Chapter 13 First Date
The sunlight was too bright, and Ning Zhiran couldn't help but raise her hand to block the light.
The sunlight passed through his fingers, and he felt that the reflection of the Rolls-Royce was more dazzling than Gong Huai himself.
Ah. He wanted to kill someone. Gong Gou was so young, and he was already driving his dream car. Is there any justice in this world?
Ning Zhiran strode over and stood in front of Gong Huai: "How did you know I was here?"
Gong Huai: "I was going to your house to pick you up, and I happened to see you when I passed by here."
I don't know how long he's been here. He was caught red-handed for reading messages without replying.
Ning Zhiran decided to explain and lied to Master Gou: "Oh, I didn't mean to ignore you just now. I was thinking of calling you directly after I get home."
Little Rabbit Teeth actually planned to call him. Not bad, she's making progress. Gong Huai proudly handed the coffee in his hand to Ning Zhiran.
"knew."
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't buy this specifically for you." Gong Huai said, "I wanted to drink it myself, so I brought you a cup."
Ning Zhiran said "Oh".
I didn't ask you specifically.
Just then, a figure came from the other side of the street corner.
He was homeless and looked not in a good mental state, with messy hair, sores on his face, and a lit cigarette in his hand.
The homeless man strolled in front of Gong Huai's car, tilted his head, stared at it, and muttered in a low voice: "WTF, this car is too cool..."
He stretched out his hand as if to touch the car logo.
Gong Huai leaned against the car, uttered a cold "tsk" and said to Ning Zhiran:
"Come on, let's get in the car."
Hearing that "tsk", the homeless man seemed to be provoked by something. He immediately looked up and stared at Gong Huai with a changed look: "What do you mean, do you look down on me?"
"Why are you Asians so arrogant? Who gave you this sense of superiority?"
Gong Huai was too lazy to waste time dealing with her. Seeing that Ning Zhiran didn't get in the car, he simply went around to the passenger seat and opened the door for Ning Zhiran.
Unexpectedly, Ning Zhiran, who had not taken it seriously at first, became serious when he heard the word "Asian".
Ning Zhiran turned around, holding the coffee, and stared at the man. He said in English, "Little brother, you're wandering the streets, and you're still engaging in racial discrimination?"
When the homeless man heard this, he was not convinced: "I just can't stand you!"
"It's you wealthy Asians who come to W City and buy houses like crazy, causing the housing prices to go up so much. We can't afford to live, so we have to wander the streets! All Asians deserve to die!"
"There are so many things you can't stand. In my opinion, you are the one who deserves to die." Ning Zhiran took a sip of coffee.
"People like you always blame everything. You didn't plan your life well, which led to you living on the street, and you blame it on your race? I don't think you should blame Asians. You should blame yourself!"
The homeless man was furious: "You...you!"
Ning Zhiran glared: "I, I, I what I?"
"I'll beat you to death!"
"You can't hit it, Lululu!"
The homeless man was not good at talking, and after a few rounds of retorts from Ning Zhiran, he was speechless. His hands were shaking with anger, and his eyes were red. Suddenly, he raised his arm and reached into his pocket: "Damn Asians, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
Gong Huai's eyes suddenly darkened.
He immediately noticed that there was a bulge on the inside of the man's windbreaker, with a clear outline, like a knife.
Gong Huai subconsciously reached out, wanting to pull Ning Zhiran behind him: "Be careful——"
But just as he was about to move, Ning Zhiran, who had already noticed the danger, raised his hand and smashed the iced Americano in his hand hard on the homeless man's head!
Boom!!!
With a loud thud, the homeless man was hit squarely on the head, and was covered with crushed ice and coffee. He couldn't open his eyes for a while and looked extremely miserable.
"You still dare to discriminate? You're courting death! We are diligent and hardworking, and we are much better than you!! We are the best!"
"Fuck you!"
