Rong Zheng brought them to a Western restaurant, first served a salad, followed by mussels.

Looking at the exquisite dishes in front of him, Yi Ning ate unnaturally. The man next to him rarely spoke, and even when he did, he cherished words like gold.

Nearly half of this meal was eaten, Qin Mo still showed no signs of taking the initiative to speak, still holding the fork elegantly, and Yi Ning was also tormented by the sound of the collision of knives.

After hesitating for a while, Yi Ning raised her eyes to look at her and said, "I, An Yi Ning, the designer." I ate half of the meal, and I haven't asked your surname, sir. ”

Originally, this introduction was meant to be made by Rong Zheng, but before it was hot, the person left.

I ordered a lot of dishes, and Western food is eaten one serving in the previous one, and a meal cannot be eaten in an hour or two. Now that she has only eaten two servings, she has to take the initiative to find a topic.

If you talk to a person and don't know their name, in Yi Ningkai's opinion, it is always weird.

The knife and fork in Qin Mo's hand paused, raised his face, looked at her with deep eyes, and slowly spoke: "Qin Mo, Rong Zheng is the son of my fifth sister." ”

Yi Ning looked at him suspiciously, isn't that called uncle? How does Rong Shao call brother?

Seeing Yi Ning's doubts, Qin Mo continued to explain unprecedentedly: "How can you call your uncle if you don't get married?" The corners of his mouth hooked, "Rong Zheng should call me uncle." ”

However, Qin Mo said such a long word, Yi Ning was a little surprised.

Isn't it better to call Brother? Look young. If Guo Rong is here, he will definitely say so.

"That's right." She smiled.

The atmosphere is still a little weird, and when you don't speak, it's very silent, and when you speak, the two are obviously not on the same channel.

As for whether Rong Zheng should be called uncle or uncle, she didn't ask.

Because, the two are not acquainted.

The air fell into another layer of silence.

A fish came up, and Yi Ning lowered her head and ate the fish intently, not speaking.

After eating a few bites of fish, Qin Mo pushed a small half bowl of borscht in front of her, and she hurriedly spoke: "There are still a lot of dishes." ”

If she eats it any more, she'll die. But she didn't know how to speak.

Qin Mo looked at the table, and then moved the knife and fork in his hand.

When Yi Ning was about to finish eating the fish, Qin Mo pushed the untouched salmon fillet in front of her again, "Do you want more?" As soon as the words came out, the fillet was already in front of her.

"I can't eat it." She's going to blow up.

"Yes." He emits a single tone.

At this time, the waiter came over with two glasses of red wine, Qin Mo reached out to take it, and handed her a glass.

Looking at the cup he stretched out, she shook the cup, touched him lightly, and was about to drink it when Qin Mo spoke.

"Do you like Rong Zheng?"

"Ahem" couldn't be caught off guard, Yi Ning was choked, his hand shook, and the whole wine glass fell directly into his crotch.

"Ah" Yi Ning hurriedly took the paper towel on the table, wanting to wipe it, but when he found that it was a special part, the hand holding the paper towel froze in mid-air.

A full half glass of red wine was sprinkled on it, and the small puddles could still be clearly seen in the folds, and Yi Ning panicked for a while.

"Mr. Qin, I'm sorry." I, my hands are shaking.

This time, she really splashed him, and it was pants.