He Qingchi's thick eyelashes drooped half of the curve, and his eyes fell on the screen of the phone. Then, her ears began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If she had known that such an embarrassing situation would have happened, even if she had stuffed Qin Chuan back to her womb and rebuilt her, she would never have let this guy grab his phone last night and took the initiative to send some harassing text messages to Wen Shuchen about having a meal appointment.

She seemed to have interpreted something from the text message that Wen Shuchen replied, but she was not sure, afraid of being self-indulgent.

Actually, she hit the car owner and sent a text message to contact her. It was nothing. Her innocent relationship made Wen Shuchen's attitude interesting.

The two parties involved didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit strange. Fortunately, the owner of this private room didn't ask the whole question, but just looked at Wen Shuchen with a tacit smile.

Sometimes it seems that men can understand the other person's meaning with just one look.

"Mr. Fu, this Miss He is the heroine in your investment movie under your name. I'm here to talk to you about the serious business." Wen Shuchen's tone was calm and natural, and his face was serious.

Mr. Fu didn't expect to come to him. He first glanced at the famous watch, and didn't know if he was intentionally creating opportunities for Wen Shuchen. He had no intention of entertaining He Qingchi and responded casually: "Miss He, Fu has already made arrangements tonight. What do you want to talk about when you make an appointment with my secretary another day."

Capital father is the biggest, what else can a tiny little person like He Qingchi say?

She had just taken Mr. Fu's business card, and heard Mr. Fu again, and suddenly he gave Wen Shuchen earnestly: "Shuchen, help me send the guests."

“…”

He Qingchi suddenly clenched his business card with his fingers and wanted to return it.

***

After coming out of the "Listen Spring" box, He Qingchi's mind was a little blank.

She thought Wen Shuchen had not replied to the text message, but was refusing to have any involvement with her, the rash perpetrator, except for negotiations on compensation. Now it seems that this is not the case.

The wind at night blew her long hair, and He Qingchi finally came to his senses, blinking his dark eyes, looking at the man with outstanding appearance beside him.

It was not a long-term solution for the two of them to stand on the side of the road like this. Even if He Qingchi didn't want to mention what happened in the club, he still remembered that he hit someone's car. She took a breath of the clear air first and raised her lips and said, "Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry for hitting you last night. When will it be convenient? I'll choose a place to entertain you?"

At that time, drag Qin Chuan out, whoever sends the text message will go on a date with Wen Shuchen.

Wen Shuchen was slender and much taller than her. He lowered his head and said, "Miss He, you are polite, I will have time tonight."

He Qingchi raised his head and looked at him for a moment, deliberately avoiding it. He always felt that Wen Shuchen's deep eyes would make him nervous. He cleared his throat and said, "My stomach is so delicate that I have always been unable to eat food outside. Now I can't find a suitable restaurant. Why don't I change my time?"

Even if she made an excuse, she said it very sincerely: "I didn't think it carefully..."

Wen Shuchen did not expose her, and his deep eyes were full of gentle smiles. He followed the sentence: "Miss He, don't blame himself. I happened to know that there is a private kitchen nearby, which tastes good. Do you have any food to avoid?"

"I promised that I'll treat you, it's not good." He Qingchi felt difficult to breathe, but he still wanted to save himself.

Wen Shuchen took out his cell phone from his pants and looked at it. A man like his meticulous choice but he chose to ignore her polite refusal, and his tone was very indifferent: "Ms. He, it only takes five minutes for us to go there, so why not talk while walking?"

All have passed, is it still necessary to talk?

He Qingchi looked at him with all his eyes. This sentence was hidden deep in his throat. Finally, he deeply realized that even if he was in a 100-year-old man, he would not be able to deal with him even if he was in a 100-year-old.

After a second of quietness.

He Qingchi took out his sign and smiled: "Then I will take advantage of Mr. Wen this time."

——

Wen Shuchen took her to turn from the left side of the street, through the bustling crowd, and into a quiet alley. As he said, five minutes later, he found the restaurant in the private kitchen.

The one who came out to greet was not the restaurant owner, but a young male secretary.

He Qingchi looked surprised. After walking in, he saw several elite suits sitting around the sofa on the first floor. He didn't look like guests coming here for dinner, but seemed to be a team following Wen Shuchen.

Everyone refused to look at each other, but He Qingchi was still very uncomfortable.

Wen Shuchen seemed to have noticed her little woman's thoughts, and took her straight up to the second floor with a gentle attitude.

The two of them hadn't officially met yet, and they always had something to do when they got along. However, Wen Shuchen was very sensible and considerate to pull the seat for her. He spoke with skills, but did not let her down: "The chefs here can cook any kind of dishes, what do you want to eat?"

He Qingchi said before that he was slutty and was lying to him.

But the appetite has never been very good, so I am not picky: "Just eat the signature dishes of this restaurant."

Wen Shuchen got up and ordered her downstairs. After three minutes, he returned the same way and asked her again: "What kind of tea do you want to drink?"

He did not drink the girl and added: "Or fresh juice?"

