Staring at the things in the man's hand, Qiao Wan was disgusted.

She almost said, "No."

But in a blink of an eye, I remembered Fu Xingzhi's threat.

Seeing her pursing her lips and frowning, the man chuckled, his voice was as gentle as water, and it was very nice: "Not yours?" ”

Qiao Wan took it: "Thank you." ”

After saying that, he trotted away without looking back.

Hearing Qiao Wan's voice, the man's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned around sharply to stare at the slender body.

But soon, he just smiled bitterly, and the light that suddenly rose under his eyes fell into the dust, and fell into endless loneliness.

Seeing him laughing, the secretary next to him cautiously asked, "Mr. Gu, what's wrong?" ”

Gu Nanxun retracted his gaze, the smile on his face did not disappear, and he muttered, "It's nothing." ”

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Qiao Wan returned to the private room, the dishes were ready, and a plate of medium-rare steak was placed in her place with oil.

Seeing her come back, Song Qinghe supported his chin with his hands and asked softly, "Why did you go for so long, is it too big here to find a way back?" ”

Qiao Wan heard the meaning of her words, and a shallow smile appeared on her face, demure and beautiful: "Thank you cousin for your concern." ”

Soft, not afraid of any lethality.

Care?

She'll be wrong, who cares about her!

Song Qinghe originally wanted to humiliate this hillbilly, but who knew that she would see the move.

I underestimated her!

"It's good to be back." Song Qinghe didn't give up, pointed to the steak at hand, and said gentle words in his mouth, but the coldness in his eyes was not hidden at all: "The steak in this house is delicious, you can taste it." ”

Qiao Wan stared at the various dipping sauces in front of him, which was indeed different from the practice in ordinary Western restaurants.

Seeing that she was reluctant to make a move, Song Qinghe chuckled: "Wanwan, do you know how to eat steak?" ”

I guess I haven't eaten it, and I don't know how to take the knife and fork.

"Grandpa will help you cut it!" Song Zhicheng put down the spoon in his hand, and was about to help Qiao Wan, but was stopped by Qiao Wan.

"Grandpa, I'll come by myself, you don't have to worry about me when you eat first."

Qiao Wan lightly hooked the corners of her mouth, and under Song Qinghe's mocking gaze, she held a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right hand, and cut off a few thin slices of steak with a very standard movement.

Then mix all the dipping sauces together, pour the dipping sauce on the steak, and hand the plate to Song Zhicheng: "Grandpa, you taste!" ”

From start to finish, there was no sound of any utensils colliding on the table.

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked back at Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe opened his mouth and was speechless.

How could a wild girl who grew up in a small place use Western food so formally......

Her Western food etiquette seems to be even more standard than hers.

Seeing Qiao Wan's unhurried manners, Song Zhicheng smiled with satisfaction: "Child, how do you understand this?" ”

"Mom and Dad taught me." Qiao Wan wiped his fingers and replied softly.

"Really?" Mentioning Song Nian, Song Zhicheng's smile was a little far-fetched: "Your mother is a very good woman, she knows everything, and she can naturally raise you well." ”

"My evening will also be a very good child."

Facing her grandfather who loved her so much, Qiao Wan's eyes were a little moist: "Because my grandfather also raised my mother very well." ”

Song Zhicheng held Qiao Wan's hand and loved it so much: "You are the same as your mother, you are a ghost spirit who can make people happy." ”

There is a lot of warmth here, but the three people at the table are worried, especially Mrs. Song.

Qiao Wan sat opposite her, and she always had the illusion that Song Nian was facing her.

Make her sit still!

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