Amnesia at the beginning: After whitewashing, she exploded into the entertainment industry

Chapter 49 The Eyes Are All About You
Ning Qing and Zhao Qingyue went up the stairs, and Zhao Qingyue at the back led them up familiarly: "The hot pot and meals here are all excellent, quite exciting."

"You came before?"

"I've been here a few times."

The two chatted and walked up, and soon reached the fourth floor.

Ning Qing's eyes fell on the door of the room, but there was no sound inside.

They were already 10 minutes early, and it was so quiet inside, no one should have come.

Ning Qing pushed open the door directly, walked in with steps that her relatives did not recognize.But before taking two steps, she stopped.Zhao Qingyue who was behind stopped suspiciously, hugged her and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingyue looked at Ning Qing's direction and was also stunned.

At this time, there was a person sitting in the box, on the side chair.Long legs crossed, a black tailored suit and tie of the same color.The face is exquisite, the side curve is perfect, and even the hair is exquisite and handsome.

When they opened the door and came in, the person who was looking at the phone with his head down turned sideways. When he saw Ning Qing's figure, his eyes quickly filled with surprise, and then he understood again.

When Chen Jian asked him to eat, either there was something important to discuss, or—

With a trembling of his fingers, he silently put the phone back into his pocket, stood up, and walked towards the opposite chair.

Zhou Yichen pulled the chair and pointed forward, "Since you are here, please sit down."

"That's him?" Zhao Qingyue looked at the door, "Is he the serious person you mentioned? Did you go to the wrong room?"

Ning Qing glanced at the door this time: "403, nothing wrong."

"So, you brought me to meet the family? Are you together?"

Ning Qing gave her a strange look.

Zhou Yichen's hand holding the chair tightened suddenly.

Ning Qing was not hypocritical, and sat down on the chair Zhou Yichen had pulled out, "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

Zhou Yichen stared at her back, a little hesitant, and then pulled aside the chair in another position, and glanced at Zhao Qingyue: "You too."

Zhao Qingyue: "Oh, ah!"

She walked over anxiously and sat down, watching Zhou Yichen return to his original position, her gaze was always in Ning Qing's direction.

The food was served outside very quickly, but none of the three inside broke the calm.

quack quack-

There seemed to be another flock of crows flying overhead.

But only Zhao Qingyue was embarrassed.

She looked left and right, Ning Qing's gaze was always attracted by the things on the table, and the man's gaze was always attracted by Ning Qing, there was only her and the light bulb that were redundant.

No, only she is redundant.

The bulb needs to illuminate others, she just sucks in air.

The dishes were the same, so Zhou Yichen sorted out the bowls and chopsticks, and first served Ning Qing a bowl of rice.

"Eat first."

Ning Qing didn't understand shyness at all, she stretched out her hand to catch the bowl, and her fingertips inevitably met Zhou Yichen's.

Zhou Yichen knew her appetite, so she made a lot of the first bowl.

On Zhao Qingyue's side, she consciously planned to do it herself, but Zhou Yichen stretched out her hand.

Her little plan was in vain, she gave Ning Qing a very humble look, then took out the bowl, and thanked her like a fool: "Thank you, thank you, I said I would come by myself."

Zhou Yichen served it to her, and only touched a small part when passing the bowl to her. Zhao Qingyue avoided suspicion and took it carefully, not daring to touch the other party at all.

"Thank you."

"Eat more." Zhou Yichen said politely, then picked up his own bowl, and casually filled some rice.

The next scene is that Ning Qing is eating seriously alone, while the other two are absent-mindedly thinking about small things

Zhao Qingyue looked at the delicacies brought up in front of her, she didn't care about the delicacies, she poked her head around like a little hamster, and didn't eat any food.The table was rotating, Zhou Yichen took the shrimp, put on his gloves neatly, and started peeling the shrimp.

His technique is extremely skillful, even if the back of the hand is injured, it will not affect the operation, and he can peel one in a few strokes.Almost before he regained his composure, a plate of clean and complete shrimp was placed on the revolving table, pushed in front of Ning Qing, and stopped.

