President spoils me again today

"What's wrong, you have a ghost in your heart?" He stabbed her on purpose.

CEN Qinghe is not a fuel-efficient light either. He immediately replied, "don't sit at the same table with us. Before that, he didn't say that he would take you. It's like what happened when he parachuted."

Shangshaocheng said: "if I don't sit at the same table with you, then you sit, I stand, you eat, I watch?"

CEN Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "do you want to compete with the waiter?"

Shang Shaocheng glared at her and said in a deep voice after a few seconds, "I don't want to sit at a table to see you hypocritical."

CEN Qinghe asked, "what are you doing at night?"

Shang Shao City sniffed lightly: "extravagant."

CEN Qinghe immediately said, "do you want me to pay you to be drunk?"

They choked all the way out of the black 8, and he drove her to Gusu garden. This Suzhou restaurant is one of the best in the night city, but its location is relatively biased. It takes 40 minutes to drive from the city, and it has to be a fast driver like shangshao city.

On the way, he was sour. "For you, Mr. Cheng, you are really willing to spend time on the road."

CEN Qinghe said, "it's said that if you want to invite the best one, I'll invite him downstairs to the Northeast jiaozi restaurant for a meal."

Shang Shaocheng glanced at her without expression, "you dare."

In his heart, eating dumplings can only be done with her, other men, absolutely not.

To this Cen Qinghe thinks his order is hard to get, can't help but smile and say: "what do you regard eating dumplings as?"

Shang Shaocheng did not explain, but seriously replied: "don't let me see you and other men appear in the dumpling restaurant."

CEN Qinghe understood. He regarded eating dumplings as cheating.

Reaching out and patting his arm, she comforted him in a good voice, "don't worry, no one is as tricky as your taste."

Shangshaocheng takes her to gusuyuan, and the car stops at the door of the hotel. When Cen Qinghe takes off his seat belt, he suddenly feels sorry for him, "it's almost time for dinner, or you can come in with me and eat with us."

Shang Shaocheng said: "conscience found?"

CEN Qinghe pursed his lips and nodded his head. It was dark in the north in winter. When they got out of black 8, it was still bright. Now when the car arrived, it was almost dark.

"Come on, let's eat together." She looked at shangshaocheng and said seriously.

Shangshao City hung high, "no, I'll go back to the city and spend time and money."

CEN Qinghe turned his mouth, "don't let me find you go into the dumpling restaurant with a woman."

Shang Shao City strong hold back smile, disdain of reply way: "in addition to you, really no one else good this mouth."

Before leaving, she went up and gave him a kiss. Shang Shaocheng gave a half true and half false order, "have a meal, pay attention to the content and scale of the chat."

CEN Qinghe makes an OK gesture and turns to get off.

There is no open dining area in Gusu garden. They are all private rooms. When Cen Qinghe comes in, he asks that there is no one else in the private room. It seems that Cheng Jiahe has not arrived yet.

She went to the private room and sat down. The waiter helped her to make tea. It was the first-class qizibing tea. It was full of fragrance but not compelling. A small transparent teacup was full of fragrance.

After thanking the waiter, cen Qinghe sat and waited for a cup of tea. He almost stepped forward and backward, and Cheng Jiahe pushed the door in.

Hearing this, cen Qinghe looked at the door. Cheng Jiahe was wearing a light camel colored cashmere coat over the knee, and his long white hair was turned over at the collar. His beautiful and elegant face was surrounded by him, which was very beautiful.

She quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Jiahe took a white gift bag in his hand and walked up with a smile. He responded: "have you been here for a long time?"

CEN Qinghe said, "no, I just arrived."

When Cheng Jiahe came not far away from her, cen Qinghe reached out and made a gesture of invitation, "I'll call someone in, you sit first."

Cheng Jia and take off his coat and put it on the back of a chair. Cen Qinghe calls the waiter in and says he is ordering.

The waiter handed the order book, and Cen Qinghe handed it to Cheng Jiahe, "Mr. Cheng, look what you like to eat."

Cheng Jiahe said, "don't be so polite. Ladies first. You can have some."

CEN Qinghe said, "you are from Jiangcheng. You are familiar with Suzhou cuisine. I don't know much about it."

Cheng Jiahe said, "do you have any food to avoid?"

CEN Qinghe shakes his head with a smile, "it's not taboo to be cold."

Cheng Jiahe didn't shirk much. He took the menu and ordered. Cen Qinghe found that he was really gentle. Even the tone and tone of speaking to the waiter were very polite. If Shang Shaocheng did the same... Gee, goose bumps would get up.

"And add us a squirrel mandarin fish and shrimp, that's all. Thank you."

The waiter asked if he needed any drinks. Cheng Jiahe looked at Cen Qinghe. Cen Qinghe sat up and said with a smile, "I can do it. I'll see you."

Cheng Jiahe said, "let's drink tea. Pu'er is good for our health this season."

