Song Lingshan closed her laptop and took out her meal card from her wallet.
"Go to the cafeteria and get me some food."
Su Luo quickly stepped forward, picked up the meal card, and hesitated.
What would you like to eat?
Song Lingshan was somewhat displeased, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. "Have you forgotten my tastes?"
"No, I haven't forgotten."
Su Luo knew her inside and out, and even after three years, he still remembered her tastes perfectly, and couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.
He turned to leave, but Song Lingshan called him back.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Su Luo paused, "Not yet."
"Then make an extra one, so you'll have the energy to entertain me tonight."
Su Luo turned to him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
"Socializing?"
He's just a minor supervisor, is it really necessary for him to go?
What he didn't understand was why Song Lingshan hadn't hired an assistant after working for two days, and was doing everything herself.
Song Lingshan raised an eyebrow.
"You don't want to?"
Su Luo took a deep breath. "Can I refuse?"
"Can't."
Su Luo sighed helplessly, "Fine..."
I knew he wasn't promoted for nothing.
Song Lingshan nodded in satisfaction. "Go ahead."
Su Luo arrived at the cafeteria.
People lined up to get their food.
Fifteen minutes later, Su Luo returned to the office, panting.
Arrange the boxed meals neatly on the coffee table and place the disposable chopsticks and soup spoons on the lids.
Song Lingshan picked up her chopsticks and looked at the food in the lunchbox, her calm heart gradually rippled.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cola chicken wings, cheese corn, sweet and sour pork ribs.
These were all her favorite beets. It turned out that Su Luo really remembered them; she thought he had long forgotten.
Seeing that Song Lingshan was hesitant to start eating, Su Luo, who was sitting opposite her, asked in a low voice.
Why aren't you eating? Have I remembered your tastes wrong?
He must be right; if it doesn't suit her taste, it must be because she changed her taste.
After all, it's been three years, so it's normal to suddenly change your taste. Very few people like the same thing for a lifetime.
Song Lingshan didn't speak, but simply shook her head gently, then picked up a piece of tomato and chewed it slowly.
Although it was a dish I liked, the taste wasn't very good, and my complexion gradually darkened.
Su Luo became even more uneasy, wondering if he was about to get angry, and then asked.
"If it's not to your liking, may I get another one?"
Song Lingshan remained silent. After eating a few more bites, she put down her chopsticks unhappily and stared at him seriously.
"It's not as good as what you make."
"ah?"
Su Luo was a little confused. Did Song Lingshan mean that she hadn't changed her taste, but simply felt that the cafeteria chefs weren't very good at cooking?
It's not as good as his cooking?
Looking back, during her three years of university, Song Lingshan insisted on staying in his small, shabby rented room instead of living in a big villa, all to protect Su Luo's pride.
She had never experienced hardship growing up, and was extremely picky about food, with very particular tastes.
I ate instant noodles and fast food with Su Luo for two months and lost a full ten pounds.
Feeling really bad about it, Su Luo would spend every day after school in the kitchen learning to cook from recipes.
Over the past three years, his skills have become superb, and Song Lingshan often teases him that it's a pity he's not a professional chef.
Su Luo snapped out of her daze and tentatively asked.
"Then I'll bring you lunch from now on?"
Suppressing her inner turmoil, Song Lingshan said calmly, "It's not impossible."
It's been so long since I've had a meal cooked by Su Luo. She's studying abroad and never gets enough to eat.
After finishing her meal, Su Luo tidied up her desk and returned to her office to continue working.
When it was time to leave work, he hurriedly sent a message to his daughter, saying that he would be working overtime and would be home late, and that she should go to sleep first and not wait for him.
Then they followed Song Lingshan to the underground parking garage.
Song Lingshan waved the Bentley car keys in her hand. "Can you drive?"
Su Luo nodded. "Yes."
Song Lingshan tossed him the keys and got into the passenger seat without a second thought.
Since getting her driver's license, Su Luo had never driven such a nice car before. Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the steering wheel, afraid that her driving skills were not good enough and she might accidentally scratch the car.
With his meager salary, he couldn't possibly afford to pay the loss, and he was thinking that maybe he should let Song Lingshan run the business herself.
Song Lingshan seemed to sense his embarrassment and said calmly.
“I have a garage full of spare cars.”
The implication was that she should feel free to drive without worry, since she had plenty of money.
"Um."
Su Luo's tense nerves finally relaxed. She turned on the navigation system, slowly started the car, and drove out of the garage.
By the time we got onto the highway, it was completely dark.
Traffic congestion is inevitable at this time of day when everyone is getting off work.
While waiting at the traffic light, Song Lingshan gazed at the vehicles ahead and slowly asked in a casual tone.
Have you drunk any alcohol in the past three years?
Song Lingshan remembers that Su Luo only smokes occasionally and rarely drinks alcohol, except at parties where he might drink a little, but he never drinks too much.
Su Luo didn't understand why Song Lingshan suddenly asked that question.
Knowing that he would be accompanying Song Lingshan to meet her business partner later, which would inevitably involve socializing, he, as her subordinate, should shield her from drinking.
To be frank.
"I rarely drink it."
He only toasted his superiors at parties when he first joined the company, but after everyone got to know him, he rarely drank alcohol anymore.
He has a very low alcohol tolerance; every time he drinks, he feels terrible and his stomach hurts terribly.
Song Lingshan bit her lip.
A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth revealed a bitter smile.
It seems his habits haven't changed, and his appearance hasn't changed much either.
She once thought that someone as unwilling to change as him must be devoted to his relationships, the kind of person who would commit to one person for life.
But he still heartlessly broke up with her.
Once the red light is crossed.
Sulo started the car again.
The atmosphere quieted down, and neither of them spoke again.
Jay Chou's sweet songs started playing on the car stereo.
...
Su Luo's grip on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously, and her expression darkened.
Jay Chou is Song Lingshan's favorite singer, and she has collected all of Jay Chou's records.
Every time he cooked in the kitchen, Song Lingshan would turn the record player up to the maximum volume, put on an apron, and help him in the kitchen.
Su Luo looked up at the rearview mirror inside the car.
Song Lingshan had no expression, leaning lazily against the headrest, her calm eyes gazing at the night through the car window.
Su Luo looked away and continued driving.
Before long, we arrived at the agreed-upon five-star hotel.
The lobby manager warmly led the two to a private room on the top floor.
Several business partners had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw Song Lingshan, they eagerly invited her to take the seat of honor.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, exuding an air of sophistication, said sincerely.
"President Song, I've long heard of your extraordinary beauty. Seeing is believing, and you truly are stunningly beautiful."
"Yes, we are so lucky today."
The others nearby echoed this sentiment.
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