconsciously, "But I'm going to country A for a while, so I still want to talk to Wen Qing before I leave. Let's meet and have a meal together."

"Country A?"

"Yes, some work matters." Since it involves Mr. Song's work, Wen Qing decided not to talk about this topic obediently, but watched Song Suzhi gently support his forehead with his hand, and the lights in the car were reflected in Song Suzhi's eyes Make some shadows.

I don't know why Wen Qing always feels that Mr. Song, who seems to be omnipotent in front of others, is a little tired, a little helpless...

"What's the matter? Are you tired?" Song Suzhi asked softly, seeing that Wen Qing was in a daze.

"Oh...maybe I'm a little tired today..."

"Then I'd better send you back to rest first."

To be honest, Wen Qing didn't want to have anything to do with Mr. Song at first, but seeing that the person in front of him didn't seem to be faking his concern for him, he couldn't bear to disappoint him.

"It's okay, and I'm hungry, too."

"Then you can rest in the car first, and we'll go eat something delicious when we get there."

Song Suzhi's smile deepened a bit.

When Wen Qing was taking a nap on the road, he imagined what Song Suzhi would bring him to eat, such as high-end restaurants such as Dingwei Pavilion, such as French cuisine, Japanese cuisine and other delicacies from various countries, and it may even be the last time he was in Mr. Song's villa. The chef's exquisite meal that I ate here.

But after sitting at the dining table, Wen Qing once again realized that it is clear that Mr. Song's thoughts are not something mere mortals can guess.

At this time, Wen Qing and Mr. Song were sitting in a noodle shop. Although it looked clean and tidy, with a warm decoration, it couldn't hide the fact that it was just an ordinary noodle shop.

It's not that Wen Qing only likes high-end restaurants. For many foodies, many street shops are full of high-end restaurants. It's just that Mr. Song is not a person who can eat this kind of ordinary noodle restaurants.

"Wen Qing, if we don't like this store, we can go to other places, is Huaqing Building okay?"

From the noodle shop to Huaqinglou, which is almost the most expensive shop in the city, there are too many jumps!

"It's okay, this one is fine, but I didn't expect Mr. Song to eat this kind of restaurant."

"I really seldom come to this kind of store. In fact, it's not because many people think that my value is not in line with this kind of store, but because of safety considerations. Although this store is ordinary, it tastes really good. It is estimated that you will like it, so I want to bring you to taste it before I leave."

Security considerations?That's right, would a person like Mr. Song encounter opponent assassinations as often as the president bosses in movies and novels?

"Then it doesn't matter if we eat here?"

"Of course, don't worry."

It's already dinner time, but there are still only two guests in the noodle restaurant, Wen Qing and Song Suzhi, and Wen Qing, who realized later, also realized that this should be Song Suzhi's deliberate arrangement.Thinking that there was no safety issue, Wen Qing also relaxed a lot.

During the conversation, the food ordered by the two of them also came up. Two bowls of noodles with ample portions and good looks were brought up, as well as a few side dishes prepared by the store.

Wen Qing couldn't help salivating while looking at the dinner served.

"Try it."

Song Suzhi took the lead to eat with chopsticks, Wen Qing also picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup, and then decided to stop eating. For a while, both of them adhered to the principle of not talking about food, and they were eating noodles in silence.

Seeing Wen Qing's satisfied expression because he ate delicious food that suits his appetite, Song Suzhi was also very satisfied.

Roll the noodles with side dishes, and took a big bite. Wen Qing said that he did not expect that the restaurant Mr. Song chose was really good. Looking up at Song Suzhi, who was also honestly eating noodles, Wen Qing suddenly had a feeling of déjà vu. A sense of familiarity emerges spontaneously.

"What's wrong?" Song Suzhi reminded Jian Wenqing looking at him blankly.

"It's okay, I didn't expect this noodle to be so delicious." Taking a big mouthful of noodle soup, he expressed that he really liked it.

"It's fine if you like it, and I'm worried that you will think that I'm too stingy for only bringing you here to eat in such a small shop."

"How come, I actually like this kind of store better than those high-end stores in Dingwei Pavilion and Huaqing Building."

"Then we have a chance to eat some ordinary and delicious things."

"Okay."

