Yu Zongting helped her take off her coat, turned around and handed it to the servant, pulled out the chair and watched her sit down before he walked to the opposite position and took a seat.

For historical reasons, Christmas Eve in the port area is more lively than in the mainland.

Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the bustling streets are lit up with neon colors on both sides, and the pine green Christmas knots are dotted with plants and trees.

Cheng Xilu retracted his gaze, his gaze returned to the right, and slowly greeted the man.

In silence, Yu Zongting looked at her gently, and did not speak, as if he gave her the opportunity to speak first.

She settled her mind and was silent for a moment before revealing her first true emotion tonight: "Is this meal deliberate for Mr. Yu for a long time, or is it improvised?" ”

The tone is gentle, but the eyes are so transparent.

Yu Zongting's expression was calm, and after looking at her for a few seconds, he asked seriously and in a low voice, "Tell me, do you like it or not?" ”

"I like it." She smiled lightly, "This is the first sea of flowers I have received in my life. ”

And it is the rarest variety.

It represents cherishing and care.

"I'm honored." Yu Zongting tapped his chin, lowered his eyes and whispered softly: "Other than that, you only like flowers?" ”

Cheng Xilu's heart almost trembled for him.

Without a positive answer, she commented pertinently: "The flowers are beautiful." ”

The people are not bad, either.

The last four words, I couldn't say it.

Sometimes, she is not necessarily the kind of person who takes a step and she follows the person who takes a step.

That's right.

The conversation was temporarily interrupted, and a professional came over to make a dish.

is an Italian chef.

Cheng Xilu speaks good English and can still understand Yu Zongting's communication with the other party.

When it comes to the choice of wine to accompany the table, she speaks out at the right time: "Cinzano is fine, not too strong." ”

Cinzano is a sweet sparkling wine with a low alcohol content that is within the controllable range of her safest drinks.

This made Yu Zongting think of the night in the Hot Spring Villa.

And, hanging in the cloakroom, the white shirt with hawthorn lips printed on it.

During the meal, the two tacitly did not continue the topic just now, quiet and elegant, this is the most comfortable environment that Cheng Xilu has ever experienced.

On Christmas Eve, at 8 o'clock on time, fireworks were set off in Victoria Harbour.

From this vantage point, the view is excellent, and the starlight is scattered across the night sky, which is extremely beautiful.

The table has been replaced with fruit and desserts.

Cheng Xilu took a small sip of cherry cablo, the sweetness of sea salt grew and spread on the tip of his tongue, his eyes fell on the fireworks outside the window, his eyes were focused, and the sweetness went straight down his throat into his heart.

Later, in the fifteen minutes when the fireworks went off, Yu Zongting accompanied her to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and enjoy it quietly.

Exactly.

It was she who was watching the scene.

He was looking at her.

"Mr. Yu, have you ever watched fireworks with others before?" Cheng Xilu asked suddenly.

After being silent for two seconds, Yu Zongting said: "No, but I don't know if I can have this opportunity in the future." ”

"Thank you." She thanked softly: "This is the second first time that Mr. Yu gave me. ”

What does the first one refer to.

It was not said.

But in their hearts, the two can tacitly give a common answer.

Twilight is getting thicker.

I don't know what time it is, but the night sky outside the window is silent.

The fireworks were so hot that they still couldn't hide the fact that they were short-lived.

From six o'clock to eight o'clock, it seems long, but it is not very fun.

It's not fun, but it's over.

She knew that he would most likely choose to stop tonight.

Yu Sheng, who is high on top, is always so calm and calm in everything.

Including the treatment of women.

But Cheng Xilu felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and quietly changed his mind in his heart.

Before leaving, Yu Zongting took the coat from the waiter and put it on her with his own hands.

As her shoulders warmed, her feet in high heels rose slightly, her white fingers on the crook of his arm, and she pressed slightly hard to clench the folds on the sleeves of his shirt.

With her eyes closed, her breath followed the beating heartbeat in her chest, carrying the clean breath of his body, slowly approaching, suffocating on the verge of entanglement.