When Li Pengcheng was fascinated by what he heard, the assistant called out of place and talked about the benefits and disadvantages of participating in the event. Li Pengcheng had to reluctantly say goodbye, and when he left, he repeatedly emphasized that "there is time to discuss again."

I accompanied Li Pengcheng all afternoon, and when Ding Chi and Monday went out of the art building, it was already night outside and the lights were on. Taking advantage of Xiao Lin's "letting" time, she took Ding Chi to the famous local "Cantonese Food Street" on Monday and entered a restaurant with strong characteristics.

Although he has not been here for a long time, Monday seems to have become more than half of the hosts, and he is very fond of local food, and the special snacks are very clear. But he learned the local dialect so badly, which shows that his "foodie" name is not humble, and it is definitely deserved. But not only is he not fat, but he is more tall and pretty, and Ding Chi has to admire the potential of "eating" on Monday.

"Cheong fun, taste. Seeing the first meal on the table, Ding Chi immediately put it on his boyfriend first.

"Good, good. Ding Chi opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole.

Monday waved his hand anxiously: "Slow down, slow down, don't choke." ”

"It's delicious, I haven't eaten it in a long time. Ding Chi chewed something in his mouth and replied vaguely.

It's true that I haven't eaten it for a long time, and the last time was in a previous life. When I ate this thing at that time, I always felt that it was not in my taste, and even when I went to Yangcheng, I never ate it. But when I ate it today, I suddenly felt that the strange taste became full of fresh and fragrant, and the entrance was even more delicate and smooth, and there was a little chewiness, which was very good. It seems that the mood does affect the appetite, and sharing a table with the beautiful woman you like is a beautiful meal, and eating with a tigress is disgusting.

"Ugh. Thinking of the tigress, Ding Chi immediately reacted.

Monday asked urgently, "What's wrong?

"Ate fast, choked. Of course, Ding Chi can't tell the truth.

"That's still eating so fast. After Monday was angry, he explained again, "Originally, this was breakfast, but I wanted you to eat it delicious for the first time, so I specially called here to make an appointment." ”

Ding Chi smiled "hehe": "Cheong fun is delicious, but I want to eat you more." ”

"Look at you, it's annoying. Monday smacked the other party shyly.

"Boat porridge is coming!" After reporting the name of the meal on Monday, he hurriedly advised, "Eat it slowly, this can be hot." ”

Later, shrimp dumplings, claypot rice, roast goose and so on were served one after another.

Faced with so many delicious foods, Ding Chi unconsciously ate a round stomach: "It's too much, I can't eat it." ”

Monday smiled and said, "Boss Ding, don't be stingy, for you, this is sprinkling." ”

Ding Chi immediately got up and tired: "I want to sprinkle water." ”

Monday was first a flurry, and then "giggled" and leaned back with a smile: "You, you laughed at me to death, why didn't you find out before." ”

"Men, you have to taste, especially like me, the more you go inside, the better things you have. Ding Chi raised his eyebrows and blinked.

Hearing the ambiguity in the words, Monday's cheeks suddenly turned crimson: "It's really annoying, it's not serious." ”

After a comfortable dinner, Ding Chi took Monday to the hotel.

As soon as they entered the room, the two hugged each other, greedily pressed against the door panel, and poured out their thoughts about each other.

It was so hot in the room, so hot that Zhou Xiang was drenched in sweat, so hot that the two of them were red in the face and hot ears, and so hot that the clothes on the two of them became less and less.

Her cheeks were fiery and her breath was short, his veins were dilated, and his throat was tight. She leaned over him, he took her, and they both collapsed on the plush bed.

Her eyes were foggy, and she didn't care about anything, and let him tear off his shirt, leaving the only fig leaf about to fall off.

He changed his image of a humble gentleman in the past, like a beast in heat, and his eyes were full of the tempting smell of meat.

He wanted to eat her, she wanted him to eat, and everything was about to fall into place.

But the phone rang, it was her phone ringing. She nudged him hard with what little sanity she had left, pressing the answer button.

"I don't bother you. ”

Hearing that it was Li Pengcheng's voice, Monday suddenly froze, hurriedly opened his eyes to confirm the number, and then replied as calmly as possible: "Don't bother." ”

"Can I invite you to have a supper with Mr. Ding?" paused in the phone, and said, "I really hate to see Mr. Ding late." ”

So what else is there to say? At this point, there is no choice but to accept the invitation.

Looking at the only piece of cloth that is about to slip off, Monday is both shy and sweet, both contradictory and regretful.

Ding Chi was even more disappointed, he was going to cook raw rice for mature rice, but he wanted to accompany the middle-aged man for supper, which was too much.

Although they were unwilling, when they came to the restaurant, looking at Cheng Pengcheng who was waiting from afar, what else could Ding and Erren say. I had to put on a smile on my face, thank you, and politely put it into the lunch bag.

Supper was obviously an excuse, and although a table was set, almost no one moved the chopsticks. Li Pengcheng is not thinking about this, Ding Chi has a round belly, and it is difficult to enjoy time. Although Monday has the mind and time, it is obviously not suitable for feasting.

As soon as Li Pengcheng sat down, he discussed with Ding Chi, and later simply used the word "ask for advice". It's really hard to resist, Ding Chi has to continue to buy "talent".

"Mr. Ding, you really just studied management, you have never done music-related work, and you have never set foot in the music world before?" Li Pengcheng finally asked.

Ding Chi shook his head: "No." What I said today is also casual talk, open and close. ”

"No, absolutely not. This is completely the knowledge of everyone in music, and I sigh to myself. When Li Pengcheng said this, the topic changed, "Mr. Ding, are you interested in coming over to develop, let's work together?"

What do you work with? I'm talking about someone else's. Ding Chi thought so in his heart, but there was another wording on his lips: "I'm still in school, and everything must be focused on academics." ”

Li Pengcheng couldn't help but sigh: "That's a pity, with Mr. Ding's knowledge, if he is engaged in creation, he will definitely be a master, and it is not impossible to become a master." ”

What about the masters, the masters? Ding Chi secretly laughed.

At this moment, Xiao Lin came at the right time, and it was Li Pengcheng who asked her to come.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was a little depressing, Xiao Lin didn't know why, so she secretly asked Monday to find out the reason. She immediately adjusted the atmosphere: "Mr. Li, Ding Chi is not only good at talking, but also very good at creating. When I was in school......"

Hearing Ding Chi's past musical masterpieces, Li Pengcheng was excited, and repeatedly asked Ding Chi to "teach".

What can we do in this situation? Ding Chi thought about it, opened his voice directly, and sang it heartily, tactfully and softly.

"Mr. Ding, what kind of song is this?" Li Pengcheng stood up directly.

Ding Chi said: "Hum casually." ”

Li Pengcheng sat down slowly, and kept muttering: "Fashion, avant-garde, avant-garde, fashion." ”

Of course, the avant-garde, the song after 20 years! Then, at the repeated request of the other party, Ding Chi hummed several avant-garde songs. His principle is that the farther away the better, and the music is properly split.

It wasn't until the shopkeeper reminded him many times, and until Xiao Lin didn't prompt it too early, that Li Pengcheng couldn't finish "letting go" Ding Chi.

When I returned to the hotel again, it was already the second half of the night, and Monday said apologetically: "Xiao Chi, it's too long for me, thank you." ”

"Let's do something about it. Ding Chi said, and directly threw the other party on the bed.