Leaving the building of Tang Ying's company, she drove him to dinner.

After saying that he would hold an art exhibition, she thanked him a lot, and he asked to invite him to dinner first.

She had no choice but to drive her Wrangler all over the streets looking for restaurants.

When asked what he wanted to eat, he said whatever, and when she saw a restaurant on the street, she asked him if he wanted to go in and eat.

He always shook his head.

Half-hungry and not hungry, I don't know what I want to eat, but I have to eat.

Sometimes, Xingbao thinks that it would be nice if people could live well without eating.

In the end, she got annoyed, parked the car casually, and called him to get out of the car to eat.

He jumped out of the car and looked up at the door number of the small restaurant in front of him, and the dilapidated door number of Red Lala had five big golden characters written on it: Casual Malatang.

It should be an old restaurant that has been open for many years, the walls outside are mottled, the pattern inside is very small, and there is a nostalgic taste in the mess.

"You said whatever, I found you a casual restaurant, are you satisfied?" She clasped her hands around her chest, beaming with pride.

Whether he dislikes it or not, she is going to eat in this restaurant.

He smiled bitterly, this was really casual. Invite him to dinner and send him away for a few dozen dollars.

After choosing the dish, the boss went to blanch the dish.

She sat facing him, the table was small and square, and she was very close to him.

Close enough she could see his own face in his black eyes.

He asked her, "Have you saved my number?" ”

She shook her head, "What do you do, I won't look for you if I'm fine." ”

"Isn't it important to help you with an art exhibition? Save it. He prayed softly.

She took out her phone, flipped through the call logs, and found the number he called that day and saved it.

"Ling-Rui." She typed out her name as she read it out.

He said: "Chi Jingchuan. ”

"What?" She saved it and looked up at him.

"Chi Jingchuan." That's his original name, that's his real name.

"Chi Jingchuan? Is it a person's name? ”

"Yes. You're not impressed at all? ”

"Nope."

"Circle Circle, do you remember?"

"What the hell is a circle?" She asked him nonchalantly.

"Heh......" A hint of indifferent wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. She had forgotten it all.

It used to be her sticking to him, calling him a circle with non-standard pronunciation over and over again, it should be called Chuanchuan.

At that time, they were so small, so small, he was just over two years old, and she was only about three years old.

At that time, he was so tired of her sticky and stupid appearance, and she liked him so much, she laughed when she saw him laugh, and she was sad when she saw him sad.

Feng Shui takes turns, more than ten years have passed, she can't think of him anymore, and he has always remembered her smile.

Is this her revenge on him?

"Ling Yuxing, I don't expect you to think of me, but I want to tell you that we were friends in the past. The kind of friends who could have grown up together......" he whispered to her.

She nunu mouthed, as if she was listening to a joke. "You're talking about childhood sweethearts?"

He grew up in Australia when he was a child, and she often went to Australia to play with her grandmother and never saw him, and she never heard anyone mention him in her memory.

"Your memories of being a kid feed the dogs." He joked.

Her memory is probably only after she was more than five years old, and she is as stupid as when she was a child.

"Please, who will remember the things of my childhood so clearly! Do you remember? She glanced at him mockingly.

At this time, the boss brought two super large white bowls, bubbling with a hot and spicy fragrance.

Her face looked into the bowl, oh my god, this bowl was bigger than her face!