Shen Qiang knew that persuasion was helpless, so she lowered her eyes and played with her mobile phone.

One of the headphones was in his hand and the other was still in his ear, and she looked out the window, not paying attention, but she could clearly hear him communicating in a pure and fluent English accent.

She groaned, two thoughts surging through her.

One is that he's really busy.

Second, I have to admit that aside from the past prejudices, he is really excellent, this excellence does not rely on the favorable conditions given by the Song family, but Song Boli's personal ability is also outstanding, he has never been like other sons, immersed in the life of drunken gold fans, and has never liked to talk about yellow cavities and women, let alone exchange women for more to give himself a long face.

He has his own set of thinking logic, doing things and being a man, and has his own set of heart-wrenching skills, once he identifies something, he will definitely get it.

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When he parked the car, Song Boli had already finished the meeting and turned off his iPad.

It wasn't until she got out of the car that Shen Qiang knew that she was not going to eat porridge city, but to eat hot pot, she turned her head and asked at Song Boli, but she didn't speak, but her eyes had already asked him.

Song Boli was also good-tempered, and while putting away his mobile phone, he didn't need her to ask, and explained: "I see that in the software you gave me, I have bookmarked this hot pot restaurant, let's try the taste together." ”

He put her first again, and it seemed to have become his habit.

"This is very spicy," Shen Qiang said mercilessly, "You can't get used to it, and it's not suitable for you to eat." ”

This shop is loved by young people, and the prices are fair, but don't expect the ingredients to be good.

This inappropriate sentence was not made up by Shen Qiang, but the truth.

When Shen Qiang was with Song Boli before, he once took him to eat a hot pot, but that hot pot was not like this, with fat beef rolls and a few slices of hairy belly, but a private room served by a special person, which could overlook the beautiful scenery of the entire port city, with the lights on and accompanied by beautiful piano music. Blanching, picking, the chef cutting the best Wagyu beef in front of the face, and processing the seafood in person, which is also the bottom of the medicinal pot that she eats for the first time. After a meal, the price was close to seven figures, which made her remember it vividly.

"You're too sure," Song Boli chuckled, deliberately misinterpreting Shen Qiang's meaning, and took her into the ditch: "But thank you for thinking about me, remember my taste, try it, what if I can like spicy food?" ”

Shen Qiang chose Congee City out of politeness, not out of remembering that he liked to accommodate him, but he insisted on doing so, if she still insisted on Congee City, she would really be considerate of him.

She should not be a woman who is considerate of him.

Distressed that a man has been unlucky for three lifetimes, she glanced at Song Boli, said in a light tone, "Okay, then let's eat this." ”

She paused and added, "If you can't eat it, just say, don't hold it hard." ”

Song Boli rarely saw her "little man with ambition", raised the corners of his mouth silently, and followed her in.

The decoration of hot pot restaurants is generally darker, and Shen Qiang chose a more window-side location.

The waiter took the menu to Shen Qiang, she handed it to Song Boli first, and said, "Look at what you like to eat." ”

Shen Qiang didn't know if Song Boli could accept this "inferior" ingredient. Song Boli didn't take it, but gave Shen Qiang the first order, everyone is the same, Shen Qiang ordered some hot pot must-eat dishes, and then ordered this house's signature Mianmian Ice, which can be regarded as a check-in.

Shen Qiang handed the ordering tablet to Song Boli, he took it and tinkered with it on the tablet.

It wasn't until when it was served that Shen Qiang knew that he hadn't ordered anything, but replaced the mandarin duck pot she had ordered with a pure butter spicy pot that she had specially taken care of him. Shen Qiang lowered his eyes, not understanding why he wanted to do this.

The hot smell of the hot pot restaurant wafted everywhere, and the dishes on their table were also on the table, Shen Qiang picked up the bowl to spice the seasoning, and Song Boli also asked her for a copy of the same configuration.

Her dipping sauce remains the same, millet is spicy as the base, minced garlic occupies two-thirds of the whole bowl, then the coriander and soy sauce are stirred well, and the rest is poured with vinegar.

Shen Qiang responded to Song Boli's request and adjusted the same paragraph, which she referred to as the all-purpose dipping sauce.

