"Sir, your organic french fries are ready......"

The waiter smiled brightly, but Qiao Wenhan was not happy at all. The customer said that she didn't like the principal of the Royal Russian Ballet, and the carefully arranged content was in the soup, and the two-billion-yuan cooperation project was still in a wait-and-see state.

Early in the morning, Secretary Qin told him that there were also interested competitors in the United States, which were strong and were also trying to contact the British company.

The burden on his shoulders sank a little more, and Qiao Wenhan's expression also dimmed.

Organic potatoes, no matter how good the nutritional content is, they are still potatoes, no matter how advantageous their project is, they can't stand the stereotype of British customers, and the last time I worked with a Chinese businessman was very unpleasant, so that this suspicious British middle-aged woman could not invest 100% trust in other Chinese businessmen.

Although Qiao Wenhan has been studying in the UK since junior high school and has a deep understanding of British culture and people, he can't stand the client's personality.

After preparing a business plan for more than half a year, it is about to be put down the drain, and it is really unwilling to think about it.

Old Europeans must be extra cautious when saying "interesting", after all, 99.99% of the time it is likely to be a euphemism for "boring".

In the country of gentlemen, it is really not refreshing to cover up the inappropriate with fun euphemistically. Qiao Wenhan placed the coffee cup heavily on the small coffee table.

Pedestrians passing by were suddenly taken aback.

The banks of the River Thames are still as elegant and tranquil as ever, with warm breezes in the middle of summer, but the temperate maritime climate of the United Kingdom is more pleasant than that of the mainland.

simply threw away all the troubles, about An Xiaoxi's brother, about Anna pretending to be Cai Mengyu, about the whereabouts of her biological mother, and about the large-scale financial cooperation project that was about to be miscarried.

Everything, press the pause button.

Qiao Wenhan closed his eyes gently, his long and thick eyelashes generously greeted the baptism of the sun, and his tail was dyed a dreamy gold.

Reflecting Qiao Wenhan's fair and healthy complexion, it is so charming.

A pair of sword eyebrows, pointing straight at them, exudes heroism and pride, and the small fine lines at the end of the eyes show the hardships of these days, although it is still an otherworldly handsome face, but there is also unprecedented exhaustion.

Suddenly, a bout of angina. reminded Qiao Wenhan, the woman named Anna, and, another woman, An Xiaoxi.

"Damn."

Qiao Wenhan's slender fingers gently rubbed the position of his temples, but the picture he wanted to forget was remembered, which made him uneasy.

"Sorry ......"

A timid voice interrupted his thoughts, and Qiao Wenhan opened his eyes slightly, still not yet accustomed to the sudden sunlight and the young woman suddenly standing in front of him.

"Just now, I slapped you. I'm sorry, can I ask if it's okay, if not, I'll delete it immediately. ”

This young girl was about twenty-four or five years old, with playful little tiger teeth and delicate eyebrows, wearing a loose Greek shirt, a pair of cloth shoes, and a large cotton and linen embroidered bag.

Her broken English suggests that she may not have been in England for long.

"Oh? What do you shoot for? ”

Qiao Wenhan saw that this woman's temperament was not bad, and he was very interested in photography, and remembered a lot of good memories of the past.

At that time, he was still in college, and with Cai Mengyu, he traveled all over Europe, and he took no less than ten photo books for that woman.

Don't inherit the Jinqiao Group, you want to be an independent photographer in Europe and be with her forever.

That's what he promised.

The past was like a gale, stirring Qiao Wenhan's heart and blowing up the scars he thought had already scabbed.

"I'm doing my assignment, and if you don't mind, I'm going to use it for a school exhibition."

The young girl had a frank smile and the sun on her back, looking like a free dove. Qiao Wenhan is very sensitive to capturing beauty, and his intuition tells him that this girl will be interesting.

But when I think of fun, I think of the equally interesting An Xiaoxi in China. An inexplicable sense of morality came to his heart, like a little devil with the appearance of An Xiaoxi beating him.

"If you spend your heart, you'll die."

Qiao Wenhan finally adjusted to the sunlight, and the girl stood outside his desk, separated only by a low fence.

"Okay, you can use it."

Qiao Wenhan said Chinese, the girl was pleasantly surprised, they were all Chinese, so they naturally had some closeness.

I quickly said a lot of thanks, and was about to leave satisfied.

At this time, Qiao Wenhan suddenly said, "Please wait a minute...... After the photo comes out, can you send me a copy? ”

Qiao Wenhan stood up, 1.87 meters tall, elegantly dressed, and looked even more heroic and chic under the bright sun.

The girl was a little embarrassed, but after taking the business card, she confirmed her name and carefully put it into her big cloth bag that seemed to hold the whole world.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, you can also come to our school to see the exhibition, the Royal College of Art, next Wednesday!"

The girl walked away as she spoke, and she had to rush to work.

Qiao Wenhan didn't care, he was all about helping a poor compatriot finish his studies. As for next Wednesday's exhibition, he also forgot about it.

……

"Ahh

An Xiaoxi's big sneeze made the clerk subconsciously cover the large pot of flour in front of him. Boss An is sneezing all day and night, shouldn't he be allergic to something?