He didn't stop, he continued to take a big crab, seemingly slowly, but he solved it quickly, put it on the plate, and turned to Ning Qing again.

As if she didn't notice, Ning Qing scooped it out with the spoon inside and put it in the bowl, and ate it with big mouthfuls, her cheeks puffed up as she chewed, looking cute and innocent.

Zhou Yichen watched, with tenderness in his eyes unconsciously.That kind of affection radiates from the inside out, even the face is inadvertently stained with pampering.

Such a thoughtful approach made Zhao Qingyue's eyes widen, and she gently rubbed Ning Qing with her foot.

Ning Qing looked at her suspiciously, her voice was still indistinct: "Why?"

Zhao Qingyue lowered her head and stroked her forehead.

My baby, can you keep a low profile?

I am secretly calling you.

Ning Qing saw that Zhao Qingyue didn't respond, and continued to eat.

Zhao Qingyue shrank her head for a while, and when she probed her head, she found that the man's attention was not on her, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it is her one-man show.

Ning Qing finished a bowl of rice and was planning to serve it by herself.But since just now, the rice has been on the table next to Zhou Yichen, and there is no way to turn it around.

At this moment, Zhou Yichen put down the rice bowl in his hand and reached out, the meaning is self-evident.

Ning Qing was startled, and handed out the bowl.Zhou Yichen's hand stretched out, brushing against her fingertips inevitably, warm, with a unique temperature, making her hand shake.

The arc is small and imperceptible.

Zhou Yichen poured a bowl full and handed it over. When Ning Qing took the bowl, his fingertips inevitably touched it.

After making four bowls back and forth like this, Ning Qing had almost finished eating and was about to put down the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhao Qingyue, who was quite nervous throughout the whole process, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and slowly stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After speaking, the person quickly flashed out.

The door closed, Ning Qing put down the bowl and chopsticks.Zhou Yichen took out pastries from the shelf next to him to replace dishes and turned around, saying in a warm voice, "Eat some of this."

Ning Qing looked at the pastries that turned around. They were cute in shape and fresh in color. They looked very appetizing, so she simply grabbed two, put a whole in the first bite, and chewed slowly.

The pastries in the mouth are delicate and sweet, but they are not too greasy. They are also mixed with the cool and refreshing matcha flavor. They are light and appetizing, and I ate more than ten at once.

At this moment, she was dizzy, and felt that she hadn't run in vain this time.

Zhou Yichen wanted to pour some water for her, and glanced left and right, only a bottle of red wine was prepared.

He asked, "Can I have a drink?"

The phone in Ning Qing's pocket happened to vibrate here, and was covered by his voice.

Ning Qing glanced at the red and black thing, and said curiously, "You can have some."

Zhou Yichen laughed, took the wine bottle and knocked on the table, and the bottle opened.He took the cup, poured a small half of it, lifted it up and handed it to Ning Qing.

Ning Qing stared at his hands, the joints were slender, the nails were clean and round, every inch was shining.

It was a kind of delicacy and aura that came out from the bottom of his bones. As long as he saw him, those tough defenses or resistance would seem ridiculous and worthless.

Ning Qing reached out her hand, but now because the cup was too small, his hand almost covered the entire surface of the goblet, so she could only cling to his top to catch it.

Two hands, one big and one small, are equally fair, but the man's is more rigid, and the meridians are more distinct.

Zhou Yichen's breathing stopped.

Her hands are slender, but the palms are not weak.Between those fingers, there are faintly exposed calluses, which are not particularly prickly, but they feel very good in the hand.

Her palm is very cold, like her, far away, unable to see, touch, or hold.

His body trembled unconsciously, and he pulled out his convulsed hand lightly, trying to cover up his emotional ups and downs. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Drinking alcohol should be moderate."

Ning Qing nodded, put the wine glass to his mouth, and took a sip.

Sweet, not astringent, long aftertaste.

She directly raised her neck, drank it in one gulp, and put the cup on the table.

The atmosphere was silent, and the two sat in tacit understanding for a while.

Ning Qing was about to ask Zhao Qingyue why she hadn't come back when a black cloud suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, making her dizzy.

　Cherish this sweetness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)