In fact, it is true. The dishes cooked here are really good.

Tang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Because the restaurant is here, I naturally came here to eat. Why should I be so particular?"

He Tingting was stunned for a moment, and felt a little emotional for a moment. She seemed to understand Tang Xiaobao better.

In front of outsiders, he is superior, but in private, he is so ordinary.

She finally laughed.

"Just think of what happened today as a dream. From now on, no one will bother you anymore."

After dinner, in the car, Tang Xiaobao said.

He Tingting blushed and whispered, "Boss Tang, why are you helping me like this?"

"Huh? Why?"

Tang Xiaobao muttered to himself, touching his nose and said, "Actually, I don't know either."

"Well, can I take the afternoon off?"

He Tingting said.

"Of course, go back and have a good sleep. I'll take you wherever you want to stay."

Tang Xiaobao naturally had no objection.

Following He Tingting's instructions, the car quickly stopped in front of a group of low-rise bungalows. This place was already in the suburbs, and it seemed that demolition was going on nearby.

This is a brick house with its own entrance and yard. There are not many people nearby, so it seems a bit remote.

"You live here?"

Tang Xiaobao frowned.

"Yes, Mr. Tang, why don't you go in and rest for a while before leaving?"

He Tingting lowered her head, her face flushed, and her voice was soft, tender and sticky.

Tang Xiaobao was ashamed.

Is this the rhythm of promising yourself to me?