"It's over, Weiwei, I've brought a lot of trouble on myself." When Sangrou said this, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but felt a little proud.
Ye Weiwei couldn't help but asked curiously: "Do you particularly want to fail in the blind date today?"
"Yeah...you saw it." Sang Rou smiled, holding Ye Weiwei's arm, and said as they walked: "I heard that he has a sweetheart.
It is said that I have been in love with him for many years. I don’t want to bring trouble to myself and force myself to get close to this person. It will make me have to marry him because I can’t live without him.”
"That's true, but..." Ye Weiwei thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "Forget it, if you don't like it, don't force yourself."
"Hey, I knew our Weiwei was the best." Sang Rou said, having already seen Wen Shichen over there.
She cleared her throat, straightened her collar immediately, tilted her head and said to Ye Weiwei: "The people are already here, let's go over."
Ye Weiwei nodded and followed Sang Rou.
At the rectangular table, the man sat there elegantly like a banished immortal. His face was expressionless, as if he would not be disturbed by the worldly world.
After Sang Rou came over, she didn't know how to talk to him.
After waiting for a while, Sangrou coughed to attract the other person's attention.
In an instant, the eyes that were originally unobtrusive came to focus, but instead they focused on Ye Weiwei's face. An almost undetectable flash of surprise flashed across his beautiful eyebrows.
But because that face looked so upright, Sang Rou and Ye Weiwei didn't notice anything unusual.
"Miss Sangrou?" Wen Shichen said.
This man's voice is also very nice, as gentle as spring breeze and rain, which makes people's ears enjoy it very much.
Sang Rou nodded, took Ye Weiwei's arm, and said generously: "I am Sang Rou, and this is my best friend Ye Weiwei. Do you mind if I bring her here?"
Wen Shichen shook his head, still elegant and dignified, "If you don't mind, please take a seat."
Ye Weiwei nodded to Wen Shichen and sat down with Sang Rou.
Next, Wen Shichen said: "What should you two drink? Is it tea, coffee, or juice?"
He speaks in an ups and downs, and his sentences are also comfortable.
Sang Rou couldn't help but secretly sigh, the girl he liked was so lucky, Wen Shichen was really outstanding.
"Tea." Ye Weiwei saw that Wen Shichen chose tea, while Sang Rou kept staring at him.
She thought Sang Rou liked Wen Shichen, so she chose the same one as the man.
Wen Shichen nodded gently and raised his hand to ask the waiter over there.
After taking the order, the waiters were sighing.
Wen Shichen's voice is so comforting.
After two cups of tea were served, Wen Shichen looked at Sang Rou, raised his lips, and said straight to the point: "I know Miss Sang Rou doesn't want to go on a blind date."
Sang Rou smiled, but she felt a little embarrassed at the moment. She picked up the tea cup and said with evasive eyes: "Sorry, my family background is not good enough."
"I should apologize. The elders in the family heard the instigation and misunderstood Miss Sangrou. This is my fault. If she hadn't been on a blind date with me, how could the young lady have suffered such an unreasonable disaster."
Wen Shichen's pious attitude and apology made people feel particularly comfortable.
Sang Rou couldn't help but shake her head. It was so perfect that she couldn't find any mistakes.
"I may be asking this too abruptly." Wen Shichen looked at Sang Rou and added with some embarrassment.
Sang Rou was disgusted by Wen Shichen's voice and waved her hands repeatedly, "It's not rude, it's not rude, you ask, you can ask whatever you want!"