A cup of fragrant mint tea was served. Su Zhetuo leaned on a very soft sofa chair. Very quiet and lively piano music sounded in the pure Western-style restaurant. Sitting here to dine is indeed a very good enjoyment.
However, this kind of enjoyment also needs to be measured in terms of money. However, for Su Zhetuo, these will never be what he can consider, because he will never lack one thing, and that is money.
As a business wizard, he never thinks about these things.
He picked up the cup of tea and smelled it. It didn't have much flavor, but there was that overly familiar smell in his nose. It was the mint ace that he had been drinking for a long time.
Mint, in the past, that woman would always pour him a cup of tea like this, saying it could cool him down, especially in summer, but his throat was not good and often inflamed, so this mint tea was just the thing to cool him down.
His throat feels very comfortable, and over time, his throat has improved a lot. However, recently, it seems to have become serious again. He seems to be a little uncomfortable without this mint flavor.
After taking a sip, I immediately felt a little refreshing in my throat. Even after one cup, it seemed that it was still not enough.
Putting down the cup in his hand, he gently stroked the edge of the cup with his fingers. He thought about the woman carrying a large bundle of newspapers on the street again. A sudden contraction came from his heart, making him frown.
"Tuo, what are you thinking about?" Gong Ruxue asked him with concern, hiding the complexity in her eyes very well. From the moment he came in, he began to be absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking, but she was.
There is a feeling that she can no longer enter his world. Their bodies are very close, but in their hearts, maybe he has reservations about her from the beginning. Su Zhetuo is such a man, you thought you were gone
Get into his heart and get to know him, but in the end, you will find that this man will always be a mystery, an unknown, but it is this man who makes too many women obsessed with him, even if he is married.
And a man who is too good can actually be too dangerous.
Does he love her? Really? Maybe, even he himself doesn't know.
Su Zhetuo raised his eyes and looked at Gong Ruxue's still soft face. He flicked his fingers slightly and put his hand on Gong Ruxue's face, which was very natural and intimate.
"There's something on your face," he said calmly, retracting his hand, but his fingers returned to the cup. There was a faint mint fragrance on his lips, and it seemed that it was even in the air, but he didn't want to
Leave again.
"Oh, really? I haven't noticed yet," Gong Ruxue touched her face and raised a bright smile. The warmth of his fingers only stayed for half a second, but it made her want more.
Closer.
Su Zhetuo lowered his dark eyes, but there was a kind of complexity in his eyes. It was the same smile, but he began to miss the innocent smile of another woman. There was a slight shyness in it. Sometimes, even
He didn't dare to look at him boldly, just like a hurt rabbit. Some memories didn't disappear, nor did he ever remember them.
But it has always been hidden in the bottom of my heart. Only when I recall it again do I realize that everything in the past is so vivid and vivid.
His fingers began to clenched tightly, and he looked forward. Something seemed to fall under his eyes, which was unpredictable. At this time, no one could enter his world, including Gong Ruxue.
The atmosphere in the restaurant is very elegant. The handsome man and the beautiful woman are definitely an eye-catching couple, but apart from their silence, it seems a little too much. The woman is holding the juice in front of her and looking at the man from time to time, complicated.
His eyes began to look a little sad, while the man's face was cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Except for his fingers, he seemed to be touching a white cup unintentionally.
The elegant music kept playing, but the silence between the two began from here.
Xiang Qinglan leaned on the chair, while Qing was holding the remote control and jumping on the stage from time to time. When he saw the stock trend being played on a certain stage, he looked at the declining line and said something at the corner of his mouth.
It was picked up.
"It will grow tomorrow, three percentage points, and at the close, it will be one hundred and sixty." After saying that, he took a sip of mint tea, which was very cool and comfortable.
"Qing, what is he talking about?" Xiang Qinglan suddenly turned around and looked strangely at Qing muttering to himself from time to time. Qing put down the cup and tilted his head, as if he had a tacit understanding and understood what Xiang Qinglan meant.
, it is always easy for him to understand what she is thinking, perhaps because both of them are overly simple people, so it is easier to see clearly some things that are not complicated in the first place, for example, her heart {
Qing picked up the remote control from the small sofa where he could only sit alone, and turned the channel to Xiang Qinglan's favorite romantic drama. "It's nothing, I was just thinking about when you would come over and watch it."
Your TV, because it’s been a long time.”
Xiang Qinglan smiled at him, "Soon," Qing was so considerate. She obviously didn't like to watch it, but at this time every day, she would always give her the TV, even if sometimes he really couldn't watch it.
doze off.
She turned back and counted the money in the drawer. The weather was slowly getting colder, and Qing needed to buy autumn clothes. She wanted to see if they had enough?
She still had some clothes, so she didn’t need to buy them. And Qing didn’t have anything. She had to prepare them for him. She was just counting them. She held her forehead and always felt strange. She obviously didn’t earn so much.
Too many, is it really weird?
How come there were so many more for no reason? Putting down her hands, she opened another drawer, where there were more. Su Zhetuo threw them away last time. She had never used them. This made her lose everything.
Dignity was gained, and Qing almost hated her for staying. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend it, but that she needed to stay. Maybe Qing would need it in the future. Moreover, she had a job now. Although it was a bit bitter and tiring, she
The money they earn is enough for them.
After putting the money away, she stood up. She would take Qing to buy clothes tomorrow. She sat on the sofa. On such a small sofa, she only had a little space to sit on Qing.
Qing stretched out his hand and naturally held her in his arms, so that she could avoid falling. The TV series was indeed playing some of her favorite TV series. Leaning on Qing's shoulders, she relaxed her body and could