The fat cow was boiled in the soup, but Shen Qiang didn't take care of Song Boli, and each one was hot.

Song Boli was calm, dressed in a high-end suit that was enough to buy this hot pot restaurant, sat straight on a wooden stool, took out a piece of fat beef from the bottom of the red oil pot that was very spicy at first glance, and dipped it in the seasoning that Shen Qiang gave him.

I don't know if it's spicy or soured by dipping sauce.

His skin is cold and white, he is born with the temperament of a noble son, and his skin is a little red when he eats spicy food, and he rarely shows this embarrassed look.

Shen Qiang suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth, this way of eating is not something ordinary people can eat.

She admitted that she was also a little selfish, smiled in her eyes, and said: "The bottom of this pot is medium spicy, I said that you are not suitable for eating, and ordinary people can't eat my seasoning." ”

Song Boli lost his temper for only three seconds, and the chili pepper and the pepper made his emotions boil a little, and he chuckled: "It turns out that you like to be jealous so much." ”

Chen vinegar said different feelings in his mouth, as if she really liked to be jealous. With just one sentence, he made Shen Qiang smile.

See, she'll never have the upper hand.

Song Boli is a native of Hong Kong, a real south, and his diet is extremely light. This was the first time he really experienced the taste of spicy food, and he couldn't put it into words, but his stomach was already very uncomfortable.

Starting from the fat cow, the vegetables had to be cooked in a spicy pot, his eyes and thin lips were slightly red, his throat began to be on fire, and the sweat on his forehead was even more fine, but the good dining etiquette made him try his best to restrain his discomfort.

He held on and accompanied Shen Qiang to finish the hot pot.

When I walked out of the store, I had a bad smell of hot pot.

Shen Qiang glanced at him sideways.

Song Boli gentlemanly picked up a tissue to wipe off the fine beads of sweat that came out of his forehead, and then used his thin red lips, a little embarrassed, but pretended to be calm and said to Shen Qiang: "Do you still think I'm not suitable now?" ”

Shen Qiang's footsteps paused, and her heart trembled.

From the time he rushed back to eat this meal, to the time when he thought about her everywhere, he didn't choose his own eating habits to eat Qingtan, but picked what she had collected for a long time but didn't eat. Even if the quality of the ingredients does not match what he usually eats, it is still to accommodate her to eat things that he is not used to.

He wouldn't be as high-minded as before□□ saying that he would pay for it and invite her to eat what he thought was high-quality and worthy of his status, such as a seven-figure hot pot.

He allowed her to be fully involved in the two of them.

He respects any decision she makes, any choice.

I don't know when he has been accommodating to her mind.

Obviously, his living habits have changed for her, but he is not displeased at all, but will try his best to hide his discomfort, pretending to be relaxed and asking her, do you still think he is not suitable?

Shen Qiang reacted suddenly, it turned out that he was uncomfortable and uncomfortable after eating the spicy pot, just because of her sentence that he was not suitable.

He was telling her with his actions that he was not inappropriate.

Even if there were, he would try to become the right fit for her.

Shen Qiang didn't know how to answer the topic of his inappropriateness when asked so seriously for a while.

It's obviously a hot pot to ask, but she always feels that something is wrong...

He used to like to use this calm tone to carry her into the ambiguous ditch.

The two of them walked to the back row of the 1st car in Hong Kong, and Shen Qiang, who was full of food and drink, planned to get the filigree inlay. This look is to prepare to leave.

Song Boli stood behind him and reminded gently: "It's not half past ten o'clock now." ”

He asked her on a text message

- Your time is mine, from now until twelve, right?

Shen Qiang reacted to what he meant.

He engaged in this assault, and with this sentence, it was as if a pit had already been dug for her.

There was still an hour and a half left, and she didn't want to go on an after-dinner date with him.

Shen Qiang looked back, and played a serious trick: "I invited you to dinner and expressed my gratitude for your help, although it is not twelve o'clock, but I still have to go back to continue to catch up with the map, Song Dong should not be so arbitrary, right?" ”

Obviously, he said it, but now he blames him for being arbitrary.

The pot was given to him on his back, reversed black and white.

