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"What's wrong, you have ghosts in your heart?" He deliberately stabbed her.

Cen Qinghe is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he immediately replied: "Then don't sit at the same table with us, I didn't say to take you there before, it seems like something happened suddenly by airborne."

Shang Shaocheng said: "If we don't sit at the same table with you, then you sit and I stand, and I watch you eat?"

Cen Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "You want to compete with the waiter?"

Shang Shaocheng glared at her, and said in a deep voice after a few seconds: "I'm too lazy to sit at a table and watch you pretend like that."

Cen Qinghe asked: "Then why are you going at night?"

Shang Shaocheng snorted lightly: "Food and drink."

Cen Qinghe immediately said: "Do you need me to pay you to get drunk?"

The two choked all the way out, and he drove her to Gusu Garden. This Su restaurant is one of the best in the night city, but the location is relatively remote. It takes four to ten minutes to drive there from the city, and it has to be a commercial restaurant. Someone like Shao Cheng who loves to drive fast.

On the way, he became sour, "For you, Mr. Cheng, you are really willing to spend time on the road."

Cen Qinghe said: "It's said to treat guests to dinner, so please invite the best ones, or I invite him to have a meal at the Northeast Dumpling Restaurant downstairs?"

Shang Shaocheng glanced at her blankly, "How dare you."

In his heart, eating dumplings can only be done by him and her, and absolutely not by other men.

In this regard, Cen Qinghe felt that his point was so difficult to get, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "What do you think of eating dumplings?"

Shang Shaocheng didn't explain, but replied seriously: "Don't let me see you appearing in the dumpling restaurant with other men."

Cen Qinghe understood, he equated eating dumplings with cheating.

She reached out and patted his arm, and she comforted him, "Don't worry, no one has such a tricky taste like you."

Shang Shaocheng sent her to Gusu Garden, and the car stopped at the entrance of the hotel. When Cen Qinghe was taking off his seat belt, he suddenly felt sorry for him, "It's almost dinner time, why don't you come in with me, and we will eat together."

Shang Shaocheng said: "Conscience found out?"

Cen Qinghe pouted and nodded. It gets dark early in the north in winter, and it was still light when they came out of Hei 8. Now that the car was driving to the place, it was already dark.

"Let's go, let's eat together." She looked at Shang Shaocheng and said seriously.

Shangshaocheng hangs high, "If I don't go, I'll go back to the city to spend my life and drink, and I will be drunk."

Cen Qinghe pouted, "Just don't let me find out that you go to the dumpling restaurant with women."

Shang Shaocheng suppressed his laughter, and replied disdainfully: "Except for you, no one else is good at it."

Before parting, she went up to him and kissed him, and Shang Shaocheng half-truthfully ordered, "Eat when you eat, pay attention to the content and scale of the chat."

Cen Qinghe made an OK gesture, turned around and got out of the car.

There is no open dining area in Gusu Garden, and they are all private rooms. After Cen Qinghe entered the door, he asked, and there was no one else in the private room. It seemed that Cheng Jiahe hadn't arrived yet.

She went to sit down in the private room, and the waiter helped her make tea, the first-class seven-seed cake tea, the fragrance was strong but not overwhelming, the small transparent teacups were filled up one by one, as if the room was full of fragrance.

After thanking the waiter, Cen Qinghe sat and drank tea while waiting. It took only a cup of tea, and Cheng Jiahe pushed the door open and walked in.

Cen Qinghe heard the sound and looked at the door. Cheng Jiahe was wearing a knee-length beige cashmere coat with a hand-wide long white hair turned up at the neckline. His beautiful and elegant face was surrounded by it, which was really beautiful.

She quickly stood up and greeted with a smile, "Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Jiahe walked over with a small white gift bag in his hand, smiling, and he responded aloud, "Have you been here for a long time?"

Cen Qinghe said: "No, I just arrived too."

When Cheng Jiahe walked not far from her, Cen Qinghe stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "I'll ask someone to come in, you sit first."

Cheng Jiahe took off his coat and put it on the back of a chair beside him. Cen Qinghe called the waiter in and said he was ordering food.

The waiter handed over the order book, and Cen Qinghe handed the order book to Cheng Jiahe, "Mr. Cheng, see what you like to eat."

Cheng Jiahe said: "Don't be so polite, ladies first, come and order."

Cen Qinghe said: "You are from Jiangcheng, you are very familiar with Suzhou cuisine, but I don't understand much."

Cheng Jiahe said, "Do you have any taboo foods?"

Cen Qinghe shook his head with a smile, "It's okay to be cold."

Cheng Jiahe didn't shirk too much, took the menu and ordered, and Cen Qinghe found that he was a really gentle person, and even the tone and tone of his conversation with the waiters were very polite, if Shang Shaocheng was like this ...Hey, goosebumps are up.

"Add squirrel mandarin fish and green snail shrimp for us, that's all, thank you."

The waiter asked if he needed any drinks, Cheng Jiahe looked at Cen Qinghe, who sat up straight, smiling and said, "I can do it, it's up to you."

Cheng Jiahe said: "Let's drink tea, Pu'er is still good for the body in this season."

