Dyed

Ming Zheng has a way of destroying a blind date.

Luo Wenying came to the appointed place. In fact, she had met the other party. The elders said they wanted to give the young man a chance to be alone, so he asked her to go outside.

Song Jinzhuo went to the door to meet him, just in time to see Luo Wenying walking in.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's okay," the man's tall figure walked ahead, bringing Luo Wenying to the dining table, "I just arrived too."

Luo Wenying sat at the seat by the window, "Why do you think of coming here for dinner?"

"The last time I heard you said that you like to eat beef, the beef in this shop is the most authentic."

Luo Wenying smiled, but he remembered what she said casually.

In fact, in terms of family background, the Song family is no worse than the Luo family. Song Jinzhuo's eldest son, Luo Wenying, is one year old, has a stable job and good benefits, and Luo's mother is very fond of her.

In addition, Song Jinzhuo is good-looking, Luo Wenying has finally seen a handsome guy after so many blind dates, who doesn't like beautiful things, if Mingzheng hadn't stepped into her heart earlier, maybe her and Song Jinzhuo's affairs would have been the same. I can settle down.

Song Jinzhuo gave her the menu, "Order."

Luo Wenying was not too polite, and ordered a few of her usual favorites, "Order the rest."

After Song Jinzhuo finished ordering, he poured Luo Wenying a cup of tea, "Isn't it tiring to work in Cun Kun?"

Luo Wenying reached out to take the teacup, "It's okay, I don't have overtime hours lately."

In today's society, with the increasing number of white-collar workers, blind dates have become a mainstream.If you can get along, it is natural to hit it off, and if you can't get along, it can be regarded as making more friends.

The waiter brought the pot to the table, and Luo Wenying poured a few plates of lettuce into it. Seeing the beef mixed with the thick soup, Song Jinzhuo rolled up his cuffs, and his inadvertent movements showed a little wildness.

His skin is bronze, and the body wrapped under the shirt can tell that he usually exercises regularly.

When Mingzheng entered the store, Luo Wenying's gaze was completely fixed on Song Jinzhuo, so that Mingzheng sat on a table not far away, but she still didn't notice.

"Listen to my mother, you are the head of the tax bureau?"

Song Jinzhuo picked up the teacup with both fingers, and said with a smile, "Not to mention."

"Then, if it is useful in the future, please hold your hands high." Luo Wenying picked up the teapot and poured tea from the cup in his hand, but she didn't want to lose her strength, and poured the warm tea directly on the back of the man's hand.

"I'm sorry." She took out the tissue next to him and wiped it for him.

Ming Zheng said well done.

Song Jinzhuo didn't take it seriously, and took the tissue from Luo Wenying's hand, "In my hands, there is never such a saying as being merciful, unless it is the same."

"Which one?"

"One day, if my own woman commits a crime, I might be able to protect her from the future."

Luo Wenying smiled, but she didn't take it seriously, but she didn't know that if some words were said on the spur of the moment, there might be a day when they would come true.

Eating hot pot on a hot day, the waiter brought iced Sprite, Luo Wenying took a sip, but wrinkled the tip of her nose from the sourness, Song Jinzhuo's lips curled up, and she pulled out a tissue with her slender fingers and handed it to her.

Luo Wenying lowered her head and didn't see it. The man simply tilted his upper body and wiped her.

His bright and piercing eyes dimmed, and Luo Wenying brushed aside the hair on the side of her cheeks with her fingers, but she didn't see any rejection. He narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes lightly, and beckoned the waiter to come over.

The two were talking. In fact, Song Jinzhuo was not that kind of glib person, but his personal charm was enough for women to fall for him. They all said that Mr. Song's vision was too poisonous and high-sighted, and most people would not notice him.

The waiter came over with a plate, "Hi, your dishes."

Luo Wenying was the first to raise her head, and glanced at the strange thing in his hand, her face flushed suddenly, "This?"