If someone has a crush on their boss, the level of missing is really amazing.

The clerks have long understood it, and privately figured out N kinds of gossip and anecdotes about An Xiaoxi and Qiao Wenhan, or An Xiaoxi and Su Chenfeng. The right is a little spice for hard work.

can see that their boss often goes to help for these two people who put down the business in the store, so righteous, there must be one of them who is her true love.

So the clerks began to make wonderful betting conjectures.

Most of the people bet on Su Chenfeng, judging from their daily interactions, Su Daxing is gentle and elegant, a warm man, and a handsome guy, and almost all the female clerks are fascinated by him.

If Boss An can really be a pair with Su Chenfeng, they will be the closest clerks to the big star.

There are only a few back kitchens, and Qiao Wenhan is betting on him for only one reason: Qiao is always very rich.

An Xiaoxi didn't notice that the people below were making fun of her, and she sighed every day, the atmosphere in the store is getting better and better, everyone is talking and laughing, and the relationship is more harmonious and harmonious than other restaurants.

“hello！”

An Xiaoxi's phone rang, and he knew that it was Su Chenfeng just by listening to the beginning, and the clerks who were betting on Qiao Wenhan were inexplicably ridiculed by others.

Su Chenfeng ended his business trip and would come to pick up An Xiaoxi in the evening, and the two of them would pick up the wind alone.

"Mm-hmm, I'm ready to wait for you."

An Xiaoxi hung up the phone, and the clerks hurriedly put away their gossip expressions and continued to work pretendingly.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, it is necessary to prepare for dinner.

As far away as the continent of Europa, Qiao Wenhan has eaten three meals of chips and fried fish in a row since yesterday.

The standard British cuisine made the emperor's tongue Qiao Wenhan unable to resist. Originally, I booked a Cantonese restaurant and reminisced with my old classmates, but the company couldn't leave because of something. You can only use chips and fish again to deal with a meal.

"Hey! I want to order a happy fried rice, pack it and deliver it to London. ”

Qiao Wenhan sent a voice message to An Xiaoxi, like a stone sinking into the sea.

An Xiaoxi still hasn't forgiven him, and the unprecedented sense of loneliness is attacking his heart that has only healed from his serious injuries. Whether it's the conversation just now, or the Eastern European girls on the street, how many or as many as you want, but An Xiaoxi, there is only one.

The person who can make him comfortable from heart to stomach seems to be the only one An Xiaoxi.

If An Xiaoxi can't be recovered, Qiao Wenhan doesn't know how he will continue to live in the future. The arrogance in his bones, the loneliness in his heart, this noble son is more afraid of loneliness than anyone else.

It's just a hard mouth, don't say it.

"If you don't reply to my message, I'll run away with the British woman."

Send another message.

There is not even a sign of "read". Qiao Wenhan slammed the table hard, and a piece of fish was knocked down by the force of his palm.

He himself was just as embarrassed and as a failure as the fish.

……

As the sun set, after An Xiaoxi arranged the business of the two stores, he decided to go to the secret café to prepare first, and let Su Chenfeng come over directly.

If he goes to the store again, he will definitely cause a lot of trouble with his current popularity.

Skillfully washing his hands, tying his apron, and preparing to send a message to Su Chenfeng, he saw Qiao Wenhan's message bombardment in a row. All were posted an hour ago.

Estimating that it should be the morning in London, An Xiaoxi shook his head, and saw that this invincible Qiao Wenhan had become like this now, and his heart was inexplicably happy.

Qiao Wenhan, who bullied everyone in the past, also has today.

Qiao Wenhan, who had so many contract lovers in the past, also has today.

An Xiaoxi looked up and laughed alone in the café, and after the evil anger in his heart came out, he unconsciously opened those messages repeatedly.

It's like reminiscing about something, and there is an indescribable sympathy that arises.

Just like the rainy night when she and Qiao Wenhan met for the first time, Qiao Wenhan's lonely and lonely eyes clearly emitted an SOS distress signal, so that An Xiaoxi couldn't help but care for him.

An Xiaoxi fell into deep memories, about the time between her and Qiao Wenhan.

The water in the pot boiled, and the steaming water rushed into her face, and then she jerked open the lid of the pot, and was almost scalded by the spurting water.

Sure enough, the days with Qiao Wenhan are not memories that can be erased so easily.

And Qiao Wenhan himself is not an existence that she can deliberately avoid.

In London, Qiao Wenhan had already packed up and was ready to fight against the old-fashioned British woman again.

Sitting in the leather seat behind the Rolls-Royce Phantom, Qiao Wenhan showed a relaxed smile.

Because he found out and sent a message to An Xiaoxi.

Became "Read"

There's nothing more refreshing than this kind of information, and even if you eat fish and chips that you vomit, you will instantly have a better taste.

"Mr. Qiao? Mr. Qiao? ”

Secretary Qin looked at Qiao Wenhan with a smile on his face, stupid. Coughed embarrassedly a few times and whispered a reminder.

The car stopped, and it was another uphill battle.