In the neon night, Luo Shen followed Mo Sichen into a store, she deliberately looked at the signboard, and there were only two words: tea language.

When she first entered, she thought it was a tea house, but when she entered, she found that it was a medium-sized restaurant.

He followed him to a slightly secluded seat, slightly hidden by two one-person-tall potted plants, separating a relatively private space.

There was a soft sound of music in the store, and when he sat down, Luo Shen listened carefully for a while and said, "The music is good, in the public area of our restaurant, you can consider broadcasting music." ”

There was a waiter standing next to Mo Sichen, he was ordering with a recipe in his hand, I don't know if I heard Luo Shen's words, "Two roast goose sets." ”

Luo Shen hurriedly said, "I've had dinner." ”

Mo Sichen glanced at her and said to the waiter: "Then a set meal, and a fresh mushroom chicken soup." That's it. ”

After the waiter left, Mo Sichen took a sip of the tea that Luo Shen had poured and said lightly: "Your suggestion is good." ”

His words were clueless, Luo Shen was stunned for a few seconds, and then remembered the last sentence he said, he must be answering that sentence about public music, this person's thinking jump span is really big.

Maybe it was because he missed the dinner time and there were few guests, and the meal came up quickly, Mo Sichen pushed the chicken soup in front of Luo Shen, and began to deal with his own set meal without saying anything.

"I've had dinner. Luo Shen said again, although the chicken soup in front of him was quite tempting, his eyes were warm when he pushed the chicken soup over.

"Then you drink soup and watch me eat it. He didn't lift his head, he held a spoon in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

Luo Shen was stunned for a moment, and said with a hasty smile: "Thank you, Mr. Mo, you must be a good boss for such a considerate subordinate." ”

He ate in silence, barely making a sound. She watched him in silence.

The melody of the music is somewhat lingering, and the sax style carries the melancholy of a late autumn night.

She looked at him a little distracted, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in her eyes, as if something would overflow in the blink of an eye.

He suddenly raised his eyes, stunned for a moment when he saw her expression, and she quickly lowered her eyelids to hide the emotion in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter if your boss is good or not," he stared at her thoughtfully, his chopsticks stopped, "The important thing is, will you be a good clerk?"

She was silent for a long time, picked up the spoon and carefully skimmed off the top layer of oil from the chicken soup, scooped out a spoonful and tasted it slowly, the soup tasted sweet.

He continued to stare at her spoonful by spoonful of chicken broth, the short hair on the right side of his cheek was behind his ear, and he could see a black mole at a finger distance under his ear, which looked a little mischievous.

She kept bearing his gaze, and suddenly raised her eyes and smiled, "I will try my best to be a good employee, please rest assured that the general manager." ”

She said it very cleverly, but she just had to "work hard" to do it, and maybe she couldn't be born a good employee.

Mo Sichen suddenly felt a sense of irritation in his chest, he lost his appetite, slowly put down the dishes, his eyes stopped on her plain face, and said slowly: "If you want to continue to be my secretary, you must understand that you, like all other employees in Chendong, do not have any privileges. ”

Sure enough, he saw her eyes darken, her eyelids drooping hastily, and her smile was pale, "Yes, I know." There was a respectful voice in his voice, and he didn't look at him.

Although she had known this for a long time, it still made her heart slightly sour to hear him say it solemnly in person. Let her know her identity and position, should be the real purpose of him taking her out to eat, right?

"Tonight's dish is unpalatable. He grumbled faintly, and couldn't help but try to get rid of the gloom in her eyes, and tried to search for words.

Luo Shen looked at his set meal that had not been touched for a few bites, and thought to himself that the wise and resolute upstart in the business world in the media reports had left everyone's sight, and he was like a wayward child when he picked up food.

"Why doesn't the general manager have dinner at Chendong's restaurant? It's just upstairs in the office, isn't it very convenient?" she couldn't help but ask.

Her boss leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "That's where guests go, and I don't want to feed myself as a guest." ”

He used a strange word: Hey.

"Oh. She was speechless, and the small pear vortex at the corner of her lips flashed out again, and she quickly lowered her head and used the action of drinking soup to hide the chuckle on her lips.

"The agenda of the morning meeting is completely different from what Secretary Luo did. His mood was brought out by her pear vortex, and he actually talked about work in the restaurant.

Luo Shen put down the spoon and was a little uneasy, "I notified the managers in advance to send me the briefing, and after reviewing it, I ranked the more urgent content first." ”

This time he was silent for a long time, his eyes seemed to be looking at her, but his thoughts seemed to be somewhere else.

General Manager...... Isn't it appropriate for me to arrange it like this?" Luo Shen's self-confidence suddenly shook a little, "I didn't explain it to you in advance, you don't like it?"

Mo Sichen smiled, "I didn't say anything, you don't have confidence?" you are a secretary, what you have to do is to show the highest efficiency, I will not interfere with you in any way." ”

She smiled unreservedly, and smiled brightly, the little pear vortex was mischievous and sweet, and she said briskly, "Since the food here is not delicious, then I will invite you to eat something delicious." ”

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In Luo Shen's eyes, what is delicious?

