si-mexico Chapter 961 Let him pay for our dinner
Chapter 961 Let him pay for our dinner
At the Hualong Electric Appliances exhibition hall, Qiao Xuying talked about the embarrassing things that happened in the early days of her business: a circuit failure on a rainy night, and the two of them had to repair the cash register in the dark.
Even Du Qianqian was hearing these stories for the first time, not to mention Li Jiaxin and Lin Xindie who were wide-eyed.
When the topic turned to the past events in Hong Kong, Li Jiaxin generously shared the interesting story of having her sandwich snatched away by seagulls on a yacht.
Under the darkening sky, five figures dragged their long shadows. On the streets where neon lights were just coming on, they created a warm scene!
The rumor that the rich kids were fooled at the charity dinner made everyone feel relieved and shocked.
Lin Xindie listened quietly to these anecdotes about Zhou Qi, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the coffee cup.
When the topic suddenly turned to her, she felt as if her throat was blocked by cotton - was she going to confess that she was once a spy planted by the Bai family next to Zhou Qi?
The identity of a monitor that was assigned to me when I first met him in Qingnan Pavilion now felt like a burning charcoal stuck in my throat.
She lowered her gaze into the brown liquid and let silence spread among everyone.
Listen to Du Qianqian mention the interesting story of family marriage, Li Jiaxin share her experience when studying abroad, Qiao Xueying discuss the details of business cooperation;
She suddenly realized that her world consisted of only the damp basement, the smell of cheap perfume that could never be washed away, and the broken times spent in nightclubs.
"I heard there's a new fresh fruit tea shop on the corner?"
Zhou Qi's voice was like a pair of scissors that cut through the stagnant air.
He casually unbuttoned the second button of his shirt, turned to Lin Xindie and said gently: "Bring some drinks to cool everyone down. The flavors you choose are always good."
Looking at the thin figure gradually blending into the sunlight, Zhou Qi took out a silver-plated lighter from his suit pocket. Amid the crisp sound of metal opening and closing, he spoke frankly to the three celebrities:
"She has experienced darkness that you cannot even imagine. Those scars still bleed in the middle of the night, so..."
The moment the flames jumped up, Du Qianqian suddenly covered her mouth. She finally remembered the old scars on Lin Xindie's wrists that were covered by the diamond bracelet when they first met.
Qiao Xuying turned the jade bracelet thoughtfully, recalling the moment she ran into Lin Xindie staring at the fitting mirror in the mall last week.
At that time, the girl was using her fingertips to repeatedly trace the butterfly tattoo on her collarbone, as if confirming some kind of mark of existence.
At this moment, Li Jiaxin was browsing her phone album, and suddenly her focus was on a snapshot of a charity dinner:
Lin Xindie, who was in the crowd, was holding a champagne glass, but her eyes passed through the dazzling crystal chandelier and looked at the dark night sky outside the banquet hall.
Zhou Qi’s story echoes in my ears. What kind of heart-wrenching past is hidden behind it?
A fine sour feeling appeared in the chest...
When Lin Xindie came back carrying the colorful bags of drinks, she found that everyone was looking at her intently.
She squeezed her purse nervously, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "I bought all the signature drinks recommended by the store... I wonder if they suit everyone's taste?"
No one reached out to take it.
"You pick the one you like first." Du Qianqian broke the silence.
"Yes, Xiaodie chooses first." Qiao Xuying continued with a smile.
Li Jiaxin tapped the bag with her fingertips: "Just give me the last bit."
Lin Xindie twisted the corner of her clothes with her fingers: "I can do anything..."
"You're welcome."
"Xiaodie chooses first."
Amid the constant pushing and shoving, Zhou Qi suddenly leaned over and took all the drinks.
Her slender fingers rummaged through the plastic bag, accurately pulling out a cup of watermelon juice and stuffing it into Lin Xindie's palm: "Nourish your skin."
