Chapter 702

She was so tired that she was wearing flat shoes, but Qin Ziqing stepped on high heels that were at least five centimeters high, and she walked like flying, which is really amazing...

Qin Ziqing was holding a powder box and was touching up makeup, without even looking at Martha who was already exhausted: "It's all through practice. I used to only play around in flat shoes."

"What's the point of practicing this?" Martha pressed her sore leg painfully, "How uncomfortable."

Qin Ziqing closed the powder box with a "snap": "Sometimes, it's not like you can stop practicing if you don't want to."

Who doesn't want to live easily in this world?

High-heeled shoes are harmful to the body but not beneficial to the body. In the first few days when I stepped on them, my calves were so hard every night.

But I got used to it as I walked.

Qin Ziqing's eyes were full of disappointment, and Martha sighed quietly: "It's not easy for everyone."

As the old saying goes, if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. If you want to be Bai Fumei, you must adapt to the environment of Bai Fumei circle and abide by the rules there.

Think about it, it's better to be an ordinary person, at least you don't have to cater to any social rules, and make false claims with a group of unfamiliar people all day long.

Qin Ziqing finished his makeup and called the waiter. Qin Ziqing quickly ordered his menu and handed it to Martha: "Hey, do you know what Wen Langyun likes to eat?"

"I don't know." Martha shook her head. "I haven't seen him like anything in particular, and although I have known him for a long time, we are basically at work every time, and we have never had dinner together."

"Why don't you know any information?" Qin Ziqing pouted, a little dissatisfied, and Martha gave her a suspicious look: "I'm just a migrant worker, and I don't know anything personally. I don't bother to ask these things, and maybe I will be regarded as If you are careful, who would dare..."

Well... that's right too.

Qin Ziqing sighed and waved his hands: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you."

The waiter served the food very quickly, and Qin Ziqing ate the delicious food one bite at a time

Martha is just a stupid big sister who thinks about work and food all day long. Asking her boss what she likes is indeed a bit too difficult for her. Maybe now if you ask her what kind of suit Wen Langyun wears most often, she will not answer. Unable to speak.

It seems that I can only ask Aunt Zhu.

Qin Ziqing bit her fork, took out her phone and edited a message: [Auntie, is there anything Wen Langyun likes to eat? 】

Judging by the time, Zhu Wan should still be sleeping now, there are few foreigners, so you don't have to worry about not being able to book a place to eat. Qin Ziqing put down the phone calmly, and before he had eaten two bites, the notification sounded. She frowned slightly and saw that Zhu Wan had typed a long paragraph, which could be regarded as replying in seconds.

Aunt Zhu: [Do you want to take him out to eat or cook for yourself? I remember that he liked to eat small ribs in a restaurant when he was a child, but when he grew up, I didn’t know what he liked to eat. It seemed that everything was the same, and he was not very picky. Once I wanted to test whether he could eat anything, so I made fried squid with durian, but he took a tentative bite and vomited! I was relieved at that time, it turned out that the child did not have a sense of taste hahahaha. 】

Qin Ziqing: "..."

Durian... fried squid?

Just by imagining it, I feel that the taste is unbearable. Wen Langyun is really a wolf, and he can eat it in one bite.

[Auntie please give me the address of that Chinese restaurant. 】 Durian fried squid forget it.

Zhu Wan directly sent a series of numbers: [Nong, this is the phone number of the boss over there, I know him very well, just call and report my name. 】

Finally, there is something to gain.

Qin Ziqing thanked her with a smile, then turned around and asked: [Auntie why is it so late and still up? I remember it's four o'clock in the morning in China now? 】

Zhu Wan didn't reply in seconds, but after a while, she finally said: 【Oh, just woke up at night and saw it by the way. I was sleepy and went to sleep. 】

【Well, auntie, take a good rest, sleep is still very important. 】

Qin Ziqing put down his phone and curled his lips, which seemed to be an excuse.

Before, Zhu Wan seemed to complain that Wen Langyun was very strict with her. She ate on time, went to bed early and woke up early. She couldn't tell who was the elder and who was the junior. Thinking about it, she was staying up late to watch a drama just now.

Already at this age, he really has vitality... Qin Ziqing sighed.

But now she is not qualified to control Zhu Wan, after all, they have nothing to do with each other in essence. After the meal, Qin Ziqing bid farewell to Martha, booked a hotel, sent Wen Langyun a time and address, and went back to make up and change beautifully.

Eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, and blush all fell on the face, blown a fluffy hairstyle, changed into the beautiful red dress I bought just now, and put on a coat. Qin Ziqing was fully armed and came to the restaurant.

The boss is a Chinese, and when he saw her, there was a loving expression on his face: "You are Miss Qin Ziqing, right? Sister Zhu greeted me, and I heard that you are going to have dinner with Lang Yun here?" Some gossip.

Qin Ziqing showed a perfect smile: "Yes, Uncle, I heard that he often came here when he was a child. What was he like when he was a child?"

The elders like to reminisce about the past, especially the funny and ugly stories of the younger generation. They can talk non-stop for three days and three nights. The boss sat down immediately, and by the way, he called the waiter to serve a pot of chrysanthemum tea to soothe the throat.

"When Lang Yun was young, he wasn't as gentle as he is now..."

The boss chatted with Qin Ziqing, saying that Wen Langyun set off fireworks abroad when he was a child, and accidentally burned the roses planted by his neighbors. While washing dishes here, she was almost beaten by Zhu Wan until she couldn't get out of bed for three days.

Qin Ziqing was overjoyed when he heard it. The boss talked for a while, his mouth was dry, and he drank a mouthful of throat-moisturizing tea. He didn't know what he thought of, and sighed.

"But then his father got sick...just..."

The smile on Qin Ziqing's lips faded.

After listening to these interesting stories just now, she forgot that the Wen family was forced to leave Huaguo back then.

It seems that in the first few years here, Mr. Wen took good care of the Wen family, so Wen Langyun was able to have that carefree and wanton time.

The back that shielded him from the wind and rain fell down, and the downpour hit his face. Wen Langyun matured prematurely, and the owner of the restaurant never saw him as lively as before.

However, no matter how old he is, he is still just a young man after all. Mr. Wen dragged his sick body and tried his best to support him, and passed away in a few years. Zhu Wan once fell into collapse. Wenjia no longer exists.