What does Mr. Mi mean by what he thinks of Zhang Ling?
If anyone dared to say this to her in the past, even if she didn't give him a slap in the face, she would still say something angrily to relieve her anger.
If you want to have a meal with your loved one, you can.
But she, Zhang Ling, is not the kind of casual woman. As long as she hears someone showing love and inviting her to dinner, she must accept it happily?
impossible!
There are indeed many women in this world who can't move even after the dinner party.
But she, Zhang Ling, is definitely not one of them.
As a woman, when she hears a man express his love for her, she feels happy in her heart.
I just thought that she was personally escorted here by the general manager of the group.
No matter how high-end and elegant the meal in front of you is?
She just couldn't muster much interest in eating.
I just wanted to find a reason to escape as soon as possible.
Of course, the above are all the emotions she should have under normal circumstances.
But today is very strange!
With Mr. Mi's sad tone and non-aggressive posture, even if there was any anger in her heart, it would be extinguished instantly.
Zhang Ling also seemed to be led astray by Mr. Mi's mood, and said in the same sad tone:
"It's okay. If we just want to have a meal, Mr. Mi won't say anything. Let's eat first."
"Yes!" Mr. Mi nodded with a smile like an obedient child.
When Zhang Ling cut a piece of beef and put it in her mouth to chew, her body may have been replenished with energy, which stimulated her sad brain.
She originally planned to flee from Mr. Mi as soon as the general manager of the group left, saying that she had urgent business to deal with.
So she had no intention of sitting down to eat.
But now she seemed to be under a spell, sitting down and enjoying the food with peace of mind.
This is unscientific!
It seems that as Mr. Mi said, his appearance was kissed by a devil, so he has natural magical power.
She fell in love the moment she saw Mr. Mi's face.
That's why her emotions were affected by Mr. Mi's words and deeds.
Thinking of this, she put down the tableware in her hands, wiped her mouth elegantly with a napkin, looked up at Mr. Mi in front of her and said with a smile:
"I'm full. That..."
Mr. Mi looked at her with a pair of melancholy eyes and stood up. Even before she spoke, she gave up the idea of finding a reason to leave.
He continued:
"Alas, it seems that I, Mr. Mi, will never have the chance to have a good lunch with the one I love. If you want to leave, then go ahead. I will never stop you."
"No, no!" Zhang Ling softened after hearing these words, so she sat back on the chair and explained, "Don't get me wrong, my legs and feet were numb just now for some reason. I just stood up and moved around. Now
It seems much better. You continue, I will accompany you."
"Thank you!" Mr. Mi's eyes were filled with gratitude.
She might really be under a spell by Mr. Mi.
Although there was a voice deep inside that kept shouting for her to leave quickly.
This curse inadvertently made Zhang Ling feel that Mi was a pitiful person with low self-esteem.
Or maybe it inspired her natural maternal instinct as a woman, making her want to stay with Mr. Mi.
People are sometimes so contradictory internally and externally.
What I was thinking in my mind was extremely inconsistent with my actual body movements.
Fortunately, Mr. Mi did not cross the line during the next meal.
The meal is coming to an end here.
Zhang Ling has not forgotten the mission of being escorted here by the general manager of the group.
"Mr. Mi, you see that the meal is almost done. I would like to ask..."
Mr. Mi picked up the napkin next to him and wiped his mouth. A heart-wrenching smile appeared on his sad face and said, "This is not urgent."
Not urgent? She also felt that this matter was not urgent.
If it weren't for the group general manager's repeated instructions, she really wouldn't be willing to say this.
In her subconscious mind, she still prefers to cooperate with Zhihua Technology.
Thinking of this, she said patiently: "So Mi always has more urgent things to deal with? Well, since that's the case, I will come back to discuss this matter with Mr. Mi another day."
As she spoke, she stood up again, hung up her bag and said:
"I've already eaten. Thank you, Mr. Mi, for the lunch. If I have anything else to do, I'll leave it alone..."
Mr. Mi still had a sad expression, showing no signs of anxiety, and interrupted Zhang Ling's words with a long sigh.
Zhang Ling was affected by this melancholy atmosphere and said:
"Mr. Mi, what's wrong with you?"
"The heroine of this important thing I did is gone. How do you want me to finish this important thing?"
Zhang Ling said a little surprised:
"Mr. Mi, do you mean that the important things you do affect me?"
"Yes!" Mr. Mi saw that Zhang Ling was somewhat interested, "If possible, could you give me a few more minutes?"
This melancholy atmosphere is nothing short of a plague.
Zhang Ling was really resisting in her heart and wanted to leave, but her body refused to obey her, so she sat down again according to Mr. Mi's wishes.
"Okay, tell me." Zhang Ling also said with a bit of sadness.
Mr. Mi looked at the piano player and gave a gesture, and the background music instantly changed to "In My Life".
Beautiful melody, quiet and comfortable music has the effect of soothing your soul.
