Where the warm sun does not fall

Chapter 15

When it was less than seven o'clock in the morning, the plane rarely arrived at the airport on time.

City A happened to encounter cold air, the weather changed, and the wind was blowing.The weather was heavy, as if it was going to rain.

She was wearing a long windbreaker, and before leaving the customs, she put on the mask that Miya handed over to cover her mouth and nose. Even though the cover was quite tight, she still stood out in the crowd.

After Miya came out, she answered a call, probably mentioned her, and turned her head to look at her.

After she hung up the phone, Nuan Yang asked her, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Tang is waiting for you outside the airport." After finishing speaking, she glanced at Nuan Yang cautiously, for fear that she would overreact.

Qin Nuanyang's reaction was unexpectedly calm, she said "um", "then let's go."

Someone was already waiting at the exit, and as soon as they walked over, the man in black who had been guarding the door led her to a car parked not far away.

Nuan Yang recognized at a glance that it was the wrong car in S City when she first met Tang Zechen.

The man in black opened the car door for her and made a gesture of invitation. She lowered her head slightly to look in, and saw Tang Zechen leaning against the window on the back seat of the car, with a document on her folded laps.

She just wanted to say hello to him, when she sat in, she saw that he was wearing a bluetooth headset by his ear, he was probably talking on the phone, his index finger was slightly bent, resting on the bluetooth headset, his eyes looking out of the window looked extraordinarily deep.

She raised her hand and took off the mask on her face, just about to put it in the bag she carried

"Wait a moment." He suddenly said, interrupting the voice on the other end of the phone.

Qin Nuanyang thought he was talking to her, so she turned her head to look over.

Tang Zechen was looking at her with a gentle voice, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

She froze for a moment, subconsciously shook her head.

He seemed to be thinking about it for a while, and tapped lightly on the driver's seat with his slender fingers, "Go to the old alley in the city and have breakfast first."

Qin Nuanyang pursed her lips, paused for a moment when her gaze fell on his document, and then moved away quickly.

After instructing the driver, he turned his attention back to the document in front of him again, and after reading it for a while, he said in a calm tone: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can open the window to get some air."

After that, he coughed lightly, and said to the Bluetooth end: "Continue."

Only then did Qin Nuanyang realize that what he said just now...was for her.

For some reason, there was a gentle warmth. She turned her head and glanced at him. Seeing that he had been looking down at the document, which was as motionless as a mountain, she quickly said, "Thank you."

Hearing this, the eyelids of Mr. Tang, who had been as still as a mountain, twitched...

It was already past seven o'clock when we arrived in the urban area, and we could see people getting up early to go to work and school along the way.I don't know if Nuan Yang's character is not very good today. There are more than a dozen warning lights on the road, all of which are red lights.

The only sound in the car was the sound of Tang Zechen flipping through documents, and his occasional voice. Chinese and English were alternated, very standard American English, and the words were correct, like the voice of a male late-night radio anchor.

She sat aside and flipped through the phone to read the news. When he spoke, the movements of her hands would stop involuntarily, and then she would listen to him attentively.

By the time she realized her little action, his conference call had ended. She turned her head and looked over. He packed up the files and put them in the folder, and asked her naturally, "What do you want to eat?"

"random."

Tang Zechen raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned back on the chair back very relaxedly, and looked at her lazily, "Miss Qin is embarrassing me."

Not knowing why the topic got brought up here, she gave a puzzled "hmm", "How do you say it?"

"It's easier to serve with requests than without requests." While speaking, he raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows.

Qin Nuanyang looked at his fingers, his eyes were closed, and he looked softer than usual.

"No." She defended softly, "I really don't care about anything."

He opened his eyes to look at her, there was a thin layer of mist under his eyes, but this mist was only for a moment, and soon disappeared from his eyes.He smiled casually and repeated her words, "It really doesn't matter anything?"

Qin Nuanyang didn't know what he was asking about eating, or something else, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

The carriage suddenly fell into silence again. She turned her head and looked out the window. The car had already entered the busiest part of the city. She blinked, still a little uneasy, "Will it be inconvenient here?"

Tang Zechen didn't speak, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The car turned into an alley, and immediately separated from the rushing crowd. The alley was full of old wooden doors, and there were still pedestrians in twos and threes on the road.

She has been in City A for so long, but she didn't know that there was such a place in City A. It was almost a few alleys that separated the crowd.

After a few more intersections, the car finally stopped, and the driver and the man in the co-driver got down to open the door for them.