Perhaps because of the fuzziness of the hot air from the food, or the fading away of the feeling of satiety and happiness given by the food, the atmosphere between Wen Qing and Song Suzhi is much warmer and closer than when they came here, as if they were once Sitting and eating together so close and unfamiliar...

Sitting in the taxi, Wen Qing felt that Mr. Song was really a very special person. Although he had known him not long ago, he could give himself such a caring and comfortable feeling. He clearly wanted to keep a distance but would always be ignored by him. draw closer.

Originally, I was still worried that if Mr. Song wanted to send me off, how would I refuse, not to mention how ambiguous it is to send someone home, after all, I am also a big man and it would be embarrassing to be sent home.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the store, Mr. Song said that he would not see him off, but he also called a taxi for him. The only request was to call him back when he got home, and then he left consciously.

The expected embarrassing scene did not appear at all, and it couldn't be more intimate.

When I got home and opened the door, I saw Zhao Duo eating takeaway.

"Aiqing, why did you come back so late? I wanted to eat the meal you cooked, but I was too hungry and had to eat takeaway. Have you eaten? I have some for you."

"I've already eaten."

"You actually don't take my share of the delicious food!" An angry Zhao Duo swallowed a big mouthful of char siu rice, "It must have been corrupted with Luo Dutong!"

"No... I went to dinner with Mr. Song..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wen Qing hurriedly handed the water glass on the table to Zhao Duo who was choking, and patted his back to let him breathe.

"What should I say about you, ah!"

"I can't help but meet Mr. Song as soon as I leave the company, and we just went to eat a bowl of noodles. That noodle restaurant is really good, next time I will take you to eat?" The noodle shop is really good.

"Mr. Song is so stingy that he treats you to noodles?"

"Really, please eat noodles. I'll take a taxi back by myself." Although Mr. Song called for me.

"It seems that Mr. Song is about to go bankrupt..."

Touching his chin and continuing to eat the takeaway, Zhao Duo expressed that he didn't want to talk to Wen Qing, who was kidnapped by a bowl of noodles, what a success!

"Ah, I'm so tired, I'm going to take a shower."

After packing up some clothes and rushing into the bathroom, Wen Qing silently took out her mobile phone and started to stare at Song Suzhi's name in a daze.

Calling, but it always feels weird to think of calling Mr. Song or something, and if Zhao Duo hears it, he will repeat it again.

Don't call, but I have already promised Mr. Song, so it's not good to make people worry.

To fight or not to fight?I still feel that I have an inexplicable numbness when calling Mr. Song, so I don't want it, forget it, just send a text message.

Although the feeling of eating with Mr. Song is not bad, but once I interact with this person more, it will be difficult to maintain my original position, and I will definitely feel that I will be fooled by Mr. Song.

Fortunately, Mr. Song is going to country A. Although he doesn't want any major problems in his work, please stay in country A for a while.

FROM: Wen Qing

Mr. Song, I'm home now. Thank you for your hospitality today. I wish you a smooth journey.

Looking at the text message on the phone, although he expected that Wen Qing would obediently call him once he went back to calm down, but after receiving Wen Qing's text message, Song Suzhi still felt that the effect of this dinner was very good.

After all, since Wen Qing has "actively" sent text messages to himself, it won't be awkward to call and send text messages to Wen Qing next time.

Thinking of the scene where the two of them ate noodles together a few hours ago, Song Suzhi also felt like the time had slipped back, and it was the same at that time.

On a cold night in early winter, I was in a noodle restaurant with Wen Qing, just the two of them, and a bowl of steaming hot noodles that was more delicious than anything else.

Even with the passage of time, the scene at that time has always been vivid and warm in Song Suzhi's mind.

FROM: Song Suzhi

Thank you for being willing to accompany me to have dinner. Let's have a good rest. Let's eat noodles together when I return to China.

After reading Mr. Song's reply on the mobile phone, Wen Qing tossed on the bed for a long time before falling asleep.

In her sleep, Wen Qing seemed to return to her youthful self. In a small shop that was still open late at night, she could vaguely smell a warm fragrance and a vague figure, familiar yet unfamiliar...

The next morning, Wen Qing, who thought she would not sleep well, did not expect to wake up in good spirits.

After tidying herself up and cooking a nutritious and delicious breakfast for herself and Zhao Duo, Wen Qing rode her own scooter to the address Luo Jingan had given her before.

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