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"No, I'm busy. I'm packing up for work. See you later."

After hanging up, Shu Shu closed her notebook and put it in her bag. She then saved the computer before turning it off.

Su Man leaned over and said with a smile, "You have an appointment with your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"What does your boyfriend do? "When are you going to bring it out for Sis to see?"

"He drives a car." Ling Qiao must be driving a car, right?

Su Man said with a lack of interest, "Driver, Shu Shu, I'd like to advise you. You have a good job now, and you're young, so there's plenty of opportunities to find good ones. Let alone our customers, even our station has quite a few good ones. You have to be careful."

He smiled comfortably. "Hehe, Sister Su Man, you don't have to worry about that. He treats me very well."

Su Man didn't mind.

After leaving the television station, Deng Zijun's car was parked in front of the television station's entrance, a black Lamborghini. ShuShu deliberately waited until his colleagues had left before getting into the car.

At this moment, Chen Jiaxi came out of his car and saw Shu Shu getting on the Lamborghini. He looked at the license plate, isn't this Ling Qiao's car? Ling Qiao actually sent Deng Zijun to pick her up, since when did their relationship become so good?

In the car, ShuShu sat very quietly, staring at the scenery outside the window as it kept backing up.

Tang and Qing, Tang and Qing, Tang and Qing

Ai, liking a person is really troublesome, don't even think about Tang Zheng, she is just Ling Qiao's past, it is impossible that Ling Qiao did not go, right?

As she was thinking, she covered her ears and shook her head. She whispered, "Don't even think about it."

Deng Zijun, who was standing in front of her, looked into the mirror and saw the young mistress mumbling to herself. He curiously asked, "Young Mistress, what's wrong?"

Elder Shu regained his composure and laughed dryly, "It's nothing. Hur Hur, where are we going?"

Deng Zijun said: "The president specifically reserved a table at the art store."

"Artistry?"

"Yes, it's his favorite French restaurant."

"Oh …" ShuShu suddenly had an idea. She leaned forward and carefully asked, "Assistant Deng, I have something to ask you. Don't tell Ling Qiao that I've asked."

Deng Zijun nodded, "Yes, Young Mistress can ask."

"Why did Ling Qiao and Tang Siqing break up?"

Deng Zijun looked at her doubtfully for a moment, and then quickly turned around to look in front of her. He was frightened, and quickly reminded her: "Young Mistress, how did you know about this?"

"It's all over the internet. The whole world knows about it."

"I don't know why they broke up either. Young Mistress, it's fine if you mention it in front of me, but don't mention it in front of the CEO."

"Oh."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Ling Qiao still hadn't arrived. Under the guidance of the waiter, Shu Shu arrived at the table to wait.

This was a high-class French restaurant on the top of a skyscraper. Looking down from the window, one could see the flowing river. Later, when the sky was completely dark, they could see the entire city's night scenery.

ShuShu texted Ling Qiao, "I'm already here."

Ling Qiao immediately replied, "My wife, be good. I'm already downstairs. I'll be right there."

Let bygones be bygones. She could not change Ling Qiao's past, but she could participate in Ling Qiao's future. Mn, this was something that she needed to be concerned about.

At this point in time, the sky had darkened very quickly. Just a moment ago, he could still see the river water, but now, all he could see was the lights on the river surface.

When Ling Qiao came up, Shu Shu was leaning on the window looking out. When the waiter came up, he shushed the waiter, signalling him not to talk. He then walked softly behind Shu Shu.

Ling Qiao's shadow was reflected on the glass window. Shu Shu pretended not to see it and continued watching the night scene.

The reflection in the glass was so obvious and so clear that he did not believe she could not see him. As for her, she continued to leisurely look out of the window, covering her mouth to hold back her laughter.

Ling Qiao hugged her from behind, which didn't scare her at all. He scratched her waist, "Did you pretend you didn't see me? Am I air to you? "

ShuShu followed his words and said, "The air is good. I have to breathe every second of the time. I can't leave."

Hearing that, Ling Qiao was elated, and used all his strength to pull her body over, "Really? "Really?"

Shu Shu was annoyed by his childish attitude. "Stop fooling around. Everyone is watching."

When Ling Qiao looked back, he saw that the two waiters were standing at the dining table, smiling. He quickly let go of her and took her hand to lead her to the dining table. Then, very politely, he pulled up a chair for her to sit down on.

ShuShu had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. It was as if the heavens had played a joke on him, forcing him to get married and then fall in love. However, regardless of the order, as long as he was with the right person, it didn't matter.

Opposite to her was Ling Qiao, who was young and handsome. He had an imposing air that could charm all living things with a single move. How long would it take for him, who was so outstanding, to say that he liked her?

ShuShu had always been closely following her heart. Her mother's lesson was so naked, but she also seemed to be unable to hold on. The feeling of falling in love was just like honey to her heart. Ling Qiao, who she hated so much in the past, now looked so cute and amiable. She had to admit that she also fell for him, without hesitation.

