Kiss her 90,000 times

In the evening, Shi Wan didn't eat much, thinking that after the filming of the night's filming, she could finish work early and only fill her stomach a little. As a result, the director added another scene temporarily, and the time was delayed until after nine o'clock.

Fu Conglin sent her a message, saying that it was in the underground parking lot and asked her to come over after it was over.

When Shi Wan sneaked around and rushed to the parking lot, she didn't see Fu Conglin's car.

A car light not far away turned on, and Shi Wan trotted forward, opened the car door and got in.

She didn't forget to fasten her seat belt this time.

"Why did you change cars?"

Fu Conglin watched her sneaking all the way, and raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Aren't you avoiding suspicion?"

"..." Well, he just wants to be self-willed.

"Wait for a long time?"

After searching all the way, Shi Wan was a little tired, adjusted the seat, and lay on her back.

"It didn't take long, I came here ten minutes ago."

Shi Wan urged: "Then hurry up, I'm hungry."

Fu Conglin started the engine, glanced sideways at her, "Didn't eat?"

"I ate a little, and I saved my stomach for a big meal."

Fu Conglin smiled softly, "What kind of feast is French food?"

It's just something with high consumption and little food.

Shi Wan blinked: "Eat is to enjoy."

I'm ashamed to say that Shi Wan was an ignorant female college student who couldn't tell the difference between a knife and a fork with her left and right hands.

I rarely go to high-end hotels or western restaurants.

When Fu Conglin took him to the western restaurant for the first time,
I can't tell how well done the steak needs to be, and what Fu Conglin ordered, she just wants to be the same as him repeatedly.

The unskilled one quietly followed Fu Conglin to learn how to use a knife and fork, his hands seemed to be clumsy, and he was very stiff in drawing a gourd.

She looked at Fu Conglin's slender and beautiful hands, and her flowing movements, and she followed suit.

After all, it can't compare to a man's practice makes perfect, gentle and noble.

When Shi Wan slashed down, the knife and fork followed the porcelain white plate, and made a sharp sound when they touched and slid.

At that moment, Shi Wan froze on the seat, blushing, not daring to look up at Fu Conglin.

The surrounding area is obviously relatively hidden, but she feels that mocking eyes from all directions are falling on her, all of which are ridiculed and contemptuous.

Especially the cold and indifferent eyes of the man opposite, Shi Wan only felt ashamed and embarrassed.

He said sorry in a low voice.

Can't wait to make a hole in the ground so that I can get in.

Fu Conglin didn't say anything, just reached out and moved the plate in front of Shi Wan, silently cut the steak for her, and then pushed it back.

During this period, the man's expression was indifferent, and Shi Wan's embarrassment was not pierced.

Then he said in a flat voice: "Eat, don't worry, take your time."

Later, Shi Wan secretly learned western food etiquette by herself, and when Fu Conglin asked her to go to a western restaurant again, Shi Wan was very kind.

Fu Conglin saw it, but didn't ask any questions.

Only inadvertently took her when she stumbled occasionally, protecting her young, immature, fragile and trembling self-esteem.

Fu Conglin taught Shi Wan many things, ranging from pre-dinner etiquette to social vision.

At a very impulsive age, Shi Wan fell in love with a man who did not belong to her world. With her full of joy and childish affection, she gained a place beside Fu Conglin.

When you like a person, you are willing to accept all the good things about him, and you will also see the bad things about him, but just because you like him, you accept them all.

……

When we got to the place to eat, Shi Wan was still hiding.

Fu Conglin couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to hold her hand naturally, "There will be no paparazzi around here."

"What if?"

Shi Wan subconsciously broke free from his hand, the man held it tightly, walked steadily, and looked down at her, "It's nothing in case."

Shi Wan didn't seem to be arguing with him, so she felt uncomfortable, and whispered: "There are still [-]."

Fu Conglin lost his temper by her words, and squeezed her fingers warningly, "Don't make trouble."

After taking her seat, Shi Wan watched the flickering candlelight, and then looked at the night scene outside the window.

Not long after, the waiter came over with a bouquet of flowers.

