He lowered his head and glanced at the girl in front of him. There were only four words in his mind and no impression at all.
But since she can appear openly in Qiao Guanli's office, she must be one of his more important people.
He smiled politely: "Sorry."
The luster in Qiao Raorao's eyes immediately disappeared: "Oh...that's it..." She seemed to feel very depressed, lowering her head and stamping her feet.
Qiao Guanli came over and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm so sorry. I had a whole day of meetings today and I just had some free time. I kept you waiting for a long time."
"I came too abruptly." Qin Muzhen said, "I wonder if Chairman Qiao has time now?"
Qiao Guanli looked at his watch: "It's already six o'clock, and Rao Rao just came to have dinner with me. Why don't we come with Mr. Qin? Let's chat while we eat."
Hearing this, Qiao Raoruo's eyes brightened again: "Yes, yes, Qin Mujue, let's go to dinner together."
Rao Rao? Qin Mujue looked at the girl in front of him with doubtful eyes.
"Look at me, I almost forgot." Qiao Guanli introduced: "This is my daughter, Qiao Raorao."
Daughter? No wonder.
Qin Mujue stretched out his hand and greeted politely: "Hello, Miss Qiao."
"Hello!" Qiao Raorao immediately extended his hand excitedly: "My name is Qiao Raorao. You must remember it well this time!"
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Qiao Guanli was not a businessman who liked luxury, so the restaurant he chose was very simple and low-key. However, the environment was quiet and the decoration style was elegant, so Qin Mushi had a good impression of him.
What made him a little bored was that every time at the dinner table, when he was about to get to the point of talking about Di Sheng's preparations to 'build a public welfare undertaking for drugs', Qiao Raoruo always looked excited and interrupted him 'just right'.
Moreover, the questions asked are very useless and make people confused.
For example: "Mr. Qin, what is your favorite fruit?"
Qin Mu was stunned for a moment and had to turn his gaze from Qiao Guanli to her and replied: "I rarely eat fruit."
"Ah..." She immediately showed a frustrated expression: "I like to eat mangoes the most. I thought you would be like me."
Qin Muzhao smiled but said nothing.
She continued: "But Mr. Qin, the fruit is really good. A normal person should eat at least one every day. If you don't like it, you can ask the servant to juice it. I can mix and squeeze several kinds of juice."
The method and the taste are very good, how about I teach you?"
He smiled but said nothing.
She completely ignored his coldness and started chatting away, getting more and more excited as she talked. From fruit juices to skin care, to human health...
Because Qiao Guanli was sitting on the side, he couldn't interrupt her, so he could only pretend to smile and listen with interest.
After listening for almost half an hour, he finally stood up and said, "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
Qiao Raoruo was stunned for a moment, then stood up, pointed to a certain place outside the box and said: "After leaving the box, go straight, then turn left and you will find the bathroom." She seemed to be afraid that he would not understand, so she asked diligently:
"Mr. Qin, do you want me to take you there?"
"……." He was already frozen.
Qiao Guanli coughed and said, "Rao Rao, please sit down and have something to eat first. I just saw that you kept talking and didn't even move your chopsticks."
"Oh..." Daddy started talking, and Qiao Raoruo reluctantly sat down.
Qin Mujue nodded to Qiao Guanli and then left the box.
He didn't really want to be convenient. He just hadn't eaten anything all day and drank a lot of wine on an empty stomach at the table. His weak stomach had long been overwhelmed, and it had been hurting from the beginning.
In the corridor outside the bathroom, he leaned his back against the wall and swallowed two stomach pills he brought with him. Then he walked to the sink, took a handful of water, and patted his face, trying to calm himself down.
Just as he raised his water-stained face, a hand holding a tissue suddenly stretched out from behind him. Qin Mukai took the tissue and said, "Thank you."
Instead of leaving, the man came over strangely and asked, "Are you sick?"
He was startled by the sound——.
The black eyes suddenly opened, and a familiar and inquiring face appeared in front of him, with the same gentle and touching face as when they first met seven years ago. Xia Tong looked at him with a smile, a vague smile on his lips.
Laughter appears.
He was surprised, why did she appear here?
"Oh..." When she saw his face clearly, she flashed with surprise: "I remember you! You were the one who blocked my car yesterday and wouldn't let me leave!"
Does she still remember him?
After the surprise, she frowned strangely: "Why did you stop me yesterday?" Seeing that he didn't speak, she continued: "Is it because you were in a hurry to leave but couldn't stop the car?
, so you want to carpool with me?"
His eyebrows spread with interest.
Seeing that he didn't deny it, Xia Tong took it for granted that he had guessed it right, "If you want to share a car, you should tell me earlier. I was in a hurry to leave, so I left you alone... I'm sorry..."
"She put her hands together and made an apology gesture.
He lowered his head, with a faint smile on his lips.
Xia Tong patted his chest and said, "I promise that next time I meet you again, I will definitely agree to carpool and will never leave you alone."
"Next time?" He suddenly said: "Isn't it just the right time today?"
"ah?"
He grabbed her and said, "Why don't we carpool and leave now." He had already forgotten about Qiao Guanli in the box and the cooperative capital injection.
"No, no, no, no..." Xia Tong waved her hands quickly: "Not now. My friend is still waiting for me to eat outside."
"Friend?" He settled his steps: "Who is it?"
"Uh..." Xia Tong was stunned by his abrupt question. Apparently Qin Muzhen also understood his faux pas. He coughed slightly and changed the question he was more concerned about: "What is your name?"
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"candy." Xia Tong answered quickly.
"I mean Chinese name."
She paused, noticing her hesitation, Qin Mu raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
"My friends don't let me tell others my Chinese name." She apologized again: "I'm sorry."
Friend? Another friend? How could a friend be so authoritarian, so domineering that no one even knows her name? But doing this seemed to confirm his suspicion.
"Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."
"What about you?" Xia Tong was curious: "What's your name?"