Chapter 42 Chapter 42 We.
Nianfeng Fish Restaurant.
Shi Shu put down his phone and told the waiter in front of him, "Pack it up."
The waiter nodded and said, "Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
As I was leaving the private room, the empty seats next to me were ushered in by a man and a woman, both wearing matching uniforms. They greeted me with the same tone: "Sir, Madam, this way, please."
After sitting in the back seat for the entire journey, Cheng Huai's expression was not good. He sat down and loosened his tie. He looked around with a critical gaze, his patience on the verge of collapse. "Is this the place you chose?"
"It's not even as good as the cafeteria downstairs."
waiter:"……"
Su Tu knew very well that what he was really dissatisfied with was not this store.
Feeling innocently implicated, she gave the waiter an apologetic smile. She then flipped through the menu, ordering several familiar dishes before calmly pushing it across the table: "See if there's anything else you'd like to add."
Seeing that she was very skilled in ordering food, Cheng Huai couldn't help but ask, "Do you come here often?"
“Not really.”
Su Tu no longer had any air of competition in his voice, and his tone seemed to be soothing him: "I just thought it tasted good, and wanted to bring you here to try it."
Cheng Huai paused, feeling both unfamiliar and familiar with this docile appearance. He stared at it for a moment before waving his hand at the waiter with a complicated expression, "That's all."
Even though he knew exactly where all this came from, he still felt like he was being pampered. He suddenly regained his patience and wanted to see how much patience she could have.
Su Tu drank a sip of water in a relaxed manner, then put down the cup. As if greeting someone he hadn't seen for a long time, he took the initiative to ask, "Why did you return home so suddenly?"
Although Cheng Huai was skeptical, he had no problem answering: "It's all planned, not unexpected."
Su Tu nodded, remembering that he had heard that "he was about to return to China" for quite some time, and wondered again, "Isn't the development over there pretty good?"
Cheng Huai looked at it with scrutiny: "It's not bad in China either."
"Too."
Su Tu thought about it and said objectively: "With your current resume, you are indeed more popular in China than abroad."
Cheng Huai chuckled and accepted it all: "It seems that you have made some progress in the past few years."
At least they know to pay attention to the industry situation and the customers themselves.
Su Tu, however, acted as if it had nothing to do with business and he was just chatting casually because he was interested: "When did you come back?"
Cheng Huai raised the water cup, and his tone softened: "More than a month."
"Have you been working there?"
"Yeah, about the same."
Su Tu asked with concern: "You should still be recruiting, right?"
"But I just saw that the space is already quite tight, and it will take at least several more months to renovate the new office. Wouldn't it be inconvenient to continue working there?"
Cheng Huai looked up, surprised and wary of her attention: "What suggestions do you have?"
He thought she just wanted him to provide the requirements as soon as possible, cooperate with the design work, and then renovate and move as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, she made a sincere suggestion: "There are several WeWorks in the new district. The environment is nice and the office conditions are very flexible. Basically, you can move in and start operating immediately. However, the rent for the workstations is not low and has to be charged on a per-person-per-month basis."
"If you need it, I can help introduce you. Maybe there will be a discount."
“…”
For a moment, Cheng Huai thought that he might have been wrong. Maybe even without this order, she would still have the same attitude towards him?
He placed one hand on the phone on the table and said meaningfully, "How do you introduce it?"
Su Tu smiled and opened his phone with great discernment: "Add WeChat."
"I'll give you the business card."
At the same time, the waiter's respectful voice came from behind a screen: "Sir, your packed meal is ready."
No response.
I guess the guest nodded in agreement.
In a short while, the waiter left, but Su Tu's gaze was drawn to him.
She didn't know if she had something to hide, but she became suspicious for no reason and wanted to check behind the screen. She had already arrived at the store but chose to pack up her food. She remained silent from beginning to end.
Who could it be?
Cheng Huai's hesitation ruined his mood, and he frowned and asked, "Do you want to add more?"
“…”
Su Tu came back to his senses and glanced at the screen again, comforting himself by thinking that it couldn't be such a coincidence, and before he entered the room, he had just replied that they couldn't have dinner together, so there was no reason for him to come and pack up so quickly.
The neighbors probably couldn't finish their food and chose to pack it up to avoid waste.
She was so jumpy because she felt guilty.
Suppressing the panic in his heart, he turned around and scanned the QR code with an apologetic look: "Added."
Then, as if afraid of being left out, he added on the spot: "Please pass it."
Cheng Huai had just felt a little dissatisfied with being neglected, but was immediately suppressed by this urging.
After a pause, he finally gave in and casually tapped a few times on the screen. When the food was served, he took the initiative: "Stop talking about me."
"Tell me about you, how is the studio running?"
Su Tu scooped a bowl of fish soup and said calmly, "It's okay."
Cheng Huai was just going through the motions so he could move on to the next topic: "What about feelings?"
As if we were talking about this, I casually asked, "You're not in a relationship, are you?"
Su Tu hesitated for a moment: "..."
Soon he smiled again, handed the bowl of soup over, and offered to serve her, saying, "The fish soup here is very good, you should try it."