Song Boli was angry, but he could only smile. But since she didn't want to, he didn't want to be too forceful, so he had no choice but to take a step back and said, "Then it's okay to send you back, right?" ”

Shen Qiang acquiesced and went to Hong Kong 1.

As soon as he went up, Secretary Chen turned his head to Song Boli in a businesslike tone, and said, "Song Dong, is the meeting in country O arranged to be held only when it arrives, or is it part of it on the plane first?" ”

Shen Qiang lowered her eyes, it turned out that she was not only busy, he also needed to fly back to Country O to deal with the work delayed today. He really came back for one of her meals, and she said that she would stay with him until twelve o'clock, but she still played tricks and let him go for an hour and a half.

Shen Qiang was a little embarrassed, she looked out the window, pretending not to hear.

Song Boli couldn't see what she meant.

But work also needs to be busy, and he can't take time to spend time with her, although he wants to, he retracts his afterglow and says, "Let's go on the plane." ”

When Hong Kong 1 arrived at the end of the street, Song Boli insisted on taking her to the door of the store.

When she was in the car, she understood that he was very busy, and she also understood that she had released the pigeons for an hour and a half, which was the time he had managed to find out, and she did not refuse, and said, "Okay, thank you." ”

She pointed to the Rose Manor in the car and said, "Give you back, your things." ”

When she got out of the car, she deliberately didn't take the bouquet of roses.

He gave her flowers, but she was embarrassed to take them, a little embarrassed, and a little afraid that the bouquet had other intentions.

But Song Boli did not accommodate her on this point, handed her the flowers, and learned her words: "Give it to you, your things,"

Shen Qiang could only hold the flowers.

Song Boli took the filigree inlay and walked towards Junhe together.

It's still the same alley, dimly lit and shrouded in the waning moon.

When she came to the familiar alley, she would always think of the question he asked that night if she could pursue her, after all, Shen Qiang was holding the flower he gave her in her hand, and she always remembered the things he said today that were inappropriate and accommodating to her.

Thinking of this, she was actually a little scared, and he brought up the topic again.

In order to prevent Song Boli from bringing up the topic of the last time again, she opened her mouth first, broke the silence, and said, "Don't do this again in the future." ”

Song Boli was curious and asked, "Which one?" ”

"I came back for a meal and accommodated me everywhere," she actually didn't want to believe that the flowers were celebrating the end of her interview, because the flowers were ambiguous, not to mention that she only said on the show today that the confession should start with a bouquet of flowers.

Shen Qiang told the truth and said: "I don't like others to accommodate what I change for me, and I don't like others to give up anything for me, I will have a burden." I can't give you the answer you want. ”

This time, she made it clear.

Song Boli did not have the distress and embarrassment of being rejected.

He didn't stop, quietly understood her thoughts, smiled faintly, and said, "I sent you flowers just because I wanted to congratulate you on the successful conclusion of the interview, and I accommodated you just because I followed my heart." ”

"I don't think it's worth or can't do to take the time to take a break from your busy work, on the contrary, you have become my concern." Song Boli lowered his eyes, seeing that she was still so sensitive and inferior, he sighed lightly: "I haven't cared about the feelings of a person, so please don't feel that this is your burden." ”

He tried to unravel her and change her careful thinking of inferiority complex, "You can change your mind, for example, you made me have a concern, let me enjoy this feeling of concern, and also let me learn how to protect a person and maintain a relationship, so you taught me, not me who burdened you." ”

"You're my little teacher."

There was always one of his three sentences teasing her.

He praised her, Shen Qiang was a little unnatural, and she was used to subconsciously retorting, "I'm not your teacher, the two of us are different, I'm just an ordinary person." ”

When she denies the praise of others, she unconsciously likes to make herself ordinary, although Shen Qiang is not like this in her career, she tries her best to hide the inferiority complex and sensitivity in her heart, but it is undoubtedly revealed here in Song Boli.

When Song Boli heard this, he stopped, looked at her very seriously, and didn't continue to play dumb riddles, and said bluntly: "I don't know why you always deny yourself, thinking that your existence has caused trouble to anyone, but I want you to know that you have never caused me trouble, and you are worthy of my concern." ”