Qin Nuanyang got out of the car only to find that the second car that Miya was riding in had not followed her at some point, she couldn't help being slightly surprised, "My manager..."

"She went to the studio first." He replied.

Qin Nuanyang: "..." The atmosphere that had always been normal suddenly became subtle.

Tang Zechen should be a frequent visitor here, so he took her into a private house with familiarity. The wooden door looked a bit old, and there were two door gods on it. She took a look, and followed him across the threshold and walked in.

Inside is a very simple and simple courtyard. There is a big tree in the courtyard. There are stone tables and chairs under the tree. Two old people are sitting there making tea and chatting.

Hearing the movement and looking over, there was no surprise on his face, he just greeted them and led them into the house in the yard.

Only then did Qin Nuanyang hear human voices, not just in one place, it was very lively.

They are a single room, and the decoration inside is not as simple as it looks on the outside, and there is a casualness of a family everywhere.

She couldn't help but feel a little fresh, and asked him after she sat down, "What is this place?"

The old lady who welcomed them in glanced at her and smiled, "If you have to say a name, this place is called Fu Yunlai."

Qin Nuanyang nodded and smiled at her, "Good name."

"Give her a bowl of small wontons, and a glass of soy milk." He said lightly, interrupting them just right. "I'm just the same."

"Okay, Mr. Tang, please wait a moment."

As soon as the people left, he rolled up his sleeves and explained: "The small wontons and soybean milk here are signatures."

Qin Nuanyang gave an "um", but didn't know what to say, so he simply pretended to look here and looked away.

The food was served quickly, and within a short while, the old lady brought in her small wontons and soy milk.

Qin Nuanyang paid attention to the porcelain bowl, the blue glaze of various colors, very clean patterns, it looks like top grade.She was a little sensitive to antiques, and she could tell it was celadon almost at a glance, and she couldn't help being dumbfounded.

"This is……"

Tang Zechen has been paying attention to her all the time, seeing her vivid expression secretly amused, "The porcelain bowl is quite old, probably from the Qing Dynasty, do you like it?"

Qin Nuanyang shook her head, only feeling fresh, "It's just that I've never tried to have a breakfast...Using celadon from the Qing Dynasty."

While talking, his "old look" came up.

It's a stack of very light porridge with crystal clear rice grains and a side dish. It's really... well, very light.

"I have a bad stomach." He glanced at her and said slowly, "My mother and the old lady are old acquaintances, so they asked me to come here on time except for business trips."

"Three meals?" She couldn't help but continued to ask what he said.

"Well, three meals." He seemed to smile lightly, but when Qin Nuanyang looked at him, his face was calm again, no different from before.

"Sometimes there is medicinal porridge in the morning, or medicinal soup at noon, but the taste is a bit strong..." He finished ordering and didn't continue.

Qin Nuanyang's ears turned slightly red, was he telling her that he didn't order it because she might not be used to it because of the obvious smell of traditional Chinese medicine?

……

In fact, she has noticed since just now that Tang Zechen seems to be extraordinarily gentle today, and once his usually strong aura subsides, he can barely be regarded as approachable.

Qin Nuanyang ate this breakfast very satisfyingly. She usually doesn't like to eat full in the morning, but today she made an exception and was a little full.

After breakfast, the two of them went back to the company together.

Nuan Yang has to cooperate with Zecheng Group to attend the press conference in a few days. She has to shoot print advertisements and TVCs in the past few days, and she has public relations to polish the news.

There are a lot of preparations to be done, so her time is a little tight.

When approaching the entrance of the company, Qin Nuanyang saw from a distance that his nanny's car had parked not far away, and Miya was standing by the door while she was calling someone.

Qin Nuanyang has been silently chanting "Speak more, make more mistakes, less talk, less mistakes, don't say it's good" and "Don't look at Tang Zechen, don't talk to Tang Zechen, just treat yourself as a wooden person", so she has been silent since getting in the car until now .

Seeing that Miya was by his side, he felt at ease, and thanked him generously, "Thank you, Mr. Tang, for your hospitality."

I don't know if it was because her "finally liberated" expression was too obvious, Tang Zechen pondered for a moment, and said, "Since you want to thank me, why don't you take some practical actions?"

Qin Nuanyang was taken aback, "Huh?"

"It just so happens that I'm free tonight, so I'll give you a chance to invite me to dinner."

"..." Qin Nuanyang's face suddenly darkened.

Could she refuse such an honor?

(End of this chapter)