After giving a middle finger, Ning Zhiran sprinted towards the passenger seat: "Get in the car, get in the car, get in the car, Gong Huai, drive quickly!!!"
Gong Huai was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up and he couldn't help laughing.
The homeless man behind him wiped the coffee off his face and roared, "I'm going to kill you!"
Gong Huai put away his smile, pushed Ning Zhiran into the passenger seat first, then sat in the driver's seat and lazily replied to the homeless man:
"You don't have that ability."
“Loser.”
The homeless man was hit on the head by the coffee and was scolded. His face twisted instantly and he seemed to be about to pounce on him in the next second.
Gong Huai didn't give him another chance. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the Rolls-Royce rushed out with a whoosh, leaving the homeless man far behind.
There was a brief silence in the car.
Ning Zhiran recalled the homeless man's drenched appearance and couldn't help laughing out loud, with his shoulders shaking.
Gong Huai held the steering wheel, turned his head to look at him, and smiled softly.
Ning Zhiran turned her head to look at Gong Huai, with a slightly smug expression: "I'm sorry, Gong Huai, the coffee you bought is just wasted like this."
Gong Huai reached out a hand, picked up another American coffee from the front cup holder, and handed it to him: "Drink this. I've never had it before."
Ning Zhiran took the coffee: "Oh, then, um, thank you."
What's going on? This palace dog doesn't seem so annoying anymore.
Ning Zhiran was just thinking about it when Gong Huai suddenly stopped smiling.
Gong Huai asked, "Did you see the knife in the pocket of that homeless man just now?"
"Ah? Is this true?" Ning Zhiran stared, "I thought he was going to pull out a gun."
“…”
Gong Huai said without any emotion: "That person looks mentally unstable and is hanging around your house again. Be careful and don't go out alone recently."
"It's not impossible for me to come to your house and wait for you."
Tsk tsk, you even care about him. Palace dogs are really annoying.
Ning Zhiran sniffed carefully, ah, the whole car was filled with the disgusting smell of rich people.
It smells so good.
He also wants to drive a Lao.
Gong Huai probably also noticed that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, so he adjusted the central control and turned on the music.
As the drums started beating and the rhythm picked up, Ning Zhiran's ears moved and he asked in surprise, "Are you listening to Kendrick Lamar?"
Gong Huai was a little surprised that the little classmate had good taste: "Yeah. Do you listen to his songs too?"
In fact, Ning Zhiran did listen to him, but he just wanted to make Gong Huai lose face.
So Ning Zhiran deliberately said unhappily:
"No."
“I listen to Drake.”
Gong Huai snorted softly. Ning Zhiran was clearly deliberately picking a fight with him. The little thing was quite good at finding opportunities to tease people. He didn't expose her. While steering, he scrolled down the playlist a few songs and switched to a Drake song.
Gong Huai said: "I listen to his songs too."
Ning Zhiran: “…”
Damn it, the palace dog didn’t get any advantage at all!
Ning Zhiran turned around unhappily and said, "Mr. Gong Huai, may I ask, where are we going now?"
Gong Huai: "You saw the WeChat message I sent you. I haven't eaten yet, so please eat with me first."
Uh, do you leave me room to refuse?
But Ning Zhiran changed his mind and realized that he had just drunk some hot milk before going out and had not eaten.
"Where are we going to eat?"
"There's a good brunch place called XX in Downtown. It just opened a short time ago."
Oh my. Ning Zhiran had heard of this shop before. Many Instagram influencers checked in there. He wanted to try it, but he had been reluctant.
Wait, this place is not cheap, Gong Huai can’t split the bill with him.
Ning Zhiran broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of the prices there.
The two men sat in the car, each with their own thoughts. The Rolls-Royce slowly drove towards the brunch restaurant that Gong Huai had carefully selected and made a serious plan the night before and booked.
Gong Huai has never dated anyone.
