Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 98
"Let's go." Song Huaijin stood up.

"Go, where are you going?" She has just arrived, and she hasn't even started to talk about business. Is Mr. Song going to give her an order to evict her?
Qian Mengmeng's slightly aggrieved and flustered appearance made Song Huaijin sigh slightly in his heart.

"Eat." After these two words, he turned his eyes away from her again, "I'm hungry."

Qian Mengmeng quickly stood up, and followed Song Huaijin step by step out of the CEO's office and into the VIP elevator.

Pressing the floor of the staff restaurant, Song Huaijin stood aside without speaking.

Standing at a corner of the elevator, Qian Mengmeng looked at his tall and straight figure, feeling an indescribably familiar feeling in her heart.

Well, why do you think so?
"What are you thinking?" Song Huaijin's low voice suddenly sounded.

Qian Mengmeng raised her head, and found that his back was still facing her, and she didn't look at him at all.

Mr. Song, do you have eyes behind your back?
"It's nothing." Pursing her lips, Qian Mengmeng lowered her head a little shyly.

Raising an eyebrow, Song Huaijin was noncommittal.

After getting out of the elevator, he took Qian Mengmeng to the exclusive VIP dining area.

After taking his seat, he didn't open the menu in front of him, but sat there, quietly looking at Qian Mengmeng opposite.

At this time, Qian Mengmeng was lowering her head, concentrating on the recipes on the menu.

Her long black and straight hair fell to her ears, and her face without makeup had a rather pure beauty, especially her lips, which opened and closed when she silently read the items on the menu, as if with Like magic, it touched Song Huaijin's heart.

The black eyes dimmed, and Song Huaijin turned his gaze away calmly.

"Well, Mr. Song, don't you order food?" Qian Mengmeng raised her head and asked him with blinking eyes.

"You order, order whatever you like." Song Huaijin lowered her eyes and replied lightly.

"This...isn't that good!" After saying this, Qian Mengmeng's whole face jumped up, and she raised her hand to summon the waiter.

"I want this, and this, and this." She pointed out the things she wanted to the waiter one by one, then raised her face and looked at Song Huaijin who was opposite, "Mr. Song, do you eat fish?"

As soon as she said this, the waiter's heart beat fast.

Mr. Song doesn't like fish, how come you don't even know about this beauty!
She opened her mouth, just about to tell the truth, when she heard Song Huaijin order a dish calmly, "Dong Xingban, steamed."

"This..." Qian Mengmeng originally only wanted to order a sea bass, but Song Huaijin unexpectedly ordered a Dong Xingban directly.

Song Huaijin: "What else do you want to eat?"

Qian Mengmeng: "No, enough is enough, there is too much to eat."

After she finished speaking, Song Huaijin raised her eyes, and the waiter bowed and left quickly.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Sitting on the chair and thinking for a while, Qian Mengmeng took the initiative to say, "I have always liked fish since I was a child. I didn't expect you, Mr. Song, to like it too."

Quietly curling the corners of her lips, Song Huaijin didn't answer.

Qian Mengmeng: "Well, Mr. Song, I've always felt that you don't really want...you want to keep me."

"Really?" Asked in a neutral manner, Qian Mengmeng couldn't hear the deep meaning in his words.

"En." Qian Mengmeng nodded solemnly, "I can feel that you are not that kind of person."

(End of this chapter)