Cheng Huai still saw the clue at a glance.
She refused to give a direct answer, which meant she was deliberately covering up.
He confirmed his guess, but he pressed on, "You're not in a relationship, are you? Is this question so difficult to answer?"
Then he laughed, seemingly giving in. "Then let me ask you another way. Is that sports guy your boyfriend?"
Su Tu didn't know which word touched him, and he couldn't maintain the smile on his face. He raised his eyes slightly and asked, "What about you?"
Cheng Huai was stunned: "What?"
"Are you in love?"
Su Tu's face was calm, and he asked calmly, "Or rather, do you still like me?"
It was a very natural rhetorical question, and even to outsiders, it sounded like two people with a past were testing each other amidst the emotional tug of war.
But only Cheng Huai knew that she was once again rubbing his self-esteem on the ground.
Because if he doesn't like it, why ask her these questions?
But if he still likes her, can his self-esteem, which has been trampled upon enough, allow him to admit it?
"What are you dreaming about?"
He seemed to be amused by the anger and said angrily: "You expect me to still miss you after all these years!?"
Su Tu said lightly, "Really? Then why did you choose me to design it?"
Cheng Huai frowned: "Is there any problem in taking care of my schoolmate's business?"
Su Tu nodded, as if he had understood, and then asked, "Then you left me alone for two hours, occupied my off-get off work time, and still refused to tell me your needs. Are you also taking care of my business?"
Cheng Huai also had his own explanation: "Didn't Greer tell me I was in a meeting? Didn't I say it was up to you to come?"
"besides!"
"Open your phone and see if I sent you a message!"
As early as when he was talking to a friend, he had sent her the organized requirements document, but she didn't know what she was avoiding. She didn't even want to take a second look at it and just put her phone upside down on the table.
It wasn't until I reopened it that I realized I had indeed received the relevant document. At the same time, I glanced at the unread information displayed in the dialog box below:
Where
Su Tu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, and his expression became a little complicated. In Cheng Huai's eyes, he felt ashamed of himself.
He seemed to have won back a point and couldn't help but chuckle.
He quickly picked up the soup bowl, scooped a bowl of fish soup, and handed it to her with a tolerant look, willing to let it go for the time being: "Eat."
Su Tu looked up and didn't continue to argue. Seeing that he could support himself, he reached out and took back the bowl he had served.
Then he stirred the soup with the spoon and tasted it in silence.
But I don’t know how.
I always feel that it is not as delicious as last time.
Cheng Huai: “…”
…
The meal tasted like chewing wax.
Until the end of the meal, Su Tu didn't drink much in total.
Cheng Huai looked at the remaining half of the meal and became more and more worried about her taste.
He thought to himself that he would have to choose it himself next time, but at the same time, he finally showed mercy and straightened his suit sleeves before standing up and saying, "Let's go."
Go around to the cashier.
He took out his wallet from his inner pocket and looked up at the front desk: "Check out."
"etc."
After confirming the contents of the document, Su Tu hadn't looked at the silent phone again. But at this moment, he suddenly stepped forward, skillfully reported a string of mobile phone numbers, and then said to the front desk: "Please transfer the money to Mr. Shi's account."
Receptionist: "Okay, please wait."
“…”
Cheng Huai realized something and immediately felt sick to his stomach: "What do you mean?"
Su Tu did not rush to answer, but waited for the front desk to finish the inquiry. After confirming that Shi Shu had indeed opened a card here and successfully deducted the money and printed out the receipt, he turned back leisurely.
With the tone of a host entertaining a guest, he smiled and said, "You just returned home, and you're a client. No matter what, it should be 'us' who should treat you."
Cheng Huai's face suddenly became uglier than if he had been punched!
He clenched his teeth and glared at her for a long time before forcing out a word of approval: "Su Tu."
"You really are...good!"
Although she did not directly answer the question about her relationship with Shi Shu, she still had plenty of ways to annoy him.
She deliberately brought him to the restaurant they often went to, memorized the man's cell phone number in front of him, and then had him treat her to a meal for no reason!
us.
What a great us.
The two words "light and puffy" form a clear position.
They are the Lord.
He is a guest!
There is no problem with his comprehension ability, which is what Su Tu admires most about him.
She smiled lightly, but she looked confused, as if she didn't understand what he was saying at all. She tilted her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Huaili ignored her, angrily stuffed his wallet back into his inner pocket, turned around and left without looking back.
Su Tu watched the figure disappear, and the relief on his face disappeared.
Suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly turned around, opened the payment code, and said to the receptionist with trepidation, "Sorry, could you please recharge the amount I just spent at the original price?"
She actually didn't know whether he had opened a card here before, and she just wanted to try her luck.
It was not until this moment that she realized how nervous she was. She didn't even dare to think about what he would think if he found out about this self-directed and self-acted scene!
Thinking of this, Su Tu became more and more anxious: "Also, I want to ask, your consumption records here should not be notified via text messages..."
Before he could finish his words, a tall and oppressive figure appeared behind him.
A cool breath is approaching.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and straightened her back as if she had sensed something.
at the same time.
A familiar, cold voice rang in my ears: "Pay the bill."
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