Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

Qing Yaoer came downstairs with a long sigh of relief.

It's getting dark. It's getting late when it's getting dark in summer, but now it's completely dark. Qing Yao'er doesn't know that she has been in the office for so long. She knocks on her sore neck. Qing Yao'er takes two steps. At this time, a dark blue Lamborghini comes.

The window came down, revealing Allen's beautiful face. "Beautiful lady, do you have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

After thinking about it, Qing Yao'er takes a look around and sees that Wan Yi Shao hasn't come, and it's getting dark. It's obvious that Allen has been waiting here for a long time, and it's not easy to let people down. So she gladly accepts Allen's invitation, "of course." Then she opened the door and got on the co pilot.

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In the elegant western restaurant, there are tender Lyric tunes playing. The pianist's slender fingers are flying on the piano keys, playing a wonderful movement, which complements the tunes. On the long table, there are candles, which light up the integrated table.

Exquisite French foie gras, sweet juice, sizzling roast sirloin steak, vegetable and fruit platter, and many exquisite delicacies, Qing Yao'er looks around and finds the whole table full.

"Just the two of us can't eat so much." Although qingyaoer is not poor, waste is not desirable.

Allen obviously took her idea into consideration. "The food here is famous for its small size and small quantity. There are many things to watch, and there is not much to eat. We may not be satisfied with the food on the whole table."

A half true and half false words down, fine Yao son also put down the mustard, cut a piece of steak into his mouth.

For some reason, the steak seems to be a little old.

"Considering that you are pregnant and not suitable for eating raw food, I asked the chef to make it well cooked. Although the taste is good, it is good for the baby in the stomach." Alan took a sip of the wine and said.

Qingyaoer, influenced by his carefulness, doesn't know what to say.

Alan raised his glass and said, "cheers."

Qing Yao'er raises the juice and touches him.

Juice has a sweet and sour taste. Although the most sensitive time of pregnancy and vomiting was in the first two months, Qing Yaoer has a special constitution. Now she feels a little uncomfortable facing a large steak. This juice can relieve her discomfort.

Think of here, fine Yao son has to praise a, the person opposite is simply careful incredible.

Two people from time to time exchange about food, discuss about preferences, the process is not the slightest embarrassment, as if a friend who has known for a long time. Halfway through the steak, an unexpected guest broke the peace of the meal.

"Yao er? Why are you here? " Mencius Teng came over with qinglu'er in his arms. He was surprised in his voice, as if qingyao'er should not be in such an elegant place.

Qing Yao'er's face flashed a trace of displeasure quickly, and the scorn in his eyes sarcastically satirized Meng Ziteng's heart, "where am I and do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yao Er, I don't mean that. I just think it's not good for you to be with a stranger at this late hour." Mencius Teng's mouth said caring words, but he meant that Qing Yaoer was not punctual.

"To me, you are the stranger."