She didn't order it herself, so after thinking about it, it must be Song Jinzhuo.It's just that he didn't expect him to eat this kind of food. Luo Wenying hid the embarrassment on her face, Song Jinzhuo glanced at it, and her eyebrows frowned, "It's not ours."

The waiter turned back and pointed in the direction of Zheng, "It was delivered by that gentleman."

Luo Wenying followed his movements and saw Mingzheng holding up the cup as if toasting her. She gritted her teeth, and the corner of Song Jinzhuo's mouth twitched slightly, "Your friend?"

"It's my boss."

Song Jinzhuo nodded, smiled and didn't speak again.

Luo Wenying glanced at the plate of food. Seeing that she didn't speak, the waiter was afraid of embarrassing herself, "This is a bullwhip, a good thing, especially for men."

Luo Wenying was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a place to sneak in. Song Jinzhuo raised her chin with her palm and looked like she was watching the excitement, her thin lips curled into a smile that was not a smile. In the past, say thank you to him, and send a plate of bull's eye by the way."

"Huh?" The waiter wiped his sweat, these people have really strong tastes.

Luo Wenying took the plate from him, and she really wanted to vomit when she saw the contents inside. Luo Wenying looked at Song Jinzhuo who was opposite, "Do you dare to eat it?"

"If you dare to let it go, I dare to eat it." Song Jinzhuo still smiled unabated.

Luo Wenying poured all the bullwhip from the plate into the pot, but she couldn't take another bite of what was inside.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Ming Zheng not far away, his good mood was ruined, Song Jinzhuo picked up a piece, "Try it?"

Luo Wenying quickly waved her hands, "Don't."

Song Jinzhuo couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, Luo Wenying's eyes met Ming Zheng who was not far away, and he saw the waiter take a plate of bull's-eye and go over.

For the rest of the time, Luo Wenying basically watched Song Jinzhuo eating. She felt uncomfortable as if her chest was blocked, so she had to pour Sprite into her stomach.

From time to time, she glanced at the man opposite. It is said that men eat this stuff to strengthen their yang, but don't eat too much, and there will be nowhere to vent their anger later.

"Are you full?" Song Jinzhuo asked when paying the bill.

Luo Wenying picked up her bag and couldn't wait to get up, "I'm already full."

I have seen it all.

When Song Jinzhuo went out, he felt that the air was extremely dry and hot. Luo Wenying fanned her cheeks with her hands, "I want to go back, and I still have a project to finish."

"I send you."

"No, my car is over there."

Without saying a word, Song Jinzhuo stepped forward and tightened Luo Wenying's hand, but she struggled a few times without breaking away.Song Jinzhuo took the car keys from her, and stuffed Luo Wenying into the passenger seat, "Don't compare your strength with me, I will be full of energy, and I am worried that I have nowhere to work hard. Don't worry, I will send you back and I will go back to you again." Come back and pick up the car."

Seeing this, Luo Wenying didn't insist anymore.She didn't believe that meeting Mingzheng was a coincidence, that guy was already familiar with the destructive power before, Luo Wenying kept an eye on it, looked in the rearview mirror and saw Mingzheng's car following behind.

Song Jinzhuo focused on driving, and the air conditioner in the car was turned on very low. Luo Wenying stared at the rearview mirror absently, and went downstairs to her house, making sure that Mingzheng's car did not follow the community.

"Is it still hot?" Song Jinzhuo moved closer to her.

Looking at the handsome face that suddenly approached, Luo Wenying straightened her spine, "It's not hot anymore."

"Which floor do you live on?"

"Sixth floor."

"I'll take you up." Song Jinzhuo leaned over to unbuckle her seat belt, and Luo Wenying's legs began to stiffen, "No need, let's make an appointment another day."

"What is the next day?" Song Jinzhuo was persistent, leaning his elbows on the back of the chair behind Luo Wenying.

Luo Wenying felt quite uncomfortable, "What day do you think?"

"tomorrow."

"Okay." Luo Wenying had a straightforward attitude, and pushed the car door to get out, "I'll make an appointment then."