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Ye Maoshan was still asking her if she wanted to go to the old restaurant, seeing that Qiao Nian didn't respond for a long time, he couldn't help calling her name: "Nian Nian?"

"Ah?" Qiao Nian just raised her head and noticed that Mr. Ye was looking at her with concern, and recovered from the WeChat message that Jian Jin sent her.

She took the initiative to put down the phone and explained to Mr. Ye: "I'm sorry, my friend just asked me something, and I accidentally lost my mind."

"What did you just say?" Qiao Nian narrowed her almond eyes, sat upright, and asked him again.

Seeing that her fair face was full of seriousness, Ye Maoshan got stuck instead, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll just tell you about a few private restaurants to see if there is any place you want to eat. It's not important I just saw you in a daze and called you."

Qiao Nian sat obliquely on her seat, understood, and nodded indifferently: "Any one is fine, you can go to whichever one you like, I won't pick."

"You, you." Ye Maoshan blamed on his lips, but he was happy in his heart, and immediately said: "Then I will discuss it with the brat later and choose the one that everyone likes."

He said that, and it wasn't the first time he had dinner with Qiao Nian, so he was clear about it.

Qiao Nian did not choose.

You can basically eat anything.

However, she seldom eats unaccustomed tastes, and just moves her chopsticks along with her.

Ye Maoshan had already made up his mind to go back and find a private restaurant with spicy taste and a bit of Beijing style. He had to get some of Qiao Nian's favorite dishes that day.

"Okay." The girl was not picky, and readily agreed.

Ye Maoshan was still thinking about which old restaurant to find, the cook was the best, he picked up the white water on the table, and just took a sip.

at this time.

The men and women at the table closest to them on the left stopped chatting a long time ago and looked at them frequently. Finally, one of them seemed to muster up his courage, and was urged by several other people to walk towards their table.

"You, you, hello, senior sister Qiao."

Old Man Ye raised his head in wonder, and saw a young boy in his early twenties standing in front of their table with red earlobes, holding a mobile phone, staring at Qiao Nian with bright eyes.

Before he understood the situation, he turned to Qiao Nian and asked, "Nian Nian, do you know him?"

As soon as Qiao Nian finished replying to Jian Jin's message, she looked up and saw a sudden extra person. She sized her up carefully, shook her head and answered Mr. Ye with certainty: "I don't know you."

Hearing what the two said, the boy hurriedly explained: "Senior Qiao, I'm a sophomore student in the Department of Civil Engineering, Tsinghua University. You probably haven't met me before, but I know you. I've seen it on school forums and Weibo. Your post, I admire you very, very, very much."

"cough."

Qiao Nian didn't expect to meet alumni after going out for a drink of water, and with Mr. Ye still beside her, she had a headache even more, so she raised her eyes with bright black and white eyes and said to the boy, "I'm a freshman, don't call me senior. "

She dropped out of school after just one year of freshman year.

It's still freshman year.

The other party was one level higher than her, and she was embarrassed by calling her senior sister and senior sister all the time.

"Oh oh oh." The boy was at a loss, and immediately thought of the classmates behind him. He mustered up his courage, blushed and handed out the phone, and said, "Qiao... Junior, can you leave a contact information?"

Mr. Ye couldn't understand anymore. Now the young man also realized what this boy wanted to do, so he looked him up and down sharply.

Young, sunny and cheerful.