Zhuang Yong left the Shilla Hotel and drove to Girls' Generation's dormitory, and when he passed a flower shop on the way, Zhuang Yong got out of the car and bought a bouquet of flowers. Originally, I was going to buy roses, but after thinking about it, I changed it to tulips.

When she arrived downstairs in Girls' Generation, Zhuang Yong sent a text message to Tiffany, and soon Tiffany replied: "Wait a minute." ”

Zhuang Yong replied with a smile, adjusted the music, got out of the car and lit a cigarette. Like Chen Xiaojian, Zhuang Yong also likes to smoke a cigarette when waiting for others. Of course, it's not just them, it's basically all men who smoke.

It didn't take long for Tiffany to come down, and she had already made an appointment, so Tiffany started to prepare when she returned to the dorm.

Zhuang Yong smiled and helped Tiffany open the door, then got in the car and drove away. And what they don't know is that when Tiffany gets on the bus, there is a line of people lying on the window of the Girls' Generation dormitory.

It's been a long time since Girls' Generation lived together, and everyone knows each other very well, and today Tiffany's abnormality is naturally seen by everyone.

Especially when Tiffany locked herself in the bathroom as soon as she came back, and when she came out, she obviously had a very delicate makeup on her face.

Girls' Generation looked at each other, and they all read the same message from each other's eyes.

Tiffany, this is trying to do something.

As soon as Tiffany went out, everyone who was still sitting on the sofa and watching TV carefully gathered around the windowsill, and sure enough, they saw Tiffany in a black Mercedes Benz.

As for the boy's face, no one could see it clearly. If they had seen it, they would have recognized that Tiffany was the man he met in the company elevator today.

"Is it okay to eat Western food at night?" Zhuang Yong asked, driving the car.

"Yes. Tiffany nodded, Tiffany has lived in the United States since she was a child, and there is no situation where she is not used to eating Western food.

Zhuang Yong also ordered Western food because of this, in fact, Zhuang Yong himself prefers Chinese food. However, today is the first date between the two of them, so naturally they can't help themselves, so they go to eat Western food according to Tiffany's taste.

The seat was booked yesterday, and it was not difficult for Zhuang Yong to find a good Western restaurant in Seoul.

After entering the restaurant, the waiter took the two to the location they had set before. It's not a prime location by the window, but a more inward location.

If it was eating with others, Zhuang Yong would naturally not settle here, but eating with Tiffany was different. Artists, it's better to keep a low profile. Zhuang Yong pays great attention to these details, and he is a detail-oriented person himself.

After sitting down, Tiffany was very satisfied with the position, not because she didn't like the window, but because her status as an artist was not suitable for the window seat. For Zhuang Yong's carefulness, Tiffany said that it was very useful.

"What's the habit of drinking in the liquor license?" Zhuang Yong asked after ordering the meal, looking at Tiffany.

"Either way. Tiffany wasn't very particular about this, so Zhuang Yong smiled and ordered a bottle of French red wine on his own.

Soon the meals came one after another, and the two of them chatted quietly while eating. This is a process of getting acquainted with each other, two people only met yesterday, and they don't know each other, so naturally it is impossible to confess or something rashly.

Zhuang Yong's way of getting along also made Tiffany feel good and comfortable, and the pressure originally brought by Zhuang Yong's identity slowly dissipated.

The two of them were just drinking wine and chatting casually, like old friends who had known each other for a long time.

In the end, the two of them didn't finish a bottle of red wine, and Zhuang Yong didn't want to get Tiffany drunk or anything, both of them drank it freely and casually, and finally found that there was still half of it left.

Zhuang Yong looked at the wine and said with a smile: "It's just half there, let's save the wine and drink it next time." ”

"Good. Tiffany said with a smile, a pair of small eyes bent into two moons, indescribably cute.

Zhuang Yong looked at Tiffany's smile for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to cover his chest.

"What's wrong?" Tiffany asked with some confusion and some worry when she saw Zhuang Yong like this.

"I've confirmed that I've met the right person. Zhuang Yong exhaled and said with a smile.

This is what Chen Xiaojian often says to them, and they have learned it. At the beginning, I was still very serious, "I confirmed my eyes, I met the right person", but in the end, I went off track.

Where had Tiffany ever heard such earthy love stories from later generations?

Zhuang Yong smiled when he saw Tiffany like this, didn't say anything, and raised his hand to signal the waiter to come over.

After depositing the wine and settling the bill, the blush on Tiffany's face dissipated, but Zhuang Yong was still a little embarrassed to look at him.

Zhuang Yong didn't say anything more and left with Tiffany, sending Tiffany downstairs to the dormitory.

The two got out of the car, Zhuang Yong looked at Tiffany and said, "I'm glad that you can come out to eat with me today." ”

"Yes, thank you for your hospitality. Tiffany said with a smile.

"As a token of my appreciation, I can accompany you to dinner next time. Zhuang Yong looked at Tiffany and said with a smile.

"Huh?" said Tiffany.

Zhuang Yong smiled and said, "Wait for me." As he spoke, he walked to the back of the car and took out a bouquet of tulips from the trunk.

"I wanted to buy you flowers, and I knew that roses were a bit out of place right now, so I bought this, and I hope you can like it. Zhuang Yong brought the flowers to Tiffany and said.

"Thank you. Tiffany reached out and took it, not the kind of warm roses, just a bouquet of tulips, and Tiffany didn't have that much pressure to take it.

After the two of them said a few more words, Tiffany went back, and Zhuang Yong watched Tiffany's figure disappear in front of his eyes before getting in the car and going back to the hotel.

Tiffany looked at the flower in her hand and smiled unconsciously. Although she had only known Zhuang Yong for less than a day, Tiffany felt very comfortable in contact with him.

Whether it is Zhuang Yong's seemingly direct communication style that many people seems, or his care for every detail, Tiffany feels comfortable.

This is a feeling that Tiffany has never felt in her long time in South Korea, even with her American friends who share the same habits.

Tiffany thought as she walked towards her dorm. Now that she has some sweetness in her heart, she doesn't realize what kind of soul torture she will face after entering the dormitory with a tulip in her hand.

Zhuang Yong deliberately controlled the speed of the car on the way back to the hotel, drove not fast, listened to the melodious music from the stereo, held his head in one hand, and unconsciously smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Tiffany felt very comfortable with Zhuang Yong, and Zhuang Yong also felt the same way. In Zhuang Yong's view, this feeling is just two words, "fit".

The two of them have not been together yet, and the relationship has not yet been determined, but I don't know why, now Zhuang Yong has a warm feeling in his heart.

A feeling called happiness.