Zhang Ling's resisting heart gradually became immersed in the atmosphere created by the music.
I have to say that Zhang Ling still admires Mr. Mi’s choice of background music.
Because this is a piece of piano music that touches the soul's senses from the bottom of the heart.
Kevin Kern's eyes are almost invisible, but his music is surprisingly clear...
It has something in common with the current appearance of Mr. Mi who was kissed by a demon.
Obviously, this is a different kind of curse from Mr. Mi.
Mr. Mi then gave a signal to the foreman not far away, and a waiter came towards them pushing a cake.
"Today is my birthday. I take the liberty of making the birthday cake the last dessert of our meal. I hope you like it!"
Zhang Ling shook her head and said:
"Mr. Mi, happy birthday!"
After hearing this, Mr. Mi closed his eyes, put on a happy smile, and took a deep breath, as if tasting what he thought was the taste of happiness in the current environment.
Zhang Ling looked at Mr. Mi's appearance and smiled sincerely.
At this time, she began to look forward to the taste of birthday cake.
After being reminded by the waiter, Mr. Mi opened his sad eyes with unfinished thoughts, stood up with his body exuding endless sadness, took the knife handed over by the waiter, and seemed to be very serious in choosing to cut the most delicious piece.
cake.
He finally settled on a cake studded with red strawberries.
Just because Zhang Ling drank strawberry juice today, he decided that Zhang Ling loved strawberries.
He picked up the cake plate, placed his hands in front of Zhang Ling, and said with a hint of joy in his sad tone:
"Cake, I hope it will suit your taste."
"Thank you, happy birthday!" Zhang Ling smiled and sent her blessing again.
Zhang Ling took the cake but saw that Mr. Mi sat down again without cutting a piece for herself.
She asked curiously:
"Why don't you eat?"
Mr. Mi said with a happy smile on his face:
"I love watching the people I love eat."
It felt like she didn't want to miss every detail of Zhang Ling eating cake.
"Oh, okay." She smiled and accepted Mr. Mi's explanation.
Zhang Ling felt happy by Mr. Mi's operation.
It is the kind of happiness that comes after the first love of Qi Diaozhe and Li Xiang, being paid the utmost attention.
But what she didn't know was that there was an exquisite and luxurious diamond ring hidden under the cake and strawberries in her hands.
That was a gift from Mr. Mi.
As for what is the purpose of this diamond ring?
Mr. Mi planned to explain based on Zhang Ling's specific reaction when she saw the diamond ring.
It can be a meeting gift between friends, a gift to thank Zhang Ling for celebrating his birthday, or it can be used as a proposal ring to pursue Zhang Ling.
Mr. Mi watched with anticipation as Zhang Ling started to slowly eat the strawberries from the edge of the cake.
It felt as exciting as standing at the door of the sedan chair to greet the bride.
When he watched her eat the strawberry, and the next spoonful penetrated three millimeters into the cake, Mr. Mi's heart almost jumped out of his throat with excitement.
He carefully observed her expression when she saw the ring.
It is best to interpret her subtle expressions to determine the attributes of the gift ring.
If she showed no emotion after seeing it, and then refused to accept it without reservation, he would say it was a gift to thank her for spending his birthday with her;
If she was surprised when she saw it, then showed even a hint of liking, and then strongly expressed her rejection, he would say that since they couldn't be lovers, it was just a meeting gift for friends;
If she was pleasantly surprised after seeing it, showed great love, and even had the urge to wear it on her hand, he would naturally hold a proposal ceremony.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling's cell phone rang urgently, breaking all Mr. Mi's planned preparations.
Zhang Ling put a spoon that was 5 mm deep into the cake onto the plate.
She said with a bit of shame:
"Sorry, I'm taking a call."
Mr. Mi's sad face showed a bit of disappointment and complaint. He thought, can I refuse to let you answer the phone?
But in order to maintain the newly established personal image, he could only continue to say obsessively and with a touch of sadness: "Okay. I'll wait for you. After answering the phone, I will continue to watch you eat."
These words sounded a bit like a couple getting tired of each other.
After hearing this, Zhang Ling actually smiled with a bit of shyness as if possessed.
When the call was connected, a sound that did not fit the current scene came out, which made Zhang Ling wake up instantly.
"Zhang Ling, come and help me! Help me. Ah..." Yan Yuan's voice sounded like something big happened to the family, similar to the death of a father or mother.
"What's the matter?" Zhang Ling asked nervously.
Yan Yuan continued to cry and said:
"Don't ask. I'm in the hospital. It's a matter of life and death, and it also concerns you. You should come here quickly! Ugh..."
Zhang Ling said even more nervously and doubtfully:
"Okay, tell me which hospital it is and I will come right away."
She remembered that Yan Yuan mentioned yesterday that she was feeling unwell and wanted to go to the hospital for a full body checkup.
I guess Yan Yuan does a lot of things to deceive men's feelings.