With deep curiosity, Mo Sichen followed her to a lively night market. He's not a boy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, of course he's been to such a place, but he doesn't understand why this place is so crowded tonight, and every stall is overcrowded.

Not only that, but even the passages between the stalls were full of people.

"Why are there so many people?" he said dissatisfiedly, standing next to the secretary, and at the same time wondered that she had not been crying cold in her thin suit.

"Haven't you ever been to a place like this?" Luo Shen searched around, and then fell back to him suspiciously.

Mo Sichen sighed: "Of course I came, many years ago, there were not so many people. ”

"The reason why you feel like there are a lot of people is because you are in a different state of mind, you used to be able to hang out calmly, but now you have a heavy burden and you always feel that you can't afford to delay every minute, so you feel anxious when you spend your time here, and you feel that such a crowd with no end in sight is crowded. ”

Luo Shen said, his eyes were unusually clear and agile looking for the target left and right, and when he saw somewhere, he suddenly smiled, and walked towards that side.

Mo Sichen frowned and pondered her words, standing still.

Is it really because of a different state of mind? or is it because he is not used to wandering around in a place filled with fireworks and soup?

Luo Shen found that he didn't come with him and came back to look for him, and without looking at the expression on his face, he grabbed his hand and pulled him into the crowd, "Come on, aren't you hungry?" she said excitedly.

He looked down at the hands of the two of them, who were suddenly holding hands, her palms were soft and delicate, and there was a strange palpitation on his wrist.

"Can you get enough from these?" he grumbled, reluctantly, "and it's all junk food." ”

She didn't answer, pulled him into a glass store, and then looked at him in a suit and tie standing neatly in the doorway, looking a little abrupt, and then at his "restaurant manager" outfit, and suddenly covered her lips and chuckled.

She arranged Mo Sichen to sit down in an empty seat, "Wait a minute, I'll help you bring something to eat." She whispered and flew away.

Mo Sichen was a little helpless, sitting and looking at her back. He also visited such a place when he was in college, but after many years after graduation, he was inevitably a little unfamiliar with such noise.

Luo Shen came back soon, put the tray in his hand in front of him, and on the tray was a bowl of yellow porridge, he looked at the bowl of porridge, and said unhappily: "So little." ”

The bowl is really not big, just a little bigger than the usual rice bowl.

"It's late now, I can't eat more," she unpacked the spoon and handed it to him, "Don't you have a bad stomach? This is pumpkin porridge, just enough to nourish your stomach, and it won't be a burden to sleep when you eat it." ”

She knew he had a bad stomach? Mo Sichen glanced at her and reluctantly took the spoon.

Luo Shen floated away again, and he didn't know what he was talking to the boss in the glass house at the ordering window.

Mo Sichen ate one bite at a time, but his eyes fell on the back of the short-haired secretary over there. In fact, short hair at this level is also good, delicate from the front, and neat from the back.

A guest came over with a plate and wanted to sit down in the opposite position, but before he could ask Mo Sichen, he quickly replied: "I'm sorry, there are people here, she will be back soon." ”

Sure enough, she came back immediately, sat down with her free hands, looked at him with a smile, and then at his porridge bowl, "Ah, you eat so slowly, you've only eaten half of it, don't you like it?"

"Why don't you eat?" he replied.

Luo Shen sat crookedly with his chin propped up, and said for a long time, "Don't you like to let me watch you eat." ”

Mo Sichen was about to take the last bite, and was suddenly choked by her too casual words, and raised his eyes to glare at her, "Is this your attitude towards your boss?"

"Sorry," Luo Shen got up and said crisply: "I'll correct my attitude immediately, general manager." ”

A few guests next to him looked over in surprise, the clothes of the two were already a little out of place in the downtown area, and now they were more likely to be focused by the crowd.

He gritted his teeth in frustration and whispered, "Do you have to deliberately make me ugly like this?"

Luo Shen blinked widely, bowed slightly respectfully, and said, "Has the general manager eaten well?" You please. ”

Mo Sichen took a deep breath, got up and walked out of his seat, and when he passed by her, he leaned over and leaned close to her ear and was about to speak, but she turned around and ran towards the pick-up window.

He walked out of the store and stood in the cold wind on the street.

When she came out, she was carrying a plastic bag with two square boxes in it, and Qiao Shengsheng stood in front of him, tilted her head and said, "Let's go." ”

He looked her up and down in the light of the store, her face surrounded by short hair was ruddy and delicate, the corners of her lips flashed dazzlingly, Mo Sichen had a brief trance, as if he was in a certain night, and it was such a noisy street, and it was also such a girl looking at him with shining eyes.

"What's next?" he couldn't help but take a step closer, slowly raising his hand to take her arm, as if asking himself, as if asking her.