Shao Qing sat on the chair, lifted his eyelashes, and looked at Fu Nanxing in some silence.

She sat up slightly straight, and slowly spoke, "What does Mr. Fu mean by this?"

Fu Nanxing chuckled lowly, retracted his previous posture, and his expression became casual and serious again: "It's the meaning of Xingshi's questioning." ”

His slender fingertips tapped the tabletop: "I gave it to me with the hairpin, and a bottle of perfume." ”

Fu Nanxing turned his head slightly: "I have never been so faceless." ”

Shao Qing frowned.

The tone of this person's speech has always been three parts true and seven points false, and the flirtation is also loose, and he can't hear annoyance when he is angry.

Shao Qing raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Fu, is this a Xingshi question?"

She smiled: "Then I invite Mr. Fu for this meal, can it be counted as reparation?"

Fu Nanxing's beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at her, and her expression was still gentle: "No." ”

"I set the place, I made an appointment for the time, and I ordered the food. He shook his head and said, "How can there be such a light apology?"

Shao Qing's eyelashes lowered slightly: "Then how does Mr. Fu want me to make amends?"

Fu Nanxing leaned forward slightly, and his dense and curly eyelashes drooped slightly: "Miss Shao invited me to another meal." ”

His eyelashes lifted again, revealing clean and gentle light-colored pupils: "How?"

There was a knock on the door, and the waiter pushed open the door and entered the house with the food.

The waiters came in and out, the doors were half-open, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the room was washed away.

Fu Nanxing frowned slightly, and his gaze fluttered to the waiter who was still serving the food.

His expression suddenly faded, and his eyelashes lifted, bringing out a bit of coldness.

The waiter paused.

Fu Nanxing retracted his gaze, leaned back into his chair, and turned his head to look at Shaoqing: "Can't you?"

Shao Qing laughed: "Yes." ”

She picked up the chopsticks in front of her: "Apologize to Mr. Fu, naturally you can choose." ”

Shao Qing took the chopsticks, swept his eyes over the dishes in front of him, and tilted his head to look at Fu Nanxing: "Mr. Fu is familiar with this restaurant, why don't you introduce me to the dishes?"

The waiter, who had finished serving the food, suddenly raised his head as the waiter who was standing quietly on the side.

He subconsciously wanted to speak out and tell Shaoqing that he was more familiar with the dishes than Fu Nanxing, and it was his job to introduce the dishes, but as soon as he raised his head, he suddenly bumped into Fu Nanxing's gaze.

The man's face was calm, his lips were still smiling, and his peach blossom eyes were gentle and harmless, but the waiter's back suddenly straightened.

He swallowed a little nervously, and then suddenly it dawned on him.

He shouldn't be in this box.

The waiter quietly exited the box.

Fu Nanxing retracted his gaze carelessly, then bent his eyebrows, and said softly: "Huainan cuisine"