Chapter 6

CEN Qinghe really murmured, but Shang Shaocheng's aura was so strong that she didn't dare to say no for a moment, so she had to get on the bus first.

As soon as she got on the co driver's seat, Shang Shaocheng next to her asked, "where can I have breakfast nearby?"

CEN Qinghe has only been in the night city for three days. She can't tell the difference between the southeast and northwest. But Shang Shaocheng, who is next to him, looks like who owes him money. She doesn't dare to offend him, so she has to struggle to remember.

"Go down the street and there's breakfast on the left." On her first day, she got off the train at six or seven o'clock in the morning. She saw it on the way.

When shangshaocheng heard the words, he didn't say a word, just stepped on the accelerator. McLaren, whose 100 meter acceleration takes only one second, can't give full play to its real strength on the main road of the night city with full speed limit. At most, it is a windbreak.

Can Rao is so, cen Qinghe still feel that today's road is no less than two-thirds shorter than before. In the blink of an eye, the sports car stopped where she said she would have breakfast.

In the open space in front of a residential area, several stalls selling noodles and dough sticks are connected.

CEN Qinghe didn't think there was anything wrong with this place. He just congratulated himself at the bottom of his heart. Fortunately, if he didn't, wouldn't he have cheated Shang Shaocheng?

She didn't see the eyebrows behind the sunglasses of Shang Shaocheng. She frowned gently, and her eyes were not happy.

But he still didn't say anything. He pushed the door open and stepped out with his long legs.

CEN Qinghe tossed up and vomited several times last night. At the moment, her stomach was empty. She was not hungry before. Now she smelled the fragrance of noodles. She moved her fingers and sat down at the nearest stall. Then she asked Shang Shaocheng, who was still standing beside her, with a smile: "what would you like to eat?"

Shang Shaocheng picked up the roll of toilet paper on the table, pulled a large section, lowered his head to wipe the plastic chair, and said faintly: "whatever."

CEN Qinghe said in secret that he was hypocritical. What kind of idol burden did he carry when he came here to eat.

Turning her head, she said to the stall owner, "please give us two bowls of beef noodles."

"OK, do you want pepper?"

CEN Qinghe asked after sitting down and busy cleaning the table in shangshaocheng: "do you want pepper?"

"Well."

CEN Qinghe turned his head and said, "all of them. Please help me put more pepper and vinegar in one bowl."

The boss Shousheng cooked noodles, cen Qinghe glanced at Shang Shaocheng, in the end can't help but ask: "director Shang asked me to come out, is there any business to do?"

Shangshaocheng seriously lowered his head to wipe the table, smell speech, head also did not lift, just lip a one close, voice back: "later you will know."

CEN Qinghe is fed up with his high cold, others are really difficult to get along with, if it is not for the face of work, she is lazy to face him.

She tried not to talk to him for half a minute, but the surrounding atmosphere seemed more embarrassed. Cen Qinghe was a person who couldn't stand the embarrassment. She swore that she didn't want to take the initiative to talk to him, but was helpless.

"Director Shang doesn't usually eat street stalls, does he?"

CEN Qinghe asked, thought he would be lukewarm again casually, the result he was still distracted back sentence: "midnight can eat, breakfast can't get up."

CEN Qinghe see chat momentum is good, then asked: "that today how up?"

Shang Shaocheng said, "I haven't slept all night." A tone of knowing and asking.

CEN Qinghe had a smile on his face. In fact, he roared at the bottom of his heart. Shit, what are you doing? He stayed up all night. How does she know? Can you chat?

In the process of waiting for noodles, cen Qinghe watched the man across the table wipe the skin off the table with a napkin. Rao is so. Finally, he put a few pieces of paper under his elbow, and then he began to play with his mobile phone.

She can't help but make a sound. Why waste so much paper?

Fortunately, two bowls of hot beef noodles were soon served. Cen Qinghe took a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to him. He also took a pair of chopsticks and broke them open to eat.

Shang Shaocheng answers the phone and says, "listen less and listen more." Cen Qinghe doesn't know what's going on. She just looks up and suddenly sees the sunglasses in front of him. She doesn't know when they are pushed to the top of her head.

At this time, he was looking down, picking up a wisp of noodles with his left hand, blowing it and sending it to his mouth.

I don't know what the person at the other end of the mobile phone said. He frowned impatiently and said vaguely, "don't mention it, I'll go back in a moment."

Xu felt someone staring at him. Shang Shaocheng looked up at Cen Qinghe.

This one eye, cen Qinghe with his that pair of pupil very black eye son four eyes opposite, there is a kind of illusion that is electrified instantly.

This man, from yesterday's voice to today's appearance, and then to the whole appearance at this moment, he is like a gift box that keeps opening from big to small. He always surprises her.

Looking at each other for three seconds, until a slight displeasure flashed in Shang Shaocheng's eyes and he took the initiative not to open his eyes, cen Qinghe suddenly realized and quickly lowered his head.

At the bottom of her heart, ten thousand grass mud horses gallop by. She instinctively stirs the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks to ease the embarrassment. I really want to put my face in the bowl and stare at others. It's embarrassing enough to be found, but also disliked by the other party.

After only one bite, shangshaocheng put down his chopsticks and got up to answer the phone in the distance. CEN Qinghe stares at his back, his heart is still beating.

This man, he should wear sunglasses all the time. He can't show his eyes.

As she lowers her head to eat noodles again, cen Qinghe suddenly cares about her dress and make-up. She can't imagine that the marketing director of Shengtian's sales department is so young and handsome. Now she finally understood why he had such arrogant and domineering attitude as yesterday, because he had the capital!

Heart is pondering, suddenly behind a familiar voice came: "finished?"

She was startled and turned her head. Shangshao city was haunted. She had been calling in front of her before. After a while, she came around behind her.

Subconsciously put down the chopsticks, cen Qinghe glanced at the face that hardly moved, regretted in his heart, but said: "finished."