Chapter 52: Joining the Game
Zhou Zhou's brows were smooth, and after hearing his words, he still looked calm.
She pulled her hand back, a cold curve on her lips: "Even if you are not a saint, you still have to obey the law. You'd better drive carefully."
Cheng Yu laughed: "You're asking me to bang my head against the wall right after I finished speaking."
He closed the window to block out the wind from outside.
The car quickly warmed up, and Zhou Zhou looked at him meaningfully: "You like bumping into things, don't you?"
Compromise, compromise, to the point of nothing, if someone said such words to her, they would definitely be laughed at. Cheng Yu's words were not childish, she knew the confidence that emanated from his bones.
She didn't mention the breakup, which meant she just let it go.
It also belongs to Cheng Yu.
They could still sit in the car and chat and laugh, discussing the gambling game that night and their likes and dislikes, which was a tacit agreement between them to avoid talking about what had happened before.
They knew it better than anyone else that the reason the relationship had been maintained until now was largely due to Cheng Yu's concessions, and Zhou Zhou was just a step down the ladder.
Cheng Yu did exactly what he said. He followed his heart and did not care about gains and losses.
Cheng Yu just smiled at Zhou Zhou's words without making any comment.
Thirty minutes later, the car left the road and turned into an alley.
The lane was very narrow, leaving little room for the car on either side. After driving about a hundred meters along the only road, the view turned and the road opened up.
There is a late-night snack stall with a very lively atmosphere here.
The restaurant was packed with people. Zhou Zhou could see a long barbecue grill through the window. "You're not well yet, and you're already planning on having barbecue?"
"We have porridge and soup," Cheng Yu said. "The boss is from Guangdong, and everyone who comes here comes for the porridge; barbecue is not their main focus."
Only then did Zhou Zhou notice that there was a large casserole on each table.
Cheng Yu opened the window and waved to the boss: "How many more tables do we have to wait for?"
Zhou Zhou was stunned when he heard the fluent Cantonese coming out of his mouth.
The boss came over and asked, "How many people?"
When he leaned over to offer the cigarette, he saw that only he and Zhou Zhou were in the car. He smiled and waved his hand, "Xiao Tai, don't need it." (Xiao Tai doesn't need it.)
Cheng Yu asked Zhou Zhou to get out of the car while he went to park the car.
All the parking spaces at the door were full, so he wanted to park outside.
Zhou Zhou got out of the car and followed the boss into the store.
As the saying goes, good wine needs no bush. After entering, I noticed the second floor was also a late-night snack shop. From upstairs, there was a noisy sound of dice being shaken, so it must be full.
There is also a table in the corner.
There was no one sitting at the table and the dishes on it had not been cleared away yet.
The boss said: "It just so happens..."
Seeing Zhou Zhou's bewildered expression, the boss immediately switched to Mandarin, "Some customers just finished eating, and we haven't had time to clean up yet. Please wait a moment, it will be ready soon."
He called the clerk.
The waiter moved quickly and cleared the dishes and wiped the table clean.
Cheng Yu parked the car and came back at this time.
He sat down opposite her and zipped up his down jacket: "Did you order food?"
"Not yet." Zhou Zhou handed him the menu. "You brought me here. Can you recommend something?"
Cheng Yu nodded, took the menu and called the waiter.
He directly listed a few dishes, including porridge and soup, as well as a few light side dishes. He was so proficient that he didn't even need to look at the menu. It was obvious that he came here often.
After the clerk left, she asked, "Do you speak Cantonese?"
He also spoke Cantonese when he ordered the food just now.
"No," Cheng Yu said. "The boss and the staff here are all from Guangdong, and they all speak Cantonese. The boss is very hospitable and often chats with customers. People who come here often should be able to speak a few words just by watching and hearing him."
Zhou Zhou was a little surprised: "Then you have a pretty good talent for languages."
It doesn't sound awkward at all.
It was rare to hear her praise, so Cheng Yu raised his eyebrows, put his arms on the table and leaned over.
His eyes were burning.
Zhou Zhou subconsciously thought he was up to no good when he saw this look, and immediately leaned back, "What are you doing?"
"Zhou Zhou." Cheng Yu called her.
After a three-second pause, he tilted his head, the right corner of his lip curled up, and an evil aura emanated from his whole body. "BB."
The moment he opened his mouth, goosebumps appeared on his back.
A heat inexplicably rose.
She didn't know if it was because the heater in the store was too hot, or because the lines in Cheng Yu's voice softened his sharpness when he spoke Cantonese, but in any case, she had the illusion of a gentle, sticky and affectionate relationship.
Cheng Yu called her by her name, gave her a nickname, and even jokingly called her "little ancestor", but he never called her "baby" or "darling".
Not in bed either.
He only knows how to speak nonsense and won't use such ambiguous terms.
Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes with a hint of smile, not missing the expression on her face.
He raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, jokingly saying, "Are you secretly savoring it?"
"Get out." Zhou Zhou realized that he was distracted and pushed his face away.
Cheng Yu smiled with his lips curled up, stood up and did not expose her.
He didn't expose it, but Zhou Zhou's face felt hot.
Nothing could shake her, but now she was confused by a word of "bb". Cheng Yu's smile became more and more dazzling in her eyes.
I don’t know whether to blame the Cantonese accent for being too gentle, or blame Cheng Yu’s methods for being too cruel.
Fortunately, the waiter brought porridge, which eased the embarrassment.
After a few mouthfuls of hot porridge, the restlessness in my heart was gradually soothed.
"Zhou Zhou." Cheng Yu called her again.
"Um?"
He lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, as if he was just chatting with her casually, but he asked casually: "The bet is for each of us, but it seems that I am the only one making the move now. How do you plan to complete your bet?"
Zhou Zhou hasn't thought about it yet.
Cheng Yu's bet lasted for half a year, so she was not in a hurry.
He asked, and she thought about it.
If you want Cheng Yu to do this willingly, you have to follow the most primitive and instinctive impulse of human beings.
In other words, was her bet that he would fall for her?
Cheng Yu seemed to be able to hear her inner thoughts, and just at this moment he spoke: "How can you bet on me when you don't do anything?"
His voice passed through the noisy hall, like a ghost entering the ear.
"Zhou Zhou, I'm entering this game with my own body."
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