CEN Qinghe responds, and his affection for Cheng Jiahe is further improved. This is the tenth time they have met. They eat together as promised, but they are not very familiar after all. He says that it's a gentleman's job to drink tea instead of wine.

When the waiter turned to leave, Cheng Jiahe handed over the gift bag and said with a smile, "I called you all of a sudden. I don't know if it bothered you. I hope you like a little gift."

CEN Qinghe saw that he had brought a gift. Now he took it and said with a smile, "no, I have a holiday today. I have nothing to do. I haven't prepared a gift for you. I'm sorry. I'll see you next time. I'll make it up."

Cheng Jiahe said, "you're welcome."

Out of politeness, cen Qinghe wants to open it on the spot. It's not good to take it and put it aside.

The bag opened, and there was a palm sized red sandalwood box. The box was opened again, and inside it was a golden hollow ball with delicate strings. A fragrance different from perfume came to the surface. "What is this?" asked Cen Qinghe.

Cheng Jiahe said: "women's boudoirs in Song Dynasty used this kind of decoration to fill in spices and hang them at the head of the bed to smoke incense."

CEN Qinghe thought of entering the meeting room of Hefeng group last time and knew that Cheng Jiahe was an antique collector. She asked uncertainly, "isn't this something from the Song Dynasty?"

In fact, she wanted to ask, is this real or fake.

Hearing her meaning, Cheng Jiahe replied with a smile, "I don't know what you like. It's not a waste of space to hang a little gadget at home."

He avoided the heavy and gave up the light, but didn't give a positive answer. Cen Qinghe understood that people gave Song Dynasty things as soon as they took them. If she pushed them back immediately and said no, it would be fake, but it would be valuable if she took them.

Cheng Jiahe from her face delicate expression change, already see what she thought in the heart, he said without trace: "in fact, this time to night city, or some things want to trouble you."

CEN Qinghe smell speech, immediately lift an eye to ask him: "what matter son?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "I know you work in Shengtian. I want to choose a place in the night city to be a private collection. I'm not familiar with the location here, so I have to ask you to help me."

CEN Qinghe's eyes are tiny, "private collection? How much space do you want to choose? "

Cheng Jiahe said, "at least seven or eight hundred Ping."

"So big?" CEN Qinghe was even more surprised.

Cheng Jiahe nodded, "to tell you the truth, my grandfather's birthday will be held at the end of next year. I want to make him happy. I'm going to collect all his calligraphy and paintings for a private collection."

CEN Qinghe immediately agreed with a smile, "this idea is very good, you are really filial, your grandfather knows will be very happy, is such a large area, I really do not have the right hand, and you choose not for residential use, but for collection, so commercial housing must not work."

Cheng Jiahe said, "you are in this industry. You know better than I do. That's why I came to you for help."

CEN Qinghe asked curiously, "how do you know I work in Shengtian?"

Cheng Jiahe said, "last time you went to the wrong conference hall, Sheng Tian was the only one who had a meeting there except he Feng."

CEN Qinghe is clear about it. He talks and laughs with him about it, and then promises to go to work tomorrow to help him ask about specific matters.

The waiter knocks on the door and walks in. They eat and chat. Cheng Jiahe is not a talkative type, so the topics are all picked up by Cen Qinghe.

She asked him, "your grandfather has so many calligraphy and paintings that he needs seven or eight hundred square meters of space to collect?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "there will be some of my own things. I've been running around all these years, but I haven't saved anything else. I've collected a lot of these gadgets."

CEN Qinghe knew that he was modest. She had seen what he called "trinkets" when she was locked up in the Hefeng conference hall for ten minutes last time. They were all precious antiques left over from different dynasties, second only to those displayed in the National Museum.

She didn't understand this kind of thing, but Sheng was still interested in it, so she didn't feel cold when talking with him, instead, she felt happy in it.

A meal can be said to have a harmonious atmosphere. With more words, cen Qinghe is not as embarrassed as he was at first. Her mobile phone suddenly rings. She says sorry to Cheng Jiahe and connects immediately.

The voice of Shang Shaocheng came from the mobile phone, "have you finished eating?"

CEN Qinghe was embarrassed to say it directly, so he had to ask: "did you have dinner?"

Shang Shaocheng said, "no, you can do it yourself."

She said: "you go out to eat quickly, and call brother Xuan and brother Ren when you are bored."

Shang Shaocheng said, "it's nearly two hours. Have you two eaten flowers?"

When he said that, cen Qinghe knew it later. The time of chatting passed quickly. She thought it was just an hour.

"I see. I'll call you back."

"Call me when you're out of the hotel. I'm nearby."

Without saying a word, Shang Shaocheng hung up. Cen Qinghe put down his mobile phone. Cheng Jiahe said, "are there friends waiting for you?"

CEN Qinghe said with a smile: "it's OK."

Cheng Jiahe said, "we're almost done today. I'll be in the night city recently. When you are free, we'll get together again. Don't delay your appointment with your friends."

CEN Qinghe saw that he was so reasonable, so he said with a smile: "OK, we can contact you at any time."