Song Qingchun clasped his hands together, put on a well-behaved little appearance, and read flattering words in his small mouth: "Su Zhinian, I beg you, hurry up, hurry, please...... Smecta ...... Oba ......"

Su Zhinian took a deep breath, and made a pause expression at Song Qingchun with some unbearable expressions, and then turned his head and looked at the waiter, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then Song Qingchun saw that the waiter who was originally sitting in the opposite direction for her suddenly turned around and walked towards the table where she and Su Zhinian were sitting.

The waiter stood in front of the table, put down the corn juice, and when he stood up, he smiled gently and kindly at Song Qingchun: "Miss Song Qingchun, I wish you a happy meal." ”

Song Qingchun knew that this was what Su Zhinian said to her because she controlled other people's consciousness, but she still pretended to be unaware, smiled at the waiter, and replied politely: "Thank you." ”

The waiter smiled at Song Qingchun and turned to leave, but she hadn't taken two steps before the person stopped.

Song Qingchun glanced at Su Zhinian, the man's eyebrows and eyes were already stretched, and his expression was indifferent as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Song Qingchun knew that Su Zhinian had given up the control of the waiter at this time, she worked hard to press the corners of her lips that were constantly rising, and said to the waiter: "Waiter? ”

The waiter, who was standing with his back to her, turned around slowly, and the expression on his face was a little dazed.

Song Qingchun supported his chin with one hand, pointed to the corn juice on the table with the other, and reminded in a gentle tone: "Is this wrong?" We don't have points. ”

The waiter looked at the table she was going to in confusion, then turned her head to look at Song Qingchun's table, frowned, and didn't understand what was going on, so she hurriedly stepped forward and apologized while picking up the corn juice: "Sir, Miss, I'm really sorry, it was my mistake." ”

"It's okay." Song Qingchun replied with a smile, and she waited until the waiter turned around and left a distance with corn juice before she couldn't help but laugh.

……

After eating, Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian went downstairs to the shopping area.

Song Qingchun first picked a brand that he usually liked.

The sales lady who received her and Su Zhinian, seeing that Su Zhinian was wearing a suit with a lot of money, thought that she had received a big customer, her eyes seemed to be shining, and every time Song Qingchun walked in front of a goods, she tried her best to sell it.

From Song Qingchun's first step into the store to the dry mouth introduced by the sales lady, he never said a word from beginning to end.

The sales lady saw that the two of them were about to go around the store, but there was no sign of buying anything, and she became a little discouraged.

In silence, Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian, accompanied by the sales lady, circled back to the door of the store.

Su Zhinian thought that Song Qingchun didn't fancy something, so he took graceful and calm steps, walked towards the door of the store, and after taking two steps, he realized that the girl had stopped at some point.

He paused, turned his head with some confusion, and looked at Song Qingchun: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Qingchun stood in place, looking at him fixedly, not responding to his inquiry, and not stepping towards him.