Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 19 Eat with me
After a moment of silence behind her, footsteps could be heard, and they could be heard in a hurry, as if they were chasing her.

"Ye Chen, you run so fast, don't you want to sell the house at the end of the month?" Just as she was thinking about how to get rid of the man behind her, a calm and determined voice came from above her head.

Ye Chen stopped, turned around, looked at the man standing behind him panting, "What do you mean?"

His tone of being in control of everything reminded her of the slander against her in the morning newspaper, and she couldn't restrain her anger, and her tone was also very bad.

"It's nothing interesting." Ling Mo's expression was still very pale, and his voice was also very calm, "I just came today to tell you the truth."

"What fact?" Ye Chen vaguely had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Ling Mo didn't answer directly, but after taking a look at her, he moved his gaze to his wrist, and asked very gentlemanly: "I haven't had dinner yet, why don't we go together?"

Hmph, Ye Chen snorted coldly in his heart, he made insinuations like that just now, halfway through his words, it whetted her appetite, can she stop talking?

The place to eat dinner is a small restaurant located deep in the alley. Ye Chen has lived here for more than 20 years, and never knew that this extremely prosperous international metropolis still has such well-preserved ancient streets and alleys.

Along the way, we walked on the uneven bluestone road. On both sides were old-fashioned houses with white walls and black tiles. Their doors were all wooden doors spliced ​​​​horizontally by pieces of wood, which is very old-fashioned.

As she walked deeper into the alley, Ye Chen became more curious, "How did you find this place?" In her memory, she only saw it in books.

The man seemed to be in a good mood. He didn't treat her questions like gold like before. He answered quickly, as if he had guessed that Ye Chen would ask, "I've been here before."

"You mean...you are also from City A?" Ye Chen looked up at the man in disbelief.

"What's the matter, can't I be from here?" The man's brows stretched, his voice carried a rare smile, and he didn't feel any displeasure because of Ye Chen's words.

"That's not what I meant..." Ye Chen felt embarrassed, "I just never heard you say that you are from here."

As soon as the words came out, she regretted it. He didn't like her so much. The sum of what he said in the three years of marriage was estimated to be less than three days since the divorce. How could she know his life experience.

Suddenly there is a feeling of suicide.

As soon as he got here, Ling Mo seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, and he didn't notice Ye Chen's embarrassment. He sighed softly, "My father is from here, but my mother is not. Back then, my mother gave up a stable job for my father and went to work with him. When I got here, I didn’t expect…”

Ye Chen was pricking up his ears and listening carefully, but he suddenly stopped talking, and couldn't help asking: "What did you expect?"

"It's nothing." The man paused for a few seconds before speaking again, but he was no longer willing to talk about his life experience, "Let's go, we're late, but we won't be able to eat anything."

Looking at his tall and imposing back, Ye Chen felt a little regretful. She almost knew his life just now. Fortunately, she has always been able to adjust her emotions. Thanks to her ostrich-like spirit, she was able to put loveless , the sexless marriage lasted for three years.

Seeing that he didn't want to continue talking, she didn't ask any more questions, and followed his footsteps to the depths of the alley.

"What do you want to eat?" After sitting down, Ling Mo handed Ye Chen the menu.

Ye Chen was suddenly not used to his behavior like this. During the three years of being his wife, he had never enjoyed the treatment of having dinner together like this.

He waved his hand and pushed the menu back, "I'll do whatever I want, you can order."

This kind of getting along is a bit like a real couple, Ye Chen felt a little cautious.

Ling Mo seemed to be very familiar with this place, without looking through the menu, he directly ordered from the waiter beside him.

The waiter quickly left after ordering, Ling Mo poured Ye Chen a cup of tea and handed it over.

Ye Chen thanked him, took the tea, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and was stunned, "Jasmine tea?"

Ling Mo nodded, "Yes." After a pause, he added, "You don't like it?"

"No." Ye Chen hurriedly shook his head, "I just didn't expect to be able to drink jasmine tea here."

Jasmine tea itself is not a rare item, but because people in this city don't seem to like it very much, the sales volume has not been good, and almost no one buys it until now.

Ye Chen is the opposite of them. She happens to like jasmine tea, which represents the graceful and graceful Jiangnan. It is overflowing, sweet as spleen, and has a long aftertaste, which is unforgettable for a long time.

"I have a few bags over there. If you like them, I'll have someone deliver them to you tomorrow."

When Ling Mo opened his mouth, Ye Chen had a mouthful of water in his mouth because of his greed for drinking, and spit it out without any warning.

Half of the water fell on the back of the man's hand on the table, and the other half flowed backwards into her throat. She was choked, and without apologizing to the man, she began to cough violently.

"You're such an old man, you can still choke on tea." When the words with a hint of a smile came to his ears, a clean and white tissue was also handed over from the other side.

Ye Chen took it, and was busy wiping the tears oozing from the corner of his eyes due to coughing. There was an extra hand on his back, and that hand fell to the ground, patting her back with just force.

She had an accident for a few seconds, and the next moment, when she regained her senses, the first thing she did was to hide her body to the side, and her back, which was originally soothing, instantly became tense like a fully drawn bow.

"Excuse me, do you want to wash your hands first?" This was the first sentence she said to the man who sat across from her again after she stopped coughing.

The man took out a piece of tissue, and gently wiped the back of his hand, which was still slightly dripping with water, "No need."

Ye Chen couldn't help but be taken aback by the word faintly. Although the husband and wife have not changed substantially in three years, she still knows to some extent that he has a mild cleanliness obsession.

(End of this chapter)