In the private room, the two of them were alone and Shen Shuhe felt a little awkward.
In her eyes, the two of them had only known each other for a month.
And it is limited to work communication.
Picking up the water cup at hand and taking a sip, Jiang Qiye on the opposite side spoke at this time.
"Shuhe, I just ordered some dishes. If you don't like them, you can add more."
The man had a gentle voice and elegant manners.
He was originally invited, but Shen Shuhe only glanced at the tablet and raised his hand to decline, "It's okay, Mr. Jiang, you can come."
Jiang Qiye was really not used to this name, but he couldn't ask her to change overnight, so he just went along with her for now.
After putting down the tablet, the room fell silent again.
Jiang Qiye picked up a handkerchief to wash his hands, then raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person opposite him.
...
...
The mask on her face had been taken off as soon as she entered the room, and her fair and beautiful face was not decorated with any makeup at all.
I've seen her bright and cute appearance with makeup on the set. She was like a shining pearl, shining among the crowd.
But he preferred her natural purity when she was not wearing makeup in private. Without a trace of powder, every inch of her skin exuded a beautiful luster, just like dewy petals in the early morning, fresh and moving.
Jiang Qiye's eyes moved slightly, and he covered the curve of his mouth when he picked up the wine glass.
Perhaps Jiang Qiye had given notice in advance, and the waiter knocked on the door again not long after. Several people pushed the food carts and served the dishes one by one, and then left in an orderly manner.
Shen Shuhe glanced at the delicious food on the table, which were basically the signature dishes of this restaurant.
"Let's clink glasses?" Jiang Qiye, who was sitting opposite her, raised his glass and looked at her with a smile on his face.
Shen Shuhe was very considerate and raised his glass, clinking it with his.
But he was always careful not to move too far and only took a small sip before putting down the glass.
The two of them didn't exchange too many pleasantries. They had just been shooting for most of the day and were exhausted and feeling hungry.
Jiang Qiye picked up his chopsticks and gestured, "Let's eat."
"good."
The meal went quite harmoniously, but what made Shen Shuhe uncomfortable was that Jiang Qiye was still overly "enthusiastic".
He would carefully introduce each dish to her. He must have been very familiar with these dishes because he had come here many times. As he finished speaking, he would pick up the serving chopsticks and serve her some food.
Chen Shuhe was on pins and needles, saying that he would do it himself, but the man opposite replied with his mouth, but his hands did not stop moving, and two more dishes fell on the plate while he was talking.
Looking at the dishes that were almost piled up like a mountain on the plate, Shen Shuhe pursed his lips and frowned slightly.
"Teacher Jiang, you can eat too. I can do it on my own." She declined again.
Jiang Qiye saw her raise her hand to block the plate, and her chopsticks stopped in the air. He met the woman's unyielding eyes.
Two seconds later, Jiang Qiye curled his lips helplessly, retracted his action and said, "Okay, then don't be polite, do it yourself."
"certainly."
Seeing that he finally stopped picking food for himself, Shen Shuhe let out a sigh of relief and could eat with peace of mind.
But after a while she discovered that although Jiang Qiye stopped picking up food for her, he himself did not pick up his chopsticks either. Instead, he drank, his eyes falling on her from time to time.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, Shen Shuhe pretended not to notice, and after drinking a sip of water, she took the initiative to speak: "Teacher Jiang can't eat these dishes? Do you want to order some more?"
She said she was treating, but she was the one eating the whole time and Jiang Qiye didn't eat much.
She glanced at the food on the table. Costume dramas have more stringent requirements on the actors' figures. These dishes are high in oil and salt. It's no problem for her to eat this meal if her weight is stable, but Jiang Qiye has a lot of fighting scenes, so the weight requirements are more stringent, so he probably can't eat these.
As he spoke, Shen Shuhe had already picked up the tablet.
Suddenly, the man opposite raised his hand and stretched out his two fingers to press her wrist to stop her from handing it over.
"No, I just don't have much appetite right now." Jiang Qinye looked at her and explained.
After saying that, he smiled, put down his wine glass and picked up his chopsticks, "But since you asked, I'll eat some."
Shen Shuhe choked inexplicably: "..."
It doesn't matter if he eats it or not, why does it have anything to do with her...
Chen Shuhe didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she simply didn't respond. Seeing him pick up the food and start eating, she continued to eat with her head down.
I glanced at the time on my phone, hoping that it would go by faster.
After another half an hour, Shen Shuhe slowed down his eating speed and took two sips of the water glass.
Jiang Qinye had already put down his chopsticks and was always paying attention to her situation. When he saw that the cup was empty, he picked up the kettle beside him and added water to her cup.
Shen Shuhe was shocked and hurriedly half stood up: “Teacher Jiang, I’ll do it.”
But just as his fingers touched the kettle, the man pulled back, and his fingertips missed. Shen Shuhe looked up in confusion.
Then I heard the man say in a gentle voice: "It is my honor to serve you, so how can I let the lady do it, sit down and let me do it."
Shen Shuhe choked again.
Even though she thought she was a good speaker, why was it that she often failed to impress Jiang Qiye?
Shen Shuhe watched him fill up the cup at hand, his scalp tingling as he sat down again.
"Do you need anything else to eat? I'll order you some dessert to help you get rid of the greasy feeling." The man asked considerately.
After saying this, he saw her sitting there in a daze, and he couldn't help but feel worried: "Why aren't you talking? Are you feeling unwell?"
As he spoke, Jiang Qiye made a move to stand up.
Shen Shuhe's eyes flickered, and he quickly said, "I'm fine..."
"Really? Don't force yourself. Why don't we go to the hospital now?"
The man's words were full of concern, and Shen Shuhe looked into his worried eyes, the wrinkles between his brows deepened.
I always feel like something is wrong.
"I'm really fine. I'm just wondering, did I know Teacher Jiang before?" she asked slowly.
Hearing the voice, Jiang Qiye looked at her cheek and indeed she did not look uncomfortable, so he put down his phone, leaned back in his chair and looked into her serious eyes.
After a while, he raised his lips: "Why do you ask?"
"I hope Mr. Jiang can answer me."
Jiang Qiye paused for a moment. In the quiet and elegant private room, he stared at her without blinking, slowly pondering the meaning of her words in his heart.
After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shuhe, you ask this because you think that everything I did to you might be due to our previous acquaintance?"
Shen Shuhe did think so, but she didn't say it directly. Unexpectedly, Jiang Qiye pointed it out bluntly.
Since they met, not only did she feel that Jiang Qiye's attitude towards her was wrong, but Zheng Manman, Wen Yu, and even Shi Yi on the set also noticed it.
Shen Shuhe herself was even more confused. She was sure that she and Jiang Qiye did not know each other.
The two people have very different professions and are thousands of miles apart. How could she have met a rich boy like him while she was growing up?
So Shen Shuhe was puzzled. There is an old saying that goes, "If you are not good at something, you should be attentive to it..."
But Shen Shuhe thought that there was nothing on him that could benefit him.
"We really didn't know each other before." Jiang Qiye looked at the changing expression on the woman's face, lowered his eyes and smiled back.
After getting a definite answer, Shen Shuhe frowned, "Then..."
"In fact, you can ask it in a different way. For example, if I am nice to you, do I want to get something from you..."
What does she have here?
"Shuhe, you don't have to doubt it." Jiang Qinye clearly saw through her thoughts.
After saying this, he sat up straight, crossed his fingers on the table and looked at her steadily, his expression gentle and soft. He said, "I do want something from you..."
"For example, you."
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