Back at the hotel, Keiko was still mopping the floor. She seemed to be very diligent, which was quite admirable.
It's just that Du Qingchen doesn't want to pay too much attention to her. He has almost no feelings for Kezi, and he can't say whether he likes or dislikes her.
"Hello, sir."
Keiko still bent down and bowed.
Du Qingchen nodded and returned to the room.
Unexpectedly, Keiko diligently arranged the slippers for him and knelt on the ground to take off his shoes, which made him a little uncomfortable.
"Sir, I bought a lot of vegetables. Can I treat you to a meal tonight?"
"Why do you want to invite me to dinner?" Du Qingchen asked.
Keiko lowered her head, a little embarrassed, and finally whispered: "Because I really don't have any friends to invite, and it's my birthday tonight."
ah?
Birthday?
Du Qingchen thought for a while, but really couldn't bear to refuse the other party, so he had to say: "Okay, but I am Chinese, so I may not be used to eating sashimi."
"Don't worry, I know you are Chinese. I bought a lot of ready-made ingredients to make hot pot."
Keiko raised her head very excitedly, her face turning red with excitement.
Not to mention, she looks really pretty like this, but the white patch of snow on her chest is a bit dazzling.
Du Qingchen turned away and nodded in agreement.
"Okay sir, please rest first. At six o'clock in the evening, I will treat you to dinner, okay?"
"OK."
After sleeping until four o'clock in the afternoon, Du Qingchen went out for a trip and came back at exactly six o'clock.
"Given to you."
Du Qingchen gave Kezi a bouquet of flowers, of course they were not roses, but when Kezi took the flowers, tears suddenly flowed down her face.
"What's wrong? Don't like it?"
"No, no, I like it very much, because my husband has never given me a gift in the five years we have been married. Thank you, thank you very much."
Keiko cried and said.
sweat……
Du Qingchen actually sympathized with Huizi.
"Sir, dinner is ready. Can you eat now?"
Keiko asked excitedly.
"sure."
"Sir, please come with me."
Keiko brought Du Qingchen to the restaurant and asked him to sit down. She immediately went into the kitchen and took out the prepared ingredients one by one.
Sure enough, it was hot pot, and the ingredients were rich. Many of the ingredients were imported from China. It can be seen that she put her heart into it.
After Du Qingchen thanked him politely, he started to cook the hot pot.
The taste was just average, so he took a bite of the mutton roll.
Keiko looked at him anxiously and asked: "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious. Thank you for your hospitality." Du Qingchen said, "You should eat too."
"Oh well."
Keiko took out her phone and opened it. She didn't know what she was looking at. After a while, she picked a piece of fat beef and rinsed it in the soup. She took a sip and her face immediately turned red. She held it in for a while, but couldn't hold it in anymore, so she jumped up and ran.
Go pour water.
"Ah, it's so spicy. Why is it so spicy?"
Seeing how cute she looked now, Du Qingchen was amused by her and said with a smile: "Hot pot is so spicy."
"Sorry, maybe I put too much chili pepper."
"No, it's just right, it's just not to your liking."
"It doesn't matter. I can eat rice. It doesn't matter at all."
Keiko smiled, filled a bowl of rice, and started eating.
She really never tasted hot pot again, which made Du Qingchen a little embarrassed.
It looked like it was prepared for him alone.
In fact, Keiko really prepared it for him and didn't consider whether he could eat spicy food.
And when she saw Du Qingchen eating so deliciously, she was very happy and kept smiling.
After eating for a while, Du Qingchen put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full, thank you for your hospitality."
"Come, please have some tea."
Keiko handed the brewed tea to Du Qingchen and knelt down to wait on him.
Du Qingchen couldn't stand this the most, but it was impossible for him to change it for a while. The key point was that this was his habit, and he had no reason to ask him to change it.
"Okay, I'll go back to the room first if it's okay."
Du Qingchen didn't want to stay any longer and said.
"Wait, sir."
Keiko ran all the way back to the room, and when she came back, she actually brought out a box that looked like a shoe box.
She opened it and took out a pair of brand new leather shoes, and also took out several bags from under the table, which contained two sets of clothes.
Du Qingchen noticed that the shoes and clothes were not cheap. They were all world-class brands and they probably cost a lot of money.
He frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
"The other party has already transferred the compensation to my bank account. I would like to thank you sir for your life-saving grace. I hope you can accept a small gift."
Keiko looked begging.
Du Qingchen hesitated for a while, but finally accepted the gift, and finally reminded: "Okay, I won't do this next time. First, don't invite me to dinner again. Second, don't buy me anything again. Otherwise, I really have to consider it."
Let’s stay in a hotel instead.”
Keiko was so frightened that she shook her head repeatedly: "Okay sir, I know I was wrong. This time I was too presumptuous. I apologize to you and ask for your forgiveness."
She knelt there and kowtowed to Du Qingchen.
This etiquette was so thoughtful that it made Du Qingchen feel on pins and needles.
"Okay, okay, I'm going back to my room first."
Du Qingchen immediately turned around.
He couldn't stand this.
When he returned to the room, he casually put the gift into the space ring, but after thinking about it, he took it out and placed it in the corner.
He was afraid that when Keiko cleaned the room and didn't see these things, he would ask him again.
Just pay her some money when you leave.
Du Qingchen didn't take this matter to heart.
He wouldn't have the slightest thought of Keiko just because the other party gave him a gift, invited him to dinner, or took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.
Even though he is in Japan, he calls Wang Lingying every day. From this point of view, he is really a good man, a standard good man.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Du Qingchen arrived at the door of Zheng Jiaqiang's hotel on time.
The door is naturally closed, and Zheng Jiaqiang is the only one here.
"No one from the Aoki Club is here, are they?"
Du Qingchen asked.
Zheng Jiaqiang frowned and said: "I invited someone to go to the Qingmu Society's lair. They are going to have a meeting tonight, probably to deal with us."
"Isn't that just right? It's all done in one pot, so that you don't have to make trouble every day. Come on, take me over to settle the score."
Du Qingchen smiled indifferently.
Zheng Jiaqiang hesitated and said, "Can we just go there, okay?"
"What's wrong?"
"As far as I know, they still have guns, and Mr. Aoki seems to have hired experts to guard you, just to deal with you. If we go there in such a big way, will we fall into a trap?"
"How about you stay at home and tell me where you are and I'll go alone." Du Qingchen said casually.
He really had no other ideas.
Does it matter whether we take Zheng Jiaqiang or not?
Not at all, he alone is enough to destroy the Aoki Society in seconds. Whether it is destroyed or not is all determined by his thoughts, and it has to do with his mood, and has nothing to do with other things or people.
But when Zheng Jiaqiang heard this, he became unhappy: "Junior brother, am I that kind of person? Let's go. This happened because of me. Even if it's a tiger's den, I will go with you. We junior brothers will fight side by side!"
Du Qingchen knew that he had misunderstood, but he couldn't laugh or cry.