I flipped the receipt out, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it in front of him. Jing Chengjun glanced down and pushed it aside. He moved and leaned lightly against the back of his chair. He glanced out the window at the scenery and finally landed on me. The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows look through the window like a mirror, and when I look at him from my angle, he is completely overhead the bay. He seemed to be leaning against the sky. Isn't that what I look like in his eyes?

Behind me stood a number of glittering billboards, and I felt like I was sitting on a myriad of light bulbs. It turned out that the location we were in was the tallest of the many pestles.

"Peerless".

I thought of the name of the restaurant again. Perhaps every guest who comes in and out of this place can be called "peerless". Because you may not even imagine the financial wealth of the young man sitting across from you.

That's not just a number.

The first thing I did when I left the mansion was to search for his name on the Internet. I don't know him, but at the very least, I've figured out the outline of him. I never thought in my life that I would have anything to do with someone like him.

"Someone like him" is not a pejorative meaning here, I want to express appreciation and longing. After all, for many ordinary people, they devote their lives to accumulating money and wealth, and from then on to realize and demonstrate their self-worth. But there are also a handful of people, perhaps less than one in ten million, who have been sitting on the empire of money since they were born.

Paige has been complacent lately about the black humor he has invented. Every time things progressed, he would calmly give me a seductive smile. Paig said, "I'm just one pair of crystal slippers away from Cinderella (the heroine of the fairy tale Cinderella).

Although I don't have a crystal slipper, I still have a figurine made of wire and the car damage that may be hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation. Maybe it's more than a few hundred thousand, and I don't dare to think about it now. I'm ready to hit the streets at any time.

I feel that there is only one process between me and Cinderella.

and the girl who was called Fan Yike. Her pride and her beauty, and perhaps a brilliant and intelligent brain. They exude the same aura, they are all the same, another group of people living in the city.

I glanced down at the sneakers on my feet, and I remembered Fan Yike's beautiful, sharp heels. I put my feet together and moved backwards.

"Let's go down. You give me the certificate first. ”

"You don't think you're so pretentious." Jing Chengjun said suddenly.

"Huh? What did you say? ”

"It's dinner time. You and I are sitting in the dining room. But you want me to go downstairs with you to get some kind of testimonial. He looked at me and said lightly.

"But you forgot about it in the car first! Isn't this just the purpose of our meeting? "I'm a little upset.

"I don't think you're suitable for keeping penguins, but you're quite suitable for working in a government agency."

Was he sarcastic at me being both dogmatic and rigid? How did he know I had penguins?

"Miss Lin, I didn't think about inviting you to dinner. I just happen to be free at this time. I'm used to coming here alone after work. By the way, I'll check with you how much you really owe me. Including the statue. Jing Chengjun said, rushing to the screen at the entrance and raising his chin, "You remember, it's similar to the one at the door." ”

I didn't expect this man to say so many words in one fell swoop, as if Paige was possessed. I looked at each other dumbfounded, what should I do now? Am I going to walk out in the cold again? Or here hungry and watching him finish eating? Or eat with him and split the bill later? But this restaurant looks so expensive... But I've been waiting for him for so long! He's definitely not going to go down with me now...

Why am I so passive every time I face him? My mind began to get mixed again.

"But you're late." I've finally found the weight to argue with.

"I'm sorry. I'm late. So I'll treat you. Jing Chengjun glanced at me, he waved at the waiter standing not far away, and the young boy immediately walked over.

"I'll split the bill with you." I hurriedly said.

"You feel free."

The menu was actually not heavy, only two thin pages, Jing Chengjun frowned slightly, and he quickly closed the menu. "It's the same as yesterday." He raised his head and said to the waiter. He turned to me, "This young lady is just like me." ”

"Wait! I'll take a look first. ”

The waiter and Jing Chengjun were stunned at the same time. I scanned the menu on the table.

What the hell?! How can it be so expensive!? What did he order?! I glanced at the tiny bold letters, feeling like the pressure had never come so quickly.

A vegetable salad costs 198 yuan! Is there any mistake? Can I just have a salad...

I gently closed the menu. "Then it's as good as he is." I said pretendedly.

Against the backdrop of the water waves, her fat powder is not stained, and her clear cheeks are as smooth as a piece of jade. She jumped into the water, half of her body floating on the surface. She stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around the dolphin, Vara, whose face was clinging to the dolphin's slick gray skin. She caressed it with great affection.

The girl's smile was clear and transparent.

She stood on the stage, side by side with several other trainers, and she stood to one side, and they bowed in thanks. Her hair was originally fluffy and thick, and after being completely soaked with water, it all collapsed against her scalp and hung down in the ponytail at the back of her head, like a long strip of thin sweet potato.

The girl looked up again, her smile still on her face. Her eyes narrowed as if a cheerful elven deer lived.

And now, the deer is stationary.

She ate carefully and quietly. This was her first appearance, the girl in a white blouse, with fine fluffy hair scattered across her forehead.

Seungjoon felt comfortable, though she was silent. The girl wore a voluminous white T-shirt today with a coin-sized smiley face embroidered on her left chest. A circle, two dots and a small arc. She probably has a lot of these T-shirts, but the pattern on the chest is different. Her blue jeans were not torn. Her sneakers are a bit old. She was carrying a water-pink backpack all the time. The backpack is washed white. She had equally small earrings hanging from her tiny ears. Seungjun also carefully looked at it, it was a pair of hollowed-out five-pointed stars. Her hands are very slender and have narrow nails. Her eyes would casually drift out the window.

The night view of Laguna is beautiful, the lights are like shuttles, and you can see the moon every day.

The girl put down the bill, took out her wallet from her backpack, took out a credit card, clipped it in the bill, closed it, and handed it to the waiter standing nearby. She smiled at the waiter, a little dry. She turned her gaze out the window and finally landed on Seung-joon. "It seems that I don't need to transfer money to you in a while."

A meal cost about a quarter of her salary, and she wouldn't be happy. She was not paid a lot when she joined the company, and she had two salary increases in recent years. In Laguna, her income level is moderate, in addition to the basic expenses of food, clothing, housing and transportation, she can also have some consumer cultural and recreational activities. Rent is a necessary expense for life, and the location she and her cousin rent belongs to the suburbs, and if the room fee is shared equally, this meal is equivalent to a month's rent for her.

She slipped her credit card into the large pocket at the front of her backpack.

All night, Seungjun didn't see the fawn he had hoped for.

"Let's go." Seungjoon said and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't you have those written documents in mind? Come with me and get it. ”