The younger brother is fierce: the male god walks a bit crazy

Su Jingxing got out of the car first, followed by Meng Zhuyao. After the group returned to the room, Su Jingxing took the contract and looked at it for more than half an hour, and made adjustments to the details. Then he turned off the computer and ended the communication.

"Xiao Jing, let's go out at night!" Meng Zhuyao had already gone back to her room and changed into a casual outfit.

"Where do you want to go?"

Meng Zhuyao rested her chin in thought: "There are so many places I want to go, why don't we go shopping first?"

"Are you sure it's just shopping?" Su Jingxing reminded, "Don't want to eat something you haven't eaten?"

"..." Meng Zhuyao was speechless: "Why do you still remember this episode!"

The corners of Su Jingxing's lips raised, and he said lightly, "Change into clothes, let me take you to eat French food, and go shopping by the way."

"Humph!"

Although Meng Zhuyao was dissatisfied with Su Jingxing's remarks, she immediately went back to the room, changed her clothes, and followed him out.

The two went to the most famous restaurant in Paris. Meng Zhuyao looked at the menu and ordered a few dishes that looked good.

"What's the matter? Don't you have any appetite?" Su Jingxing watched Meng Zhuyao move his chopsticks a few times, and he no longer had any desire to eat.

This is not like her usual style of eating.

Normally Meng Zhuyao, if she sees delicious food, she will eat it.

Meng Zhuyao put down the knife and fork: "I don't like the smell, I think it smells fishy."

Su Jingxing thinks about it too. French cuisine pays attention to the freshness of ingredients, is loyal to the original flavor and respects nature. Meng Zhuyao likes strong flavors, so she may not be used to this taste.

"There seems to be a Chinese restaurant nearby, why don't we go eat Chinese food!"

Meng Zhuyao pursed her lips and looked at Su Jingxing: "I really want to eat hot pot!"

"But at this place and at this time, probably not!" Su Jingxing was a little embarrassed. This is France, not City A. Europeans like to eat sweets, and spicy things are rarely eaten.

"How about we make it ourselves." Meng Zhuyao looked at Su Jingxing expectantly. The room they lived in had a kitchen.

"Do you know?"

Meng Zhuyao nodded proudly: "When I was young, I was with my grandmother, and we cooked hot pot every Chinese New Year. This is my specialty."

"Okay, then let's go buy ingredients."

Su Jingxing drove Meng Zhuyao to a nearby supermarket to buy some food ingredients, because European supermarkets did not have hot pot base ingredients, so Meng Zhuyao had no choice but to buy some ingredients for the base material, and then went back to make it by herself, and bought a lot of vegetables and beer.

Eating hot pot and drinking beer is the best thing ever.

When Meng Zhuyao returned to the hotel, she began to wash and scrub, and Su Jingxing followed suit. After a while, the smell of hot pot soup came from the room.

"Go and call Assistant Wang and the others. They probably haven't slept yet." After Meng Zhuyao finished everything, she saw that it was only after nine o'clock, so she said to Su Jingxing.

Su Jingxing nodded, and went to call all the people in his group over.

A few people are very happy with the hot pot, after all, in a foreign country, you can eat such down-to-earth food.

"The bottom material I made is quite spicy, can you eat it?" Meng Zhuyao asked worriedly over and over again.

Assistant Wang nodded: "Ms. Meng doesn't know, I'm from Chongqing, maybe I eat spicy food."

"Yes, we can all do it." Several other people also nodded.

"That's good." Meng Zhuyao went to the kitchen with a smile and brought over the washed vegetables: "I bought a lot of vegetables, you must eat them with open arms."

"Miss Meng, if I knew you made hot pot, I wouldn't eat it at night." Assistant Wang looked frustrated, "Xiao Song has to eat that sweet thing at night, it makes my stomach feel uncomfortable."

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one who thinks so."

Xiao Song said: "It's not that my girlfriend insists on saying that French food is delicious. I'm thinking that I must try it after a business trip!"

"You can slap your bestie in the face when you go back." Meng Zhuyao said costly: "By the way, did you go shopping after finishing work today?"

"No, I plan to go the day after tomorrow. It doesn't end in the morning the day after tomorrow. Our evening flight is going to go in the afternoon. Does Mr. Meng want to go together?" Xiao Song asked.

Xiao Song is a very young girl. She just graduated this year and entered the Su family. This is the first time she has gone abroad.

"Okay, I've wanted to go for a long time." Meng Zhuyao agreed happily: "My little assistant even made a shopping list for me, and asked me to bring it for me."

……

The atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious, Meng Zhuyao took the initiative to find topics, Xiao Song was also more lively and cheerful, and several other people were able to chat well, only Su Jingxing didn't speak much, and didn't eat much, and spent most of the time helping Meng Zhuyao Hot dishes.

Meng Zhuyao liked spicy food very much, and she kept sticking out her tongue when it was so spicy. In the end, Su Jingxing asked worriedly: "Eat less, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay." Meng Zhuyao waved his hand, and picked up a chopstick for Su Jingxing: "You eat too, I think you eat very little."

