Because the two are really like-minded, they said that they were not addicted to it on the street, until they arrived at an elegant Western restaurant, Bai Ze said that for the sake of similar interests, he invited her to have a meal, and brought Guan Yanhui by the way.

Song Qingnan is naturally willing, because there are really few people in the same way, and now there are fewer and fewer people who really like art, the two of them went to the Western restaurant to eat in a good mood, only Guan Yanhui was a little confused, she knew what renaissance they were talking about, after all, history was still studied, but she still didn't understand a lot of professional terms, so she simply didn't insist on getting involved, and sat in her own place to eat.

In fact, Bai Ze was a little distressed to take the two of them to pinch a restaurant, after all, this restaurant is one of the best in the state, and the Bai in it is naturally expensive, and Bai Ze is swollen and fat just to catch up with Song Qingnan.

Although Song Qingnan doesn't want Yu Yanbei's money, but the clothes and bags are still directly supplied by Yu's, there are not a few international first-line luxury brands under Yu's, as long as there are new models, Qingyi will send them immediately, so Song Qingnan no longer buys other clothes, after all, Yu Yanbei makes people give these things that are not comfortable to wear, and they are still very fashionable, and some are still limited to the world.

Bai Ze works in a small company, he is a designer, and he is really interested in art, but in the end, he majored in fashion design, and for people from rural families like him, a profession that can earn money is the best.

In view of his work and the surrounding environment, he also knows a lot about some international luxury brands, looking at Song Qingnan dressed in luxury, he must be the daughter of a certain group enterprise in China, if he can get her favor, maybe he can return to China to get a better job.

The more Bai Ze chatted, the hotter and hotter he became, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense, Song Qingnan suddenly felt a little unnatural, but he didn't know how to say it, so he could only listen to Bai Ze gushing endlessly, he only occasionally replied with "uh-huh", "indeed" and "okay", but the man opposite didn't seem to feel Song Qingnan's coldness, and he still kept talking.

"I'm sorry, I've eaten well, have you eaten well?"

Song Qingnan really couldn't listen to it anymore, but his good cultivation made him unable to lose his temper with a stranger he had just met, so her heart was very aggrieved now, and because Bai Ze's gaze was getting hotter and hotter, Song Qingnan had to interrupt him.

"Huh? ……”

Looking at Bai Ze's somewhat confused face, Song Qingnan felt that it was indeed not good for her to do this, but she had already said her words and couldn't take them back, so she could only repeat it again, and as expected, Bai Ze's face changed slightly.

Song Qingnan also somehow, suddenly a wave of nausea came up, and he left the two of them and ran to the bathroom, leaving only Bai Ze, whose faces were a little black, and Guan Yanhui, who didn't know why.

Or is it the morning sickness from some time ago, Song Qingnan didn't know what the little guy in his stomach wanted to do, he washed his hands and cleaned up and walked out of the bathroom, still noble and elegant, as if the person who vomited just now was not her, Bai Ze who watched it was more sure where Song Qingnan was the daughter, and also strengthened Song Qingnan's idea of the eighth session.