When she has nothing to do, Lingxi likes to sit in the coffee shop on the sixth floor.
Bring your laptop and order a cup of freshly ground coffee.
While watching foreign landscape documentaries, I chatted with Lu Zhixia and Su Tongyuan on WeChat.
Talking about her plans for the new year and her marriage to Suning.
Avoid staying in your room and thinking wildly or worrying about someone.
"When will you return to Kyoto? Well, I don't know yet."
Lingxi was too lazy to type, and her voice responded to Su Tongyuan's question: "It depends on when your precious brother shows up."
Lu Zhixia made an applauding emoji and asked, "Have you slept together? Have you considered having a child first?"
Su Tongyuan helped: "You can have this. My mother can't wait to have her grandson."
Lingxi sent out a series of ellipses to express that he was speechless.
Lu Zhixia said to himself: "At the end of last year, I met Suning for the first time. He was Xixi's nominal apprentice."
"Shy, shy, timid."
"I don't like to talk much, I always keep my head down."
"In just one year, farmers turned up and sang songs and abducted my stream without anyone noticing."
"Humph, I really underestimate him. His methods are powerful enough."
Su Tongyuan retorted: "What does it mean that the means are powerful enough?"
"Xiao Ningzi and Xixi are destined to be married. Do you understand the destiny arrangement?"
"Besides, although Xixi is excellent, my brother is not bad either."
"My mother said that they are a perfect match of talent and beauty."
The old driver Lu Zhixia was driving down the lane: "What's wrong? You're not Xixi, how do you know whether Suning is good or not?"
Su Tongyuan pretended to be angry and said: "Bad woman, please be more serious."
Lu Zhixia chuckled and said, "I didn't ask you why you are so anxious."
"Lovely Xixi, let's talk?"
“Shouldn’t good best friends talk about everything and know everything?”
The face of Lingxi was covered with red clouds. Quan pretended not to notice it and put his phone with the screen locked aside.
At this moment, a young male waiter came over, delivered a dessert to Lingxi, and said softly: "Beauty, this is a gift from our boss Qi."
“Caramel pudding has a very good taste.”
He tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, spoke softly, and put on his "signature" fake smile like a spring breeze.
Lingxi glanced in the direction of the counter, where stood a young man in a suit and leather shoes.
Square face, early thirties.
The eye sockets are sunken and the skin is dark yellow.
He appears to be strong, but in reality he is weak and weak.
A typical person whose body has been hollowed out by wine and sex, and the gold and jade are stained on the outside.
Lingxi felt nauseated and declined flatly: "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to pudding."
The waiter was skeptical, but still maintained a polite smile and said: "I can change you to a strawberry tart or tiramisu."
Lingxi said calmly: "No need, I'm afraid of noise, and I hate being disturbed the most."
"Also, please tell Mr. Qi that I am not interested in him."
"There will be no interest today, and there will be no interest in the future."
"Instead of wasting time on me, why not go to the gym and exercise properly."
The waiter looked embarrassed, whispered "Excuse me", turned around and left.
Lingxi stirred the coffee and logged into the mailbox to read the financial statements sent by Pei Chuan.
She needs to slowly check the total profits of Kunlun's various industries this year.
Not long after, Mr. Qi, whom the waiter called Mr. Qi, personally brought a strawberry tart and introduced himself politely: "My surname is Qi, and my last name is only the Chinese character "Xiao"."