Chapter 98 has been modified: How to improve the relationship with He Zhimo

F-style restaurant.

Stepping into the restaurant, Tang Susu was stunned for a few seconds. She looked at the scene in front of her. The tall arches and the murals had a strong artistic atmosphere, as if she was in the middle school of F country.

She usually likes all classical things, and now it feels like she is in the Middle Ages. She looked up at He Zhimo and couldn't help but sigh, "Wow, it feels so good!"

The man met her sparkling eyes, his eyebrows revealing a hint of tenderness, but he restrained himself, "My colleague recommended this store earlier, so I came here to try it out."

She nodded continuously, "Your colleague has great taste. I like it too."

The man just looked at her and said nothing.

The waiter led the two to the box.

The private room is more beautiful than the hall, with a strong atmosphere, romantic and retro.

The table was full of rose petals, the candlelight was flickering, and Tang Susu's heart was pounding.

If the man didn't just treat her as a friend and this place was recommended by a colleague, the two of them would be like a couple now!

After the two of them finished ordering, the waiter turned to the last page of the menu and said, "Sir, Madam, our red wine is very famous. Would you like to try it?"

He Zhimo didn't say anything, just looked at Tang Susu, "Miss Tang?"

Tang Susu blinked quietly. Dinner with red wine is really wonderful.

She nodded quickly.

The man ordered another bottle of red wine.

Soon, the waiter brought in a bottle of red wine, verified the amount, and opened the cork with a corkscrew.

Tang Susu lowered her eyes and watched as red liquid swayed in the transparent goblet.

She blinked slightly. She was eighteen years old and her parents had always strictly controlled her drinking, so she didn't drink very often.

There is a special feeling when drinking secretly or being with the person you like.

She took a sip, and the mellow aroma spread on the tip of her tongue. She imitated the adults and savored it slowly.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes looked at her solemnly.

She raised her eyes, "He Zhimo, why are you looking at me?"

"Miss Tang seldom drinks?" the man suddenly asked.

She nodded obediently, "Yeah, my parents are strict, so I don't drink much."

The next second, the red wine disappeared from her.

She watched eagerly as the man's slender fingers took her wine glass, and she was anxious, "He Zhimo, what are you doing?"

The man stacked his glass with hers and put them aside. "I was inconsiderate. Miss Tang doesn't drink. It's better not to drink alone with a man."

She narrowed her eyes and wanted to take the wine glass, "But you are not someone else, you are He Zhimo!"

The man raised his hand and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes. "Miss Tang, I am also a man."

"It would be a waste if we don't drink the wine after it's opened." She met his dark eyes, her heart beating faster and she felt timid. "Well, then, I won't drink it."

It's not that she was afraid of him. If he really wanted to do something to her, he could have done it last time at his house.

and……

She blushed.

She is not afraid.

Even without drinking, the atmosphere at dinner is still good.

In the box, every time Tang Susu stayed with He Zhimo, she became more and more certain that this man was He Zhimo.

After all, even the small details of this person's eating habits are exactly the same.

When it was almost over, she left the box on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

She turned around and headed downstairs to the front desk to check out early.

This restaurant didn't look cheap, so she suggested having dinner together, saying she would treat him. She also glanced at the price of the red wine and found it was quite expensive.

Even if you don't drink it, you still have to pay if you open it.

The corridor outside the box is full of famous paintings from the Middle Ages, which has a strong sense of art.

She looked sideways for a few times and saw a man and a woman walking towards her.

The seductively dressed woman suddenly twisted her foot and cried out delicately, "Oh, my foot!"

The man next to her immediately stepped forward, supported the woman, and looked concerned. "Lanlan, are you okay?"

"My feet hurt a little." The girl looked so delicate and weak that I felt sorry for her.

The man supported her and put his arm around the woman's waist.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

She was stunned.

Thinking about the crappy encounters he had created in order to meet He Zhimo, and then looking at the girl in front of him.

I am simply too weak.

She blinked slightly and an idea came to her mind.