He must have received retribution.
So Yan Yuan anxiously asked her to go over and give her last words.
While she was talking, she forgot about Mr. Mi who was sitting across from her. She got up, picked up her bag and left the table.
Mr. Mi said sadly with some doubts:
"Zhang Ling, where are you going?"
She stopped and looked back at Mr. Mi and said:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mi, one of my sisters has an accident and is hospitalized. I have to go and see her."
"Wait a minute!" Mr. Mi said as he glanced at Zhang Ling's unfinished cake.
Zhang Ling turned around again and noticed Mr. Mi’s behavior and said:
"Mr. Mi, thank you for the lunch. Finally, I wish you a happy birthday!"
Mr. Mi wanted to say something to persuade him to stay, but it was too late.
I could only look at Zhang Ling's back as she hurried away, and the diamond ring that Zhang Ling had not discovered yet.
Are he and Zhang Ling destined to miss each other?
Mr. Mi was obviously unwilling to give in. He picked up the cow-stained ring with his bare hands and looked at it, with an evil curve at the corner of his mouth.
He put the ring into his mouth and licked it like candy.
A male waiter in the distance actually felt a little disgusted when he saw Mr. Mi's scene.
"No, we still have a chance." Mr. Mi said to himself.
It felt like he had completely controlled Zhang Ling's destiny.
Zhang Ling arrived at the ward that Yan Yuan was talking about in a hurry.
Just as soon as I walked in, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
When he saw Yan Yuan lying on the same hospital bed where Chen Jian once lay, he looked at the ceiling of the ward with a depressed expression and muttered to himself.
Her heart ached as if it had been cut out by a knife, and her feet suddenly took on a lot of weight, and she struggled to move towards Yan Yuan.
She silently begged God for mercy in her heart, saying that although Yan Yuan seemed to be a playboy on the surface.
In fact, as a serious and honest man, Yan Yuan has never been a scumbag.
Therefore, Yan Yuan's scum can be said to be doing justice for heaven.
She said all this just hoping that God would make Yan Yuan strong enough to survive this time.
"Zhang Ling, you're here." Yan Yuan heard Zhang Ling's footsteps and looked back at her and said.
She could hear a sense of hopelessness in Yan Yuan's tone.
"Tell me, Yan Yuan, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" Zhang said with a hint of sadness.
She may not have completely come out of Mr. Mi's melancholy atmosphere.
When Zhang Ling stood in front of the hospital bed, Yan Yuan suddenly stood up, hugged her and burst into tears.
It felt like she, Zhang Ling, was the person Yan Yuan missed the most in his life.
Therefore, Yan Yuan should fully express his nostalgia for Zhang Ling.
When Yan Yuan's crying became quieter, she asked:
"Tell you what disease you have? No, I will help you contact the best experts to treat you."
Yan Yuan left Zhang Ling's arms with some doubts. Just when she was about to say something, a man came to the door of the ward. He apologized in a daze and said:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I went to the wrong place."
But the man just took two steps back, took a closer look at the ward information board, then walked back in with a puzzled look on his face and asked:
"No, ladies, you must have gone to the wrong place. This is my ward."
Yan Yuan jumped down from the hospital bed and apologized with a look of shame:
"Sorry, my friend lived here before. It turns out he was discharged from the hospital!"
The man readily accepted Yan Yuan's explanation.
Zhang Ling suddenly remembered that this ward was where Chen Jian once lived.
The two of them hurriedly walked out of the ward, and Yan Yuan felt a chill enveloping her whole body.
"That Zhang Ling, this can be explained, please listen to me first."
"explain!"
Yan Yuan said with a look of shame:
"Here's what happened. Didn't you help me choose a gift for Chen Jian before?"
"Well, what next?"
"What about me? Holding the apology gift, I didn't have the courage to walk into the hospital several times. But today I finally plucked up the courage and walked into the ward, only to find out that that guy Chen Jian has been discharged from the hospital."
"The injury is almost healed, and it's normal to be discharged from the hospital. What does this have to do with you lying about being seriously ill? Just tell me!" Zhang Ling's teeth itched with hatred.
"I didn't lie that I was seriously ill! Zhang Ling, you must have misunderstood. What I said at the time was that there was a major matter here that was related to your life and death." Slave Yan Yuan argued.
"Indeed!" Zhang Ling said after recalling.
She was a little shaken and felt that she had really understood it wrong?
Yan Yuan continued to explain:
"If I can't deliver this apology gift, your previous relationship with Li Xiang will definitely turn bad because of that bastard Chen Jian."
"Oh." Listening to Yan Yuan's explanation, she also remembered Chen Jian's related behavior, and vaguely felt that it made some sense.
Yan Yuan then argued:
"Li Xiang is your lifelong happiness! So no matter how you think about it, it is a matter of life and death. As your best sister, how can you ignore it?"
After writing for so long, I won’t be alone all the time.
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So that I know I am not alone.
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