Then he handed out different drinks one by one: "Blueberry collagen drink, Li Jiaxin."
"Red dates and wolfberry tea, Sister Qingying."
When it was Du Qianqian's turn, the other party suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Give me papaya juice? Mr. Zhou thinks I need breast enhancement?"
Zhou Qi's hands trembled, and he quickly gave her the mango juice: "It can cool down the heat and reduce internal heat."
"What kind of excuse is that?" Du Qianqian folded her arms and sneered.
"Specially used to treat your violent temper." Zhou Qi rubbed his temple and sighed.
Lin Xindie timidly handed over her cup: "Mr. Zhou, do you want to change..."
"No change!"
Du Qianqian suddenly took Lin Xindie's arm and said, "Let's go, let him pay for our dinner!"
He turned around and shook the papaya juice at Zhou Qi: "This is for you to replenish your body."
Qiao Xueying and Li Jiaxin suppressed their laughter and said in unison: "It's time to make up for it!"
The two men's movements seemed to have been rehearsed in advance, and they placed their palms on Zhou Qi's chest at the same time.
When her slender jade fingers gently pressed through the shirt fabric, Qiao Xuying used 10% of her strength to test it, while Li Jiaxin increased her strength with a little bit of anger.
This sudden tacit understanding made the two beauties stunned in place, and they couldn't help but smile at each other.
Qiao Xuying was the first to break the delicate atmosphere and extended her palm upwards.
Li Jiaxin's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she finally put her hands on it.
The girl in the red dress stuck out her tongue cunningly at Zhou Qi, and the two of them walked away quickly hand in hand, leaving Zhou Qi with a helpless smile.
He casually poked the straw into the drink cup, and the crisp sound of plastic breaking rang out in the air.
When everyone was pushing shopping carts through the fresh food area, Du Qianqian noticed an interesting phenomenon - on the shopping list, traditional hot pot meat was deliberately simplified and replaced by seasonal fresh vegetables and top-quality seafood.
Three king crabs waved their steel claws on the crushed ice, and the blue shells of five Australian lobsters shone with a metallic luster.
Belon oysters and black gold abalone glow with mother-of-pearl halos under the light, while geoducks are lined up in neat rows like soldiers waiting for inspection.
As they moved to the winery, Lin Xindie silently counted the dull thuds of wooden boxes falling to the ground.
When the fifteenth box of Château Margaux's collection of red wine was sealed, the number on the electronic screen froze at 242 million yuan.
When the delivery convoy set off with the liquid gold, Du Qianqian turned the steering wheel and drove everyone towards the single-family villa hidden deep in Wutong Road.
“This audio-visual room has been treated with full-band acoustics.”
When Du Qianqian pushed open the walnut door and introduced herself, Lin Xindie quietly retreated to the kitchen.
As the water flowed, she peeled off the emerald leaves of romaine lettuce one by one, until she heard Du Qianqian's reminder from behind: "Xiaodie, change into lighter clothes, so that we can clean up together later."
"I'll just come."
There were still water droplets on the girl's fingertips, and when she looked up, she met Zhou Qi's gaze.
He leaned against the island and murmured, "Go prepare your home clothes. We'll stay here tonight."
After a pause, he added: "Xiao Die, please stay. Regarding the processing of ingredients... there are a few things I want to discuss."
Zhou Qi sank into the sofa, and the leather cushion made a slight friction sound.
Li Jiaxin and her companion exchanged a knowing look, and the sound of footsteps gradually drifted away along the spiral staircase.
Lin Xindie shook her water-stained hands at the kitchen door, and the corners of her apron swayed slightly with the movement.
"Sit here." Zhou Qi patted the empty seat next to him and watched the girl move stiffly like a puppet on strings.
When Lin Xindie finally sat down next to him, there was still enough space between their knees to fit a pillow.
"Have I made the sisters dislike me?" She lowered her head and stared at her clenched fingers.