Chapter 1380： meet

Many times, Qian Mian watched him practice the piano and write songs in the piano room alone. When he saw her, he waved a little and said hello and smiled. He would no longer be as interested in making jokes with her as before, or even being cute.

Qian Miao sighed about the two of them, but couldn't do anything.

And she herself has a person who always wants to see, but doesn't know how to see it.

Cang Ting.

In the past few days, Cang Ting had to send her a message to greet her step by step, but did not mention the meeting.

Every day I hush cold and ask warmth, but occasionally she will reply a sentence or two.

Cang Ting's appearance was too abrupt to her, and she couldn't adapt to it at once.

After spending so many days on the Internet, she felt that it was time to meet each other.

The time is about tomorrow.

When Cang Ting saw the message, he only sent one sentence.

The time and place are fixed, I will go over.

Qian Miao arranged for Wutongji and arrived on time.

When he reached the door, he saw two assistants standing on both sides of the door. It seemed that Cang Ting had arrived early.

The two people at the door saw her coming, bowed together, and then pushed the door.

A burst of tea fragrance came, accompanied by the sound of pouring water with a beeping sound. She walked slowly, bypassing the screen.

On the elegant seat in the room, the man is intimate and elegant, with a light temperament like a chrysanthemum, but between his eyebrows, he can see a somewhat deliberately restrained kingly domineering.

Seeing her, Cang Ting paused in his eyes, then smiled, "Sit down."

Qianmiao's eyes didn't move away from his eyes, and focused on the small mole at the end of his eye.

It was a small raised dot, the size of a dot being touched by a ballpoint pen.

She had it when she was a child, but her hands were itchy, and when she slept in a daze one day, she picked it off.

Cang Ting's eyes slowly flowed over her, and when she saw her simple dress, he asked, "Come on a motorcycle?"

"Yeah." She replied.

"Although the locomotive is convenient and cool, it is still more dangerous. It is better for girls to play less. By the way, my brother also likes to play this and is very obsessed."

Qian Mian continued along the topic: "I met him because of the car."

Cang Ting's eyes showed a gratifying smile: "This is fate, in the dark, we have come together by ourselves."

Qianmiao's fingers were slightly twisted together, but his face was as calm as water: "Let's order, it's noon."

Cang Ting was taken aback, and smiled easily: "Get hungry, come on, click."

He took the initiative to put the menu in front of Qianmiao, with a smile that was similar but not the same as Fengxuan.

"It's better for President Cang to come, I'll be the host today." She said.

Cang Ting's eyes flashed with sadness, and then he continued to smile: "Okay."

He followed her instructions and ordered a few dishes.

Qianmiao glanced at the dishes, and unexpectedly discovered that they were all her favorites.

This meeting was not as embarrassing as she expected, but rather comfortable.

Cang Ting would not ask her about the past at will, nor would he mention anything about her life experience. The topics she talked about were very comfortable.

Most of them are around Cang Zeyue.

After talking, she realized that Cang Zeyue's obsession with traffic jams actually inherited his genes. When he was young, he was obsessed with refitting various cars in China, and he won prizes with them in the competition.

She also knew what Cang Ting's life was like in the past few decades, monotonous but great, running a huge family business for decades, tirelessly, and for this reason gave up many personal hobbies.

She also knew that in addition to their father and son, the Cang family now had several cousins ​​who lived together. They formed a big family and lived in a house larger than the Feng family, which was very lively.