Shi Wan's attention was attracted, she turned her head to look, and saw the bouquet of champagne roses falling in front of her.

Shi Wan was slightly surprised, "For me?"

Fu Conglin said, "Didn't you have a request?"

Shi Wan was also ashamed to say that at that time, she was just angry because she was being slandered, so she deliberately vented her anger on Fu Conglin and deliberately made things difficult for him.

Shi Wan fiddled with the delicate petals in her hand, and was about to say thank you to him.

Suddenly feeling that the packaging looked familiar, he frowned slightly, looked at Fu Conglin, and hesitated to speak.

The man was very calm, met her puzzled gaze, and casually nodded slightly: "What's wrong?"

Shi Wan cleared her throat, "Don't you think this flower looks familiar?"

"Where does it look familiar?"

Shi Wan carefully looked at the packaging of the bouquet again, and she was right, it was the same one that Fu Conglin sent over during the Qixi Festival before, and it was exactly the same.

Tiffany blue wrapping paper.

"fine."

Shi Wan thought it might be a coincidence, so she stopped thinking about it, but the moment she raised her eyes, she saw Fu Conglin's playful expression, which was half a smile.

As soon as Shi Wan's brain became hot, she knew that she was being tricked.

Immediately, I felt angry, "Is this necessary? It's just a bunch of flowers. If you don't want to give it to me, you won't force it."

I have to use the packaging style I sent to perfuse her.

Fu Conglin looked serious: "What kind?"

Shi Wan was annoyed, "Just pretend you understand and pretend to be confused, I'm too lazy to tell you."

After a pause, he muttered again: "Are all men so stingy?"

Fu Conglin heard it, and squinted slightly, looking a little dangerous, "All?"

"Who else."

Shi Wan was just passing by. Seeing that Fu Conglin was unhappy, she was happy, and she also pretended to be confused, and blinked innocently, "What are you talking about, I don't understand why."

Fu Conglin snorted coldly, and looked at Shi Wan's complacent gesture.

The wrapping paper was indeed chosen by Fu Conglin, but instead of Tiffany blue, he picked a similar color, mint green.

Men sometimes like to care about such small things.

In particular, when Fu Conglin sent flowers to Shi Wan, she never got a good look from her.

There is still a small revenge secretly hidden in my heart.

During the meal, the man moved gracefully and did not speak.

Shi Wan looked and looked, and stopped when he caught his wandering gaze, "What are you looking at?"

Shi Wan commented: "It's a sanctimonious appearance."

Fu Conglin laughed, "What?"

Shi Wan: "I call you a hypocrite."

"What happened to you?"

Shi Wan said: "I once saw you and Song Banxia in Feiyu Restaurant, and they were meticulous and appropriate."

At that time, Fu Conglin was on a business trip for a month, and he did not expect to see him again at the Feiyu Restaurant with Song Banxia.

After she finished speaking, her face turned cold, and for some reason she remembered to blurt out.

Fu Conglin frowned slightly, not knowing why the topic came up here, "When, and then?"

"And then?" Shi Wan didn't want to say, but shrugged, "No then."

During the nonsensical conversation, Fu Conglin looked up at Shi Wan, tested her emotions, and pursed his lips, "Are all women so fond of holding grudges?"

Shi Wan asked subconsciously, "All?"

When he came back to his senses, he knew that he had fallen for him, so he couldn't help but glared at him bitterly.

Fu Conglin said euphemistically, "Perhaps you should need some condiments."

Shi Wan was at a loss: "What?"

"Vinegar." Fu Conglin paused every word, staring at her, "Old vinegar."

"..." She was annoyed.

Shi Wan ate her head in suspense, and after a long while, she poked secretly, "You didn't take me seriously at that time, it's not my turn to eat some vinegar."

Fu Conglin was silent for two seconds, with clear-boned fingers resting on the table, he seemed to be thinking about it, and then he said in a deep voice, "Shi Wan, I think I should explain it to you formally."

"It's about something between me and Song Banxia."

His eyes were deep and deep, catching her dodging sight.

Shi Wan's heart trembled suddenly.