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At six o'clock in the evening the next day, I arrived at the agreed subway station on time.

It was off-duty time, and there were a lot of people coming in and out of the subway station, so I could only walk to the side of the road not far from the exit and look around.I don't know what kind of person this person is, but he should recognize me, which is really unsettling.There was a gray Porsche Cayenne parked beside me, which blocked some of my sight. I took two steps to the side and saw the driver of the Cayenne getting out of the car.

In an instant, the male protagonists of various novels and TV series flashed through my mind.The man was wearing a suit, with a tall and straight figure, and his shirt had two buttons unbuttoned, showing a little chic.The delicate face looks better than a woman, and the hair is neatly combed.The corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which is obviously a charming outline, but it contains a man's unique laziness.

The setting sun was very strong, and it all became his background.

"Hello," his voice was warm but powerful. I suddenly came back to my senses and realized my gaffe, but I heard him call my name, "Fang Ruoqi."

"You are..." User what?I can't remember the string of numbers, I just find it incredible.

"Well," the voice resonated slightly, and it was sexy as hell, "it's me."

"Hello..." My brain froze completely...

Before I came, I guessed that he was probably a student. After all, working men don't have the leisure time to read romance novels. If so, it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with.I also thought about the worst situation I might encounter, so I specifically asked my best friend, Mo Xiaoyun, to send me a text message every half an hour from six o'clock, and call the police if I don't reply or answer the phone.

Mo Xiaoyun is a calm girl, and she strongly disapproved of my promise to go on such absurd date, so I shamelessly put all the blame on Guan Guwei, who didn't win the championship, and said that the folk song restaurant at home attracted people. Mo Xiaoyun, who was forced to go to the Hongmen Banquet because of Guan Guwei's singing, caused me to make friends accidentally, was also jointly and severally responsible.

But I never expected that the man who bet with me was handsome and mature, and he also drove a Porsche Cayenne, so he temporarily lost his basic ability to judge and sat in the passenger seat of the Cayenne without even asking where he was going.

The traffic in the evening was not very good, we were stuck in the traffic of Mugui, the man was always quiet, his profile was rendered extremely handsome by the setting sun.

"That..." I replied to the first text message from Mo Xiaoyun, cleared my throat, and broke the silence, "What's your name?"

"Ou Kaihua. Ou in Europe, Kai in Triumph." He turned his head and looked at me meaningfully, "the Hua in your pseudonym."

He managed to make me blush.

When I first started writing essays, I just casually took a sentence from a poem containing my own name, and used "邻华如吉" as my pen name.Later, I became an "Internet celebrity", and my real name was exposed, so everyone got used to calling me by my name, or calling me Ruoruo affectionately.I didn't expect that the random pseudonym would be used by this man to introduce himself, really...

Embarrassing, more impressive.

"Mr. Ou..." I spoke again.

"So, you like me to call you Miss Fang?" He said slowly.

Can we have a good chat!

Frustrated, I said, "Ou... Kaihua, where are we going now?"

"have dinner."

...don't want to talk anymore.

Before it got dark, he parked the car in front of a small bungalow, walked around to the passenger seat to open the door for me, and then handed over the car keys and a 100 yuan tip to the doorman.

Usually such bungalow restaurants are very high-grade, and I can't help but feel ashamed of my clothes.In order not to be hindered when I encounter danger, I wore a white shirt and a gray knitted cardigan, dark jeans and white casual shoes on my lower body. This is the most comfortable dress on weekdays, but in this case It's okay.

The waiter seemed to know him, and took us straight to a private room on the third floor.

The environment is intimate and elegant, the decoration is luxurious and low-key, and the waiters are well-trained. This place is unusual at first glance, but the price is not listed on the menu, which is too frightening.

"What do you want to eat?" Ou Kaihua asked me.

"Uh...you can order."

"Is there any taboo?"

"I don't eat onions."

He quickly made up his mind and reported a lot of dishes to the waiter.

"It's a bit too much for two people..." Before I came, I planned to treat people, but now I'm so scared that I can hardly hold my wallet.

"It's okay, if you can't eat enough, you can leave it. It's the first time I'm eating with you, so I can't neglect you." He smiled faintly as he spoke, making me dizzy.

"You come here often? I think they know you."

"This is a membership system, most of them are regular customers, they all remember."

"Oh..." I remained calm—actually, I was so nervous that I was a little excited. I had experienced the legendary members-only restaurant. "You said you came to S City, I thought you didn't live here."

"I'm from City S, but the company is in City B, so I spend more time there." He spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, which made people feel calm and reliable.

"Eh?! Then you came here by plane?" When he said yesterday that he was coming, I thought he was in a nearby city, and at most he took a train.

"Yes. The family is here, and they often run around."

"What's your job?"

"Business."

No wonder he looks rich.

"Can I ask your age?"

"Can I say no?"

"Can……"

"Just kidding, early thirties."

It's like not saying... But he looks like he is 30 years old, and he probably won't be too much older.

"So... are you married?"

"Single." He raised his left hand, indicating that he didn't have a ring, and his slender fingers had distinct knuckles, which caught my attention.

"Oh...you follow me because...you have read my novels?" If everything he said is true, then I really can't imagine how this successful man in his 30s reads romance novels.

He paused, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed a hint of imperceptible embarrassment: "Three years ago, when you became popular on the Internet, I thought you were beautiful, so I followed you."

It turned out to be a pure face fan... I felt a little more at ease in my heart, what kind of strange psychology is this >_

"However, I have read your latest book "Encounter", which is very interesting."

When it comes to my novels, I am not so reserved: "I like Hong Kong very much, I like the urban feeling there, I think the best love should happen there. When I was traveling in Hong Kong, I stood alone on Queen's Road, I fantasize about meeting a man in Hong Kong, listening to him speak the best Cantonese, watching a concert with him in Hung Hom, and then chatting at the Central Pier all night, so I wrote this "Encounter" when I came back."

He patiently listened to my talk, and then slowly said: "I have lived in Hong Kong for 12 years."

"Hmm...?" I was confused by him, "Didn't you say you are from City S?"

He smiled lightly: "I am 12 years old, [-] years is not too long in my life. I was born here, and immigrated to Hong Kong with my parents when I was six years old. Later, I went to college in the United States. At that time, my parents decided that Ye Luo would return to her roots, and moved back to S City."

Hong Kong does have many immigrants from City S. "So you can speak Cantonese?"

"not bad."

Want to hear... His voice must be nice in Cantonese, but it's too weird to ask.I took a sip of tea, made up my mind, and asked, "What university did you go to in the United States?"

"Wharton, a management major," he looked at me playfully, "don't believe me?"

"No." I said so, but I still felt a little guilty because he saw through.

His appearance, qualifications, and experience are more perfect than any hero in romance novels. Such a person has no sense of reality in real life.

The dishes were served on the table one by one, exquisite as works of art, and the taste was impeccable, but in such a quiet environment, it was impossible to be too presumptuous for a strange man who ate elegantly. .

The cell phone in the bag rang suddenly, and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't replied to Mo Xiaoyun's text message for a long time.

It's over, Fang Ruoqi, how could you be fascinated by beauty...

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