Mr.president, you are too gentle

He just looked down at Cheng shaozhao's head with dark hair. Fu Xiaoxiao unconsciously leaned back and kept away from Cheng shaozhao as far as possible.

However, these actions are just hiding their ears and stealing bells. Fu Xiaoxiao and Cheng shaozhao are too close because of such actions. Although Cheng shaozhao was attentive, he helped Fu Xiaoxiao untie the entanglement between his sweater and the latch.

But in fact, he had been distracted for a long time. He could smell the faint Gardenia fragrance from Fu Xiaoxiao. Several strands of her long hair even mischievous fell on her hand.

It brings a slightly itchy touch, which seems to have penetrated into your heart from your hand, like a feather gently brushing your heart, bringing a burst of crisp hemp.

Both of them were silent, but at this moment, what they thought was abnormal hope. We all hope that this moment will not end so quickly. We hope it can be extended. We can maintain such a quiet tacit understanding. They adhere to each other to complete the work of loosening the sweater and lock in their hands.

Even Fu Xiaoxiao was already secretly feeling that it was such a pleasant thing to be with Cheng shaozhao.

Although Cheng shaozhao has repeatedly slowed down the movement of his hand, it was not long before the lock was opened and the entanglement with the sweater was separated. He untied Fu Xiaoxiao's safety with a gentleman's ease, and said with a smile, "OK."

Cheng shaozhao's words awakened Fu Xiaoxiao and woke up from the atmosphere of * *. She seemed to feel her gaffe and was afraid that Cheng shaozhao would laugh at her absence. She quickly opened the door, turned sideways and said thank you.

Cheng shaozhao sat in the car and waved to Fu Xiaoxiao outside the window. He said, "go first and I'll come in right away."

After that, Cheng shaozhao drove his car to find a parking space. Only Fu Xiaoxiao was left standing at the door of the Japanese shop until Cheng shaozhao's car disappeared in his eyes. Fu Xiaocai turned around and looked at the shop carefully.

Originally, I thought Cheng shaozhao decided to take himself to have supper. With his identity, status and taste, he would certainly take him to some high-end Western restaurants. Even if you are late at night, you must not be free. You always pay attention to food. As Cheng shaozhao's assistants, many of them know this very well.

How can a person who even has to specify the store and taste of bread for breakfast agree with those simple roadside stalls for supper here?

However, to Fu Xiaoxiao's slight surprise, the Japanese shop brought by Cheng shaozhao is much more exquisite and formal than the roadside stall.

But in his own impression, Cheng shaozhao should sit in a luxurious western restaurant, which is completely different. This Japanese shop is simple, clear and clean, but it is also a typical roadside shop.

The sign is simple, with four big characters written on it. The door of the late night canteen is a sliding door made of wood. Looking inside the door, you can see that there are really many guests. There are only about seven or eight tables in the store, and they have already sat in seven or eight.