"it is good."

"Thank you for today!" Su Jingxing said.

Meng Zhuyao raised the wine glass in front of her and touched Su Jingxing lightly, showing a heartfelt smile: "Now do you think I'm amazing!"

"Yes, super powerful."

Su Jingxing looked at the bright smile on Meng Zhuyao's face, and there was an imperceptible sway in his eyes.

It seems that it has been a long time since I saw Meng Zhuyao's smile like this.

The hot pot was very enjoyable, and the fighting strength of the five people was not bad. Meng Zhuyao bought a lot of vegetables, but they were all eaten up.

The funniest thing was that while Xiao Song was clutching his stomach saying he couldn't eat anymore, he was still putting food into his mouth. Meng Zhuyao was really amused by this little girl.

After eating, several people worked together to clean up the tableware and the dining room.

Meng Zhuyao felt that she smelled like hot pot after eating, so after the other three left, she said good night to Su Jingxing, and went directly to her room to take a comfortable bath.

As soon as I dried my hair, my phone rang. It was Meng Yuzhou's call.

"Yaoyao..." Meng Yuzhou's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dad told me that you went abroad to relax."

"Well, I'm bored by myself, and I'm in a lot of turmoil, so I went abroad to relax." Meng Zhuyao said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Longhua's matter is my fault. But Yaoyao, I didn't intend to hide it from you, so... sorry, I will tell you everything in the future, don't get angry with me, okay?"

Meng Yuzhou's voice on the other end of the phone was very deep, and Meng Zhuyao could even hear a trace of sadness and pleading in the words.

Meng Zhuyao thought for a while and replied: "Brother, I just hope that you will regard me as a member of the Meng family. The Meng family is my father's lifelong effort, and we all want to run it well."

"I know."

"No, you don't know." Meng Zhuyao interrupted Meng Yuzhou coldly: "I don't care what you think, but I am now the CEO of Mengshi, and I hope you can respect me."

"..."

What Meng Zhuyao answered was a long silence on the other end of the phone. She could only hear Meng Yuzhou's breathing to judge that the other party hadn't hung up the phone.

"Brother, I am willing to reconcile and enter the Meng family to come to you. I regard you as my own, but you always treat me as an outsider." Meng Zhuyao said sadly: "So I am very disappointed."

When Meng Zhuyao said he was disappointed, Meng Yuzhou's heart skipped a beat, as if something had fallen into the bottom of a deep lake.

He has always hoped to get along well with Meng Zhuyao, even though he knew that Meng Zhuyao's purpose of entering the Meng family was not pure, he didn't care at all.

As long as he thinks that he can see Meng Zhuyao and her smile every day at work, he will feel very satisfied.

So many times, Meng Yuzhou was unwilling to expose some things to Meng Zhuyao. In his heart, she should be pure and innocent and should not deal with these things.

"Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I didn't handle it well."

Meng Zhuyao said: "It's not you, brother, I want to be quiet and don't contact me for now. I'll go back to the company after I've sorted out my mentality."

"Okay, then call me when you want to go back to China, and I will pick you up."

"Well, that's it, I'll hang up first."

"Yaoyao..." Meng Yuzhou wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

It was Meng Zhuyao who said coldly: "Brother, I hope you really see me as your future partner, not because of my identity."

After finishing speaking, without giving Meng Yuzhou a chance to refute, he hung up the phone.

This is what Su Jinlan said, put a long line to catch big fish.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Zhuyao casually found a movie and watched it, and gradually fell asleep after a while.

Sleeping until midnight, Meng Zhuyao was awakened by the sound in the living room.

Meng Zhuyao turned on the light in the room, put away the tablet that was still playing movies, and got out of bed to see what was going on.

Pushing open the horizontal door, Meng Zhuyao only saw Su Jingxing bending over to pick up the broken glass on the ground, slowly put it into the trash can, stood up, covered his stomach with one hand, and poured himself a glass of water .

Under the dim light, Su Jingxing's face looked very pale.

Is Su Jingxing sick?

Thinking of this, Meng Zhuyao hurriedly opened the door and walked out: "Xiao Jing, is there something wrong with you?"

"fine."

"Is it a stomachache?" Meng Zhuyao looked at the position where Su Jingxing was holding his stomach, and asked worriedly.

Su Jingxing didn't speak, Meng Zhuyao knew that she must have guessed right.

How can I have an upset stomach? Is it because of the hot pot at night?

But Su Jingxing didn't eat much, and several other people ate, so wouldn't there be uncleanness?
"Xiaojing, can't you eat spicy food?"

Su Jingxing nodded: "I seldom eat spicy food, but occasionally I can't control it."

Meng Zhuyao was speechless, this occasionally meant that when she wanted to eat hot pot, Su Jingxing would definitely not refuse it!
"I'll take you to the hospital."

"It's okay, I'll just drink some water." Su Jingxing refused, it was so late and he didn't want to run back and forth.