Song Qiao thought about his purpose of sneaking out alone today, and her head began to hurt again. She picked up Xiaotang, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Don't look, he is not your father."
Xiaotang looked at Song Qiao disapprovingly.
How could it be possible? His facial features were obviously similar to hers, but Mommy didn't even notice.
Song Qiao understood Xiaotang's meaning and was a little worried. She had also secretly looked at Gu Jingting's facial features just now. He was sharp and flamboyant, and kept people away thousands of miles away when he didn't speak.
This appearance is not even remotely similar to the chapel.
If I had to find something in common, it would probably be that they are both good-looking and usually have serious expressions.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao's mind flashed back to the scene of being lifted and slipped in the chapel just now, and she was suddenly struck by the point of laughter. It was the first time that she saw her usually mature and steady son in such a mess.
She laughed so happily that she hugged Xiaotang and said, "I should have taken a photo just now and brought it back to Qiqi to see."
Xiaotang's eagerness to prove suddenly faded away. He felt ashamed when he thought that in order to get close to his scumbag father, he acted like that stupid girl Qiqi and pretended to be stupid.
He pushed Song Qiao's hand away expressionlessly, sat silently in the corner, turned his head and looked out the window.
But the gradually turning red earlobes and cheeks revealed Xiaotang's embarrassment at the moment.
Song Qiao was afraid of offending his son, so he stopped as soon as it was good.
As Gu Jingting drove, he took in the scene of the two laughing and laughing. His heart, which should have been irritable, inexplicably relaxed, and his tense complexion became much more relaxed.
The car drove through the city center and came to a deep alley in the south of the city.
Song Qiao got out of the car with Xiaotang, and first saw the green tiles and white walls. Looking further, large camphor leaves were stacked on top of the wall, casting a dark shadow below.
This kind of scenery immediately relaxed her mind and she already liked it.
Gu Jingting took the lead and walked inside. The road was winding and winding, like walking in a maze. Song Qiao almost fainted. She blurted out, "Are you trying to take us two away and sell them?"
Gu Jingting glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, "I'm afraid I won't even pay for the gas money."
Song Qiao was unconvinced, "I'm still young after all, and I'm not bad looking. How could I not even be able to sell gas?"
"It seems that you really have this idea?" Gu Jingting asked casually, "Then I will suffer some losses and pay for you, and you will come to work by my side starting today."
Song Qiao sensed the danger, "I'm just arguing with you, but I don't really intend to sell myself."
Gu Jingting said nothing, turned the corner, and two vermilion doors appeared in front of him. They were open for business at the moment. The doors were open and there was no one welcoming guests.
It seems to say, guests come in as they come.
Song Qiao found it interesting and followed Gu Jingting in. As soon as he entered the door, he first saw the screen wall, then walked around and saw the open courtyard.
The entire courtyard is paved with bluestone tiles, and flowers and plants are planted on both sides. Under the corridor, there are room numbers hanging on each room.
Gu Jingting must be a regular customer here, so he took Song Qiao directly into one of the rooms. Only then did a waiter finally appear and hand it to him with a menu.
"Mr. Gu, we have a new dish here today, you can try it." She recommended with a smile.
Gu Jingting didn't look at the menu, "Serve the dishes as usual, and also order new dishes. In addition, prepare something that children can eat."
"OK."
The waiter quickly left.
Sitting next to Song Qiao in the small hall, he was a little surprised that Gu Jingting could still remember him. He thought that based on the attitude he just showed, he would want to throw him out now.
"Don't look at me in surprise." Gu Jingting poured water to rinse the dishes without raising his eyes, "No matter how much I hate you, there is no reason to care about a child."
Xiaotang, "You are my father, so you should do it."
"Haven't turned the corner yet?" Gu Jingting was impatient.
Song Qiao held his forehead and wanted to explain something to Xiaotang. Due to Gu Jingting's presence, she had no choice but to rub his head and warned, "Don't talk yet. I'll explain this to you when I get back to my mother... my aunt.
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Xiaotang pursed his lips.
He seemed a little unconvinced, but he always listened to Song Qiao's words and kept his mouth shut.
After about ten minutes, the waiter started serving the dishes.
The speed here is really fast. In the blink of an eye, the table was filled. The waiter removed the hourglass placed next to the table and said, "The chef said, I hope you can give me some advice after your meal today."
"I know." Gu Jingting nodded.
After the people left, the private room became quiet, and there was no sound in the small hall, which gave Song Qiao the illusion of eating alone with Gu Jingting. For a while, the originally spacious space became a little cramped.
She quickly glanced at Gu Jingting and said proactively, "Mr. Gu, I haven't formally thanked you for the resources you gave me before."
Song Qiao poured himself a cup of tea, "I'm here today to offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."
Gu Jingting didn't seem to want to buy it. He put his hand on the tea cup and tapped his fingertips around the rim of the cup. "Miss Song's way of saying thank you is always the same perfunctory way."
Without his explanation, Song Qiao also knew that Gu Jingting was talking about her verbal thanks and the use of tea instead of wine.
In fact, she can't be blamed for this. After all, she knew that the other party had a plan and still foolishly approached him. Isn't this the same as letting a sheep into a tiger's mouth?
Of course, Song Qiao couldn't say it clearly, so he smiled and pretended to be stupid, "How dare I? If Mr. Gu is not satisfied with anything, I will go back and change it."
It's impossible today.
He is really as cunning as a fox.
Gu Jingting secretly grinded his teeth, tightened his strength instantly, almost treating the cup as Song Qiao's neck, and pinched it hard, "Okay, I hope you will do what you say."
Want to hide? No way.
Song Qiao felt a chill on her neck and secretly scolded Gu Jingting for pursuing her so hard.
She didn't dare to continue talking about this topic, so she picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food for Xiaotang, and at the same time took a bite of the stewed chicken in front of her.
As expected, it melts in your mouth and tastes delicious.
Song Qiao's eyes lit up slightly. She actually preferred to eat Chinese food compared to those high-end Western food. After all, there were so many delicious foods in China that she might not be able to finish them all in her life. Why would she waste time eating those Western foods?
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When Gu Jingting saw this, he knew that this place was to her liking.
"Mr. Gu, do you also prefer Chinese food?" Song Qiao was satisfied with her meal and started chatting.
Gu Jingting had no intention of scaring Song Qiao today. Hearing this, he said calmly, "Well, when I was studying abroad, I didn't know how to cook. I ate for several years and got tired of it."
"There are only so many Western food options. Where can I find delicious Chinese food." Song Qiao said, "My dream in the future is to open a restaurant. It is best to have a booming business every day and the supply exceeds the demand."
She just sat in the back and counted the money.
As expected, all of this woman's thoughts are related to money, and she is now thinking about making money.
