Chapter 140

Meng Jingwei couldn't help laughing, "Qing Muye, you haven't eaten hot dry noodles when you're so old, right? This thing is meant to be eaten together, if you don't mix it, it will definitely be tasteless." ”

The little woman was in a very good mood, and suddenly felt that Qing Muye's appearance was particularly funny, and she contracted all her laughs today.

"I don't eat this. ”

He said.

The eyes were very sincere, and he didn't lie at all.

Meng Jingwei pursed her lips and shook her head, "It's really not a fireworks in the world." ”

She walked over, reached out and helped take the chopsticks from Qing Muye's hand, helped him mix the noodles, and waited until the sauce inside was evenly mixed before handing the chopsticks to him, "Taste it again." ”

Qing Muye took the chopsticks and glanced at Meng Jingwei, then picked up the hot dry noodles and took a bite.

The first bite is so-so.

The second bite was ok.

Third ......

"It tasted good. As he spoke, he picked up the hot dry noodles and ate them.

But he behaved elegantly, chewed slowly, and a hot dry noodle was stunned to eat the noble and elegant temperament of eating Western food in a Western restaurant, which was pleasing to the eye.

Meng Jingwei sat opposite him, staring at him for a moment to eat noodles.

And Qing Muye was eating noodles, glanced at Meng Jingwei, and a strange feeling surged up in his heart inexplicably, as if he was married, and his little wife carefully prepared breakfast for him, looking at the picture of his meal.

Warm, harmonious and beautiful.

This feeling disappeared in a moment, but Qing Muye was a little greedy for that feeling.

After a while, he finished eating.

Meng Jingwei slapped a piece of paper in front of Qing Muye suddenly, "Come, settle the bill." ”

A piece of A4 paper, which reads: 8 yuan for a large portion of hot dry noodles, 2 yuan for pure manual soybean milk, 90 yuan for running errands, a total of 100 yuan.

Although a large portion of hot dry noodles is not so expensive, Meng Jingwei is a 'profiteer'.

"Boss, I know you don't have cash, and the shop can be credited. Come ......," she handed a pen to Qing Muye, "sign it." ”

"Where are errands so expensive?"

The man took the A4 paper and asked rhetorically.

"That's different, I'm your sister, grandma's godgranddaughter. Isn't this worth skyrocketing overnight? It may have been cheaper before, but now it's a member of the Qing family, and if the errand fee is too small, won't it be a loss of face for your Qing family? ”

She said a serious thing, and her head was the Tao.

Qing Muye was really speechless to refute.

But for some reason, he smiled a little and signed his name on the A4 paper with a pen.

Meng Jingwei took the paper, "Thank you, boss." Come, I'll help you clean up the table, it's free. ”

She got up and put away the disposable lunch box, threw it into the trash can, and then wiped the table clean, very attentive, but she didn't notice the cunning that flashed in Qing Muye's eyes.

"I'm going to the company, you're here, call me if you have something. ”

"Oh, okay, then you go. ”

Meng Jingwei nodded like pounding garlic.

I wish Qing Muye didn't come back every day.

He didn't say anything, packed his things and left directly.

Arriving at the second floor, Song Ci was already waiting for him in the car, and after Qing Muye got into the car, the car started slowly and headed towards Songyu Group.

On the way, Song Ci glanced at his boss and saw that he seemed to be in a very good mood.

In the night apartment, Meng Jingwei played a game all morning.

At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the mobile phone rang.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was Xiao Cheng's phone, and after answering the phone, his voice rang on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Weiwei, where are you? I'm back." ”

"I'm ......"

Meng Jingwei wanted to say that she was in Qing Muye's apartment, but she felt that she would be misunderstood, so she said, "Where are you at a friend's house? ”

"That's okay, let's see you in a good place. ”