The waiter handed over the menu. ShuShu took a look and saw that it was all written in the same language. If it was English, she could still read it. At least it was better than 6 levels, but this French …

Just as she was worrying, Ling Qiao ordered in fluent French, and as if he had seen through her, he said to her with a smile after ordering, "I've ordered a lover's set meal."

Shu nodded, closing the menu and handing it back to the waiter.

"I really can't tell that you know French?"

"There are a lot of things you don't know. French is just a small matter. I know many languages."

"Yo, go ahead and listen …"

"English, Japanese, Russian, German, Arabic, and a little Spanish."

ShuShu straightened his spine and said disdainfully, "I also know many languages. Mandarin, Shanghai, Hangzhou, Sichuan, Hunan."

Ling Qiao could not help but let out a "puchi". He laughed out loud and said, "Mmm, you are so awesome. I don't even know Sichuan language or Hunan language."

"Don't laugh. Actually, I know some Japanese too. Ya Lai Die, Ba Ga Lu."

"Hey, it's done!" Ling Qiao was simply speechless.

The lovers' dinner was served quickly: a cold steak with black pepper sauce and mashed potatoes, a special filet steak, a fried salmon with lemon oil, a fried French foie gras with baked apples, and two portions of thick soup and mousse cake. Not only were they bright in color, but they also had a delicate platter that made one drool at the sight of them.

Looking at Shu Shu's shining eyes, Ling Qiao asked, "Which one do you want to eat?"

"Everyone wants to eat it."

Ling Qiao picked up a knife and fork, cutting off a piece of West Cold Steak. "Open your mouth."

After chewing a few times, she said, "Yes, it's really delicious."

"Try the filet steak in front of you."

ShuShu sliced another piece and stuffed it into her mouth, "En, it's delicious too."

"What's different when you eat it?"

"One of them smells of pepper, none of them!"

Ling Qiao glared at her. He only knew that this was delicious beef and nothing else. He said patiently, "The cold steak is made of beef, and the meat is thin and juicy. You cut it with meat along with tendons, that's how it tastes. The filet steak is beef tenderloin, the most tender meat on a cow's spine, almost without fat. If you don't like fat, then eat filet steak."

Wow, he knows a lot. ShuShu unconsciously put the fork to his mouth and listened attentively. His voice also had to be pleasant to hear.

"Also, don't forget to drink red wine with a steak. This is French St. Esteffe's Red Wine. Its strong taste best reflects the delicate taste of the steak. Try it?"

"Oh, okay!" Shu Shu impatiently picked up her wine cup, gently clinked it with Ling Qiao's, and gulped down a large mouthful.

"How's the taste?" For the past three years, he had been up there by himself, facing the bright night, eating steak and red wine. He had eaten and drank alone, and now, with her, he would be happy to share the night scenery with her. This steak, this red wine, he should find someone to accompany him.

Shu Shu pressed her lips together, she said embarrassedly, "Hur hur, it's really spicy."

Ling Qiao shook his head helplessly, feeling very happy in his heart. He liked this kind of little wife, so she didn't understand, but it didn't matter, he could slowly teach her. There were many things she didn't understand, it didn't matter, he could patiently teach her. Because of her, he would not be lonely, nor would he be lonely.

Shu Shu seemed to be addicted to drinking, drinking more and more. Anyway, her husband was here, so she wasn't afraid of getting drunk.

After the steak, she was so dizzy she couldn't stand up. He helped her walk slowly to the window, and she said vaguely, "Husband, there are a lot of stars."

"That's not a star. That's a street lamp." This girl, her alcohol tolerance isn't bad. She can drink more than half a bottle.

Suddenly, she said with a sad voice, "Hubby, you know, when I was young, I was just sitting in front of my house, counting stars while waiting for my mom to come back. My mom often works overtime, so I can't sleep by myself, so I just sit at the door and wait for her to come home."

"Oh?" Ling Qiao was curious. Was Zhang Lin someone who was willing to suffer? She couldn't tell, so he asked, "What about your father?"

"My dad." Shu Shu blinked, slowly, unable to open her eyes. She leaned back against his warm embrace, gradually falling asleep. The corners of her eyes were still moist.

Ling Qiao pinched her nose, and then touched her eyelashes. It was wet, and he was a little surprised. Was she unhappy in some way? Had he not done enough?

Ling Qiao carried the drunk Shu Shu home. After being drunk, she was very quiet. He just fell asleep like this, without making a fuss or going crazy from the alcohol.

There was a bedside lamp in the room, and the orange light made ShuShu's face particularly attractive. He could not help leaning over and kissing her lips, as if he were a dragonfly touching the water to absorb her beauty.

However, he realized that a little was not enough.

The scandal between him and Shen Xiaoxuan was getting more and more outrageous. When he came back just now, he passed by Breeze Square, where a huge monitor was broadcasting Shen Xiaoxuan's news. The title was "Ling Qiao's girlfriend, Shen Xiaoxuan XXXX."