He Qingchi felt a little embarrassed when he saw that he was entertaining Zhou Quan.

After waiting for the dishes to be served, Wen Shuchen took his seat.

She looked at him with her black and white eyes open and asked, "About the repair costs of your car..."

Wen Shuchen's calm eyes were also looking back at her and smiled: "No hurry to do this."

How can you not be in a hurry to repay debts and pay money?

He Qingchi originally intended to not owe Wen Shuchen anything. Even if she emptied her savings, she would still have this amount of repair compensation.

Wen Shuchen intended to let her owe her, and the knock on the door outside interrupted the conversation between the two.

It was the young male secretary just now.

When He Qingchi saw him handing Wen Shuchen a recipe and thought he wanted to add dishes, he looked away without caring.

Here, after the Song Dynasty handed over the recipe, he whispered: "Mr. Wen, look."

Wen Shuchen looked at his strange expression sideways, opened the recipe, and his long fingers froze for a moment.

He raised his head and saw Song Chao showing his neat white teeth, smiling, and silently hinting, he left the second floor with satisfaction.

"Your secretary laughed so happily." He Qingchi's voice sounded. This private dish was very fond of her, so she felt like talking to Wen Shuchen for a few words.

Wen Shuchen looked calm and calm. In front of the woman, he quietly closed the recipe with a hotel room card.

He stood up and put it on the windowsill casually.

"Are you laughing? He will lose his monthly salary tonight, how could he laugh?"

"It's obviously a smile." He Qingchi didn't have presbyopia again.

Wen Shuchen remained silent. After a moment, he ordered a pot of tea downstairs to come up.

This time the Song Dynasty came in again.

He Qingchi put down his chopsticks, held his cheek with his palm on his palm, and looked at the bright smile on the young male secretary's face, and secretly envied him. This mentality is so good. He lost his salary, and he can still laugh like this.

Song Dynasty handed a cup of tea to Wen Shuchen with both hands, and still hinted at something, but was interrupted by the official: "Go out."

“…”

The door opened and closed again.

He Qingchi looked at the brightly smiling secretary and was sent away like this. He felt a little regretful. It would be better to be alone than to be embarrassed by the embarrassment of being alone.

After all, she couldn't find anything to talk to Wen Shuchen. After eating and drinking, her eyes began to sway.

Then, I noticed that Wen Shuchen picked up the teacup and paused.

"Is the tea hot?"

He Qingchi cares about one thing.

Wen Shuchen still maintained his movements of picking up the teacup, his eyes were unclear, and he swept across the tray with a thin small square pressing. At this moment, he pursed his lips and dropped the teacup in his hand, but saw the woman sitting opposite the table staring at him with dark eyes open.

He Qingchi didn't see anything clearly at this angle of sight.

She was attracted by the bracelet exposed on the cuff of Wen Shuchen's shirt. The red rope was wearing a Buddhist bead. The bead was not big and had a crystal clear texture.

Wen Shuchen noticed her curiosity and handed the bracelet to He Qingchi: "Like this?"

Although his expression was very plain and his voice was low and mellow, it seemed to be inducing. He Qingchi didn't think much about it, so he stretched out his fair hand to take it. The bead seemed to carry the man's body temperature and touched her fingertips.

He Qingchi lowered his head and played with it. The soft light covered her black satin-like hair, and her slightly exposed side profile looked clean and beautiful.

She looked very young, like a child, and was easily distracted.

Wen Shuchen's eyes stayed for two seconds, calmed down, stood up and said, "I'll lose my companion first."

He Qingchi was not curious about what he was going downstairs to do. He watched the man pick up the cup of tea he had never drunk before and left. In an instant, his slender and quiet figure disappeared at the door.

Her fingertips slid across the Buddhist bead, and unconsciously the woman's faint body temperature had already been stained with.

—

Wen Shuchen had just left, and He Qingchi put away his expression and immediately took out his cell phone to send Qin Chuan a WeChat message for help: "Dad Qin! Where are you?"

Dad, Qin Gou--

Qin Chuan Jianxi: "What's the matter with me?"

He Qingchi briefly told him about meeting Wen Shuchen at the club tonight, and omitted the misunderstanding of admitting the wrong investor, saying the key point: "I just told him the cussive and savage again, but who knew he took it seriously. Now I have almost finished my meal, and the atmosphere is particularly awkward. Dad Qin, what if you don't come to pick me up, what if he makes a mistake with me?"

Qin Chuan: "Damn it! Don't think it's too beautiful!"

He Qingchi: "..."

After a few dozen seconds, Qin Chuan sent a long language: "Miss, you are thinking about something tonight, wake up! Wen Shuchen knows the investors of your movie, right? You want to get the investors quickly, and now there is a ready-made one for you to get close to you. You are also confused about whether you want to sleep with the celebrity tonight."

"Ha, if I-"

He regarded innocence as nothing and was willing to go out: "I will be a little palace maid to bed tonight!"

The integrity was pressed to the floor and rubbed, without any strength to fight back.
Chapter completed!