The housekeeper muttered secretly to himself, imagining the image of his young master entering the company with bean sprouts in his arms, and couldn't help but shudder.
Popsicle face holds a Chihuahua.
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It feels incredible when I think about it.
Qian Qianqian and Qin Moyu met at the LUX cafe they had arranged. Qin Moyu drove and came a little earlier than her.
"Sorry, I must have been waiting for a long time."
Qian Qianqian rushed into the coffee shop anxiously and saw Qin Moyu already sitting there, waving to her, so she hurriedly ran over.
Although the two were considered friends, the subconscious hierarchy made Qian Qianqian feel inexplicably polite and unfamiliar with Qin Moyu. No matter how approachable Qin Moyu acted, she still couldn't get along with her.
"It's okay, I just came in not long ago."
Qin Moyu smiled and waved his hand. At this time, the waiter had already brought the coffee, "You two, this is the coffee you wanted."
"Thanks."
Bringing one of the cups of coffee to Qian Qianqian, Qin Moyu said warmly: "I didn't know what flavor you wanted to drink, so I ordered the same one as me."
"Haha, I'm not particular. I rarely drink coffee."
"Then try this coffee. This coffee is purely imported from Brazil. It is only available here. Many other places are fake."
"Oh that's fine."
Qian Qianqian smiled dryly and picked up the coffee in front of her and took a sip. To be honest, the taste of the coffee made no difference to her. She couldn't taste the difference at all.
Besides, she is not bourgeois enough to drink coffee every day, let alone something purely imported from Brazil.
"How is it? It tastes good. My dad said that this kind of coffee is what Jing likes to drink the most."
Qin Moyu said it very carelessly, and did not hear the slightest mention of Shi Jing in her tone. Her casual look did not seem to have any purpose.
"Yeah?"
Hearing Qin Moyu mention Shijing, Qian Qianqian's face flashed a little unnaturally. He took a sip from the coffee cup and lowered his eyes to hide the guilty feeling in his eyes.
"Yeah, I didn't expect his taste to be so similar to mine. I also like to drink this kind of coffee the most."
Qin Moyu was still talking casually, but his gaze was somewhat deliberately directed towards Qian Qianqian, his expression still calm.
But this time, Qian Qianqian heard another meaning from her words, one.
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She didn't want to hear it.
But her words also made Qian Qianqian's long-buried inferiority complex quietly resurface in his heart.
The taste is similar, or rather the family background is similar. Only people like them can drink pure imported Sandos coffee and talk to everyone.
As for her, even if a cup of pure imported coffee is placed in front of her, she can't distinguish the different flavors.
She smiled bitterly in her heart. She even foolishly asked Shi Jing if he loved her? What an ironic question.
Shi Jing deserves to laugh at her for not overestimating her abilities and ask her to wake up. Yes, how can she still be awake? There will always be a world of distance between Shi Jing and her. One is heaven and the other is earth. How can heaven and earth be so different?
Connected?
Just last night, she was still deceiving herself into thinking that it might be possible for her and Shi Jing.
Maybe Shi Jing really likes her a little bit. Now, she knows that different identities are destined to have different feelings.