Cold-blooded, he clearly knew that the woman in front of him was not a canary in a cage, she had independent thinking and personality.

Therefore, silent companionship is the most tender affection he can give.

After a while, Pan Hua put the information into her bag, and in the moment of her eyes, she crashed into the man's deep pupils, she licked the corner of her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, smiled slyly, and gave a thumbs up flatteringly: "The information is very detailed, Mr. Leng is really amazing!" ”

The man's handsome man was faintly conniving, his thin lips were slightly sideways, and he was caught off guard and asked, "Then how are you going to thank you?" ”

Pan Hua with a frozen smile: "......"

She looked at the man in astonishment, and finally had the illusion of shooting herself with a stone.

It seems to have been reversed!

Did she say she wanted to be thankful?

Unable to bear the cold-blooded gaze, Pan Hua pondered and meditated, and tilted her head tentatively: "Or...... Would you like to have a meal? ”

"It's good!"

The words fell, and the cold-blooded action comfortably pressed the inner line of the landline, "Zhuo Han, book a seat at Qin'an Restaurant." ”

"Okay, President!"

Pan Hua blinked her eyes, glanced at the man's slow move to reserve a seat, pursed her lips, and tried to win back a game: "Hmm, I originally wanted to invite you to eat spicy hot!" ”

"Qin'an Restaurant also has it!"

Pan Hua is KO!

……

Qin'an Restaurant is located near Qin'an Mountain on the north side of the city. It is famous in the Imperial City for its pure natural ingredients. Backed by the verdant mountains, the scenery is beautiful.

Driving from Leng's Group to Qin'an Restaurant, it was close to half past six, and the afterglow of the West Mountain was falling, and the twilight was hazy.

Approaching the restaurant, the fresh and overflowing grass fragrance is sandwiched with the smell of fireworks, the mountains are the screen, the dust and smoke are floating in the world, walking in the glazed grass path of the restaurant, Pan Hua's state of mind is unprecedented peace and stability.

The man on her side was only wearing a black shirt and trousers, like a mountain peak, standing tall and prominent, more calm and introverted than her, and her handsome face was as handsome as the moon in the approaching twilight.

Zhuo Handing's location is in the outer room landscape garden of the restaurant, where the elaborate light is projected in a lush greenery, and the carved stone tables are distributed on both sides of the lawn.

The surrounding landscape is picturesque, and surprisingly, there are only two of them in this landscaped dining area.

After taking a seat, Pan Hua looked around with hesitant eyes, "I heard that the location of Qin'an Restaurant is difficult to book, why is there no one today?" ”

During the banquet, the waiter respectfully handed over the menu and poured a pot of high-quality red robes for each other.

Cold-blooded opened the menu, glanced at her, and quipped in a deep voice: "You can understand that God is beautiful!" ”

Pan Hua gave him a 'you're joking' look, and was about to look at the menu when a prompt sound came from her phone in her bag.

The moment she took out her mobile phone, before the screen was opened, Pan Hua heard the man opposite say to the waiter: "Let's have a Shunan Malatang." ”

Pan Hua: "......"

She sighed silently, and when her eyes fell on the screen, her head couldn't help but think, why hadn't she found that cold-blooded was so black-bellied before!

On her phone, she received a text message.

There was no note number, but when she saw the contents, her eyes flashed.

It was Song Qingshu who sent her a message, informing her that she had agreed to discuss reconciliation with the female classmate and her family the day after tomorrow.

Pan Hua replied with her head engrossed, but she didn't notice that the man's action of opening the menu slowly stopped in mid-air, and her eyes were as deep as a pool, and the dark light of unknown meaning was staring at her.

From a cold-blooded point of view, you can vaguely see the page where she replies to text messages, not WeChat!

"Something?"

The moment he retracted his gaze, he said inexplicably.

Pan Hua's attention was on the phone, shaking her head intently, and whispering: "No, it'll be fine right away." ”

Cold Blood didn't speak again, but those cold eyes glowed with a cold light and coldness.

He knew everything about Pan Hua, including her very simple interpersonal relationships, and the person who allowed her to concentrate on replying to messages at the moment was obviously not an acquaintance!

Because that's not WeChat, it's SMS!