But Gong Huai felt that dating, regardless of gender, was essentially the same. As the initiator, he had an obligation to research travel guides and book restaurants in advance so that the other person could eat and drink well without having to think twice.
Of course, he didn't do this because he liked Ning Zhiran.
He just wanted Ning Zhiran to like him.
That's right.
...Ning Zhiran must like him.
After arriving at the Brunch shop, the two chose a seat by the window.
Gong Huai quickly went through the usual process of Chen Yan taking girls out to eat, and naturally followed Chen Yan's example, taking out the menu and quietly pushing it in front of Ning Zhiran.
"You look first."
Well, this step should be called "respect", making the other person feel valued and have the right to choose. Don't linger on the other person's gaze for too long, as details determine the impression.
Ning Zhiran glanced at Gong Huai. He and Gong Huai didn't have a very good relationship. This man even asked him to look at the menu first, probably because he wanted to split the bill with him.
He was hungry, but he wanted to save money more.
So Ning Zhiran pushed the menu back: "No, I won't order. I'll just eat with you, just eat quickly."
He said this with a polite fake smile.
Gong Huai stared at the menu that was pushed back, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes scanning like a scanner from the top of Ning Zhiran's head to his fingertips.
Ning Zhiran was confused by his stare: "What are you doing?"
Gong Huai was too lazy to explain. He raised his hand to call the waiter, pointed at the menu, and ordered two brunch dishes in English.
"One Benedict egg with avocado and one salmon caviar bagel. They say these two dishes are his signature dishes, give them a try."
Ning Zhiran snorted in her heart, "Tsk!" They were all saying it. From the look of Young Master Gou's demeanor, it was obvious that he often ate in such luxurious places.
Gong Huai raised his eyes and looked at Ning Zhiran: "Would you like some Coke?"
Ning Zhiran nodded blankly.
"On the rocks?"
"Oh, yeah."
Gong Huai closed the menu and handed it to the waiter: "One Coke and one Flat White, both with plenty of ice."
Ning Zhiran was still in a daze after the waiter left.
This is so strange. Something feels wrong.
Ning Zhiran stared at Gong Huai's cold face, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "I said I don't want to eat it, why did you give me some?"
Gong Huai leaned back in his chair: "Come eat with me, I asked you to come out, this meal is on me."
Ning Zhiran breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, thank you, thank you."
Gong Huai looked at Ning Zhiran's obvious relaxation at that moment, and felt a little bitter in his heart.
He casually asked, "When I came to pick you up just now, were you donating clothes?"
Ning Zhiran exclaimed, "Ah!" "Every few months, I donate some of my unwearable clothes."
Gong Huai's brows twitched slightly: "Can't wear it?"
"It's the kind that... gets ruined by washing, pilling, or has a broken zipper."
Pilling.
This word had never appeared in his world. That subtle dullness fell heavily on Gong Huai's heart.
It seems that little Rabbit Teeth's daily life is indeed not easy.
Even with life like this, I still want to donate clothes...
He is a kind person.
Gong Huai indifferently withdrew his gaze, stood up and said, "I'm going to wash my hands."
Ning Zhiran breathed a sigh of relief. After watching Gong Huai completely enter the bathroom, he immediately grabbed his phone and sent the location to Adam.
Finn: Bro, guess who paid for this meal?
After sending the message, Ning Zhiran stared at the dialog box for a long time.
No reply.
Adam, he probably hasn't gotten up yet.
But Ning Zhiran was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment. All her desire to complain and share reached its peak the moment Gong Huai left.
He slapped his forehead. Yes, I still have G-Baby!
So, as if he had discovered a new world, he immediately switched back to the "Yesheng" private message column and quickly typed:
Ningning: Boss, progress report! Gong Gou actually took me out for dinner!
After typing, he rubbed his hands contentedly and clicked send.
Two seconds later.
"Buzz."
Ning Zhiran looked in the direction of the voice.
Gong Huai's phone on the table vibrated slightly, and the screen lit up without warning.
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