Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Jiang Chi couldn't help feeling regretful.
He wanted to hold her hand, but Su Lian backed away.
"You still doubt me, don't you?"
She lowered her head and asked, her expression dark and unclear.
"Xiao Lian, I really like you..."
Jiang Chi was worried that Su Lian would not listen to the explanation and run away, so he simply hugged her trembling body from behind. Su Lian wanted to hide, but he trapped her involuntarily.
Su Lian turned around and put her hand on his chest, trying to push him away. Jiang Chi's eyes were full of hurt.
"Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian, please calm down and listen to me..."
Jiang Chi wanted to explain, but was interrupted by a voice.
"open!"
"Those cars are all mine."
Jiang Chi turned around and saw a man in a dark gray suit stepping out of an all-black Maybach with long legs. His brows were cold and his facial features were as if they were carefully carved without any excess.
He walked slowly through the busy streets, but there was no impetuous look on his face, only the same coldness as before.
"This classmate, does he have anything to do with the people in our company?"
Song Qinghe pulled Su Lian behind him with a cold face and stepped forward to block Jiang Chi's sight.
Su Lian didn't expect Song Qinghe to be here, but now that he was here, she was happy to watch the excitement.
"Who are you to her?"
Jiang Chi's eyes were fixed on the hand he was holding on to Su Lian, and his thin lips pursed tightly.
"Then who are you to her?"
Song Qinghe's voice was low and mellow, and his angular face showed no expression at all.
"I!"
Jiang Chi was a bit manic and wanted to answer her boyfriend, but soon discovered that although he and Su Lian were acting as boyfriend and girlfriend these days, Su Lian had not agreed to be her girlfriend.
"I hope you will stop pestering our company's employees in the future. If necessary, I will take legal measures."
After walking past Jiang Chi, who was stiff all over, Song Qinghe pushed Su Lian into the car, while he sat in the driver's seat, with a dangerous dark light flashing in his eyes.
After the car drove away, Su Lian glanced at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye and saw Jiang Chi's devastated look, and couldn't help but slightly curling his lips.
She was sitting in the passenger seat, her hair was a little messy due to the pulling just now, and her little face and lips were pale due to the cold wind, making her look a bit pitiful.
"You've lost weight."
Song Qinghe suppressed his thoughts forcibly. Except for glancing at her when she got into the car, he always looked ahead intently from behind.
Su Lian leaned on the soft pillow, a little lazy, like a kitten.
She looked at his profile quietly and found that he was somewhat similar to him in the game.
"How's the new game going lately? Has the experiment been successful?"
Seeing that the first thing she started talking about was work, Song Qinghe was a little disappointed, but he still said:
"Not bad. Experiment No. 3067 was successful. Now the new game is basically completed and will soon enter the announcement period."
Su Lian breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed completely.
Apart from the upcoming Masters Competition, she is most concerned about this newly developed game.
After all, if a bug appears in the early stages of a large-scale production like this, the impact on the game will be fatal, and she, the chief designer, cannot escape the blame.
"Since the experiment was successful, why did you pick me up tonight?"
Su Lian suddenly remembered and asked curiously.
Normally, even if he picked her up to participate in the experiment, it was his assistant. Why did he drag her in today when there was clearly no experiment? It was him himself.
Song Qinghe was speechless for a moment.
What should he say? He just drove to the school gate to see her, but when he saw the scene where she was entangled just now, he got out of the car and pulled her up in anger.
Thinking of the scene where she was held in that man's arms just now, Song Qinghe felt an unknown fire burning his mind and heart, and he suddenly braked the car on the side of the road.
Su Lian half-closed his eyes, startled by his sudden sudden stop.
"What's wrong?"
Su Lian raised her eyes and looked around. Fortunately, she didn't brake suddenly in the middle of the road, but on a small road with no traffic around.
"Who was that man just now?"
He grabbed the steering wheel and rolled up his sleeves twice, revealing his long fingers, tapping the surface rhythmically.
It was freezing outside, but it was so hot inside that I felt dizzy.
Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Song Qinghe's expression gradually became a little nervous and obscure, and a secretive and ambiguous atmosphere rose between the two of them.
Forced into a corner by his bent body, Su Lian blinked, pursed her lips and looked at him with a smile.
"Just classmates."
Her tone was light and the blush on her cheeks was bright and charming.
After receiving her reply, he seemed to be relieved for a moment.
He walked past her and opened the car door, and Su Lian got out of the car inexplicably.
This is a somewhat remote road with not much traffic, but there are dim yellow lights on the roadside. Under the lights are food stalls one after another. It is full of the smell of human fireworks and is in harmony with the bustling city beside it.
Completely different.
"This is the noodle shop I grew up eating at. Their pork ribs noodles are particularly delicious."
Song Qinghe took her to a noodle shop and said softly, while he helped her pull out the chair in a gentlemanly manner.
Su Lian looked around curiously.
It is really hard to imagine that Mr. Song, who is used to eating delicacies from all over the world, would like this little restaurant the most.
"Uncle Hong, please have two bowls of pork ribs noodles, one with fried eggs."
Song Qinghe waved his hand and said skillfully.
Soon, the old man named Uncle Hong brought over 20,000 steaming noodles. There were a few green scallions floating on the snow-white noodles, several large pieces of neatly arranged ribs, and a fried egg with brown edges and tender white sides.
, looks extremely delicious.
Along with the noodles, there was a plate of soybean curd, which had a subtle fragrance.
Su Lian moved her index finger and tried to taste a little. The noodles were soft and smooth in the mouth, and quite tough. The soup seemed to be wrapped in it. The taste of the thick pork rib soup filled the entire mouth.
Su Lian's eyes lit up and he quickly ate less than half of the bowl. His originally pale cheeks were now much rosier.
Song Qinghe looked at her greedy look and wanted to laugh:
"Eat slowly. Uncle Hong's noodles are famous for their noodles. You won't feel tired after eating several bowls of them. Whenever I was kicked out of the house when I was a child, I would come to his place to eat a bowl of noodles."
Hearing this, Su Lian raised his head curiously:
"Will you still be kicked out?"
Uncle Hong, who was cleaning up the neighboring table, also put his head in and smiled honestly:
"Yes, this child has been eating here for many years. I still remember the first time he came here. He was only a little bit old."
He gestured, looking short and small, and Su Lian burst into laughter.
In her impression, Song Qinghe always looked invincible, and always looked like he wouldn't let strangers in. It was hard to imagine that he could still be so fragile.
Song Qinghe’s ears were covered in crimson:
"Uncle Hong, stop talking."
"At that time, my mother always wanted me and my brother to compete for the family business. I was not interested in that, so she always punished me."
He said calmly, and Su Lian noticed that his arms, where he rolled up his sleeves because he wanted to eat noodles, were covered with scars of varying depths.