Cen Qinghe responded, and his affection for Cheng Jiahe increased again. This was the tenth time the two met. They had dinner together as promised, but after all, they were not very acquainted. He said drinking tea instead of wine is a gentleman. for.

After the waiter turned to leave, Cheng Jiahe handed over the gift bag and said with a smile, "I called you suddenly, I don't know if I've disturbed you, a little gift, I hope you like it."

Cen Qinghe had already seen that he brought a gift, so he took it quickly at this moment, and said with a smile: "No, I'm on vacation today, and I have nothing to do. I didn't prepare a gift for you. I'm sorry, see you next time , I will make it up."

Cheng Jiahe said, "You're welcome."

Out of politeness, Cen Qinghe wanted to open it on the spot to take a look, so it was not easy to just accept it and put it aside.

The bag was opened, and there was a palm-sized red sandalwood box inside. When the box was opened again, it was divided into left and right sides, each with a golden hollow ball tied with a delicate rope, and a faint fragrance different from perfume rushed to the face. , Cen Qinghe asked curiously: "What is this?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "Women's boudoirs in the Song Dynasty would use this kind of decoration to fill spices and hang them on the bedside for incense."

Cen Qinghe remembered that she strayed into the meeting room of the Hefeng Group last time, and knew that Cheng Jiahe was an antique collector, so she asked uncertainly, "Isn't this something from the Song Dynasty?"

In fact, she wants to ask whether this thing is genuine or a fake.

Cheng Jiahe heard what she meant, and replied with a smile: "I don't know what you like, a little gadget, it doesn't waste space to hang it at home."

He avoided the important ones and didn't answer directly. Cen Qinghe probably understood that he gave away the Song Dynasty's things as soon as he made a move. If she immediately pushed back and said no, it would look fake, but if she accepted it, it would be valuable.

From the subtle expression changes on her face, Cheng Jiahe had already seen what she was thinking, and he said without a trace: "Actually, I still have something to trouble you when I come to Night City this time."

Hearing this, Cen Qinghe raised his eyes and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "I know you work in Shengtian. I want to choose a place in Ye City to build a private collection. I'm not familiar with the location here, so I have to ask you to help me."

Cen Qinghe raised her beautiful eyes slightly, "Private collection? Then how big a space do you want to choose?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "At least seven or eight hundred square meters."

"So big?" Cen Qinghe was even more surprised.

Cheng Jiahe nodded, "To tell you the truth, my grandfather will celebrate his birthday at the end of next year. I want to make him happy. I plan to collect all his calligraphy and paintings over the years and make it a private collection."

Cen Qinghe immediately agreed with a smile, "This idea is very good, you are so filial, your grandfather will be very happy to know, it is such a large area, I really don't have a suitable one at hand, and what you chose is not for residential use, but It is for collection, so commercial housing must not work.”

Cheng Jia said: "You are in this industry, you know better than me, that's why I came to ask you for help."

Cen Qinghe came to ask curiously: "How do you know that I work in Shengtian?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "Last time you went to the wrong meeting hall, and the only one who held a meeting there was Shengtian besides Hefeng."

Cen Qinghe understood, joked with him about that matter, and then promised to go to work tomorrow and ask him about specific matters.

The waiter knocked on the door and came in to take the food. The two chatted while eating. Cheng Jiahe was not the talkative type, so Cen Qinghe picked up the topic.

She asked him: "Your grandfather has so many calligraphy and paintings, do you need seven or eight hundred square meters of space to collect them?"

Cheng Jiahe said: "There will also be some of my own things. I have been running around all these years, and I haven't saved anything else. I have collected a lot of these gadgets."

Cen Qinghe knew that he was being modest. Last time she was locked up in the Hefeng Conference Hall for 10 minutes, she had seen the so-called "basics" in his mouth. They were precious antiques left over from various dynasties, second only to the cultural relics displayed in the National Museum.

She doesn't understand this kind of thing, but Shengzai is quite interested, so she won't be cold at all when chatting with him, but she enjoys it.

It can be said that the two of them had a harmonious atmosphere during the meal. After talking too much, Cen Qinghe was not as cramped as before. The phone rang suddenly, and she said sorry to Cheng Jiahe on the opposite side, and then connected.

Shang Shaocheng's voice came from the phone, "Have you finished eating?"

Cen Qinghe was embarrassed to speak directly, so he had to ask: "Have you eaten yet?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "No, you can figure it out yourself."

She said: "Go out to eat quickly, and call Brother Xuan and Brother Ren if you are bored."

Shang Shaocheng said: "It's been almost two hours, you two have eaten flowers?"

When he said this, Cen Qinghe only realized later that the time of chatting passed quickly, she thought it was only a little over an hour.

"Got it, I'll call you back."

"Call me when you get out of the hotel, I'm nearby."

Without saying a word, Shang Shaocheng hung up, Cen Qinghe put down the phone, and Cheng Jiahe said, "Is there a friend waiting for you?"

Cen Qinghe chuckled and said, "It's okay."

Cheng Jiahe said: "We are almost done today. I will be in Night City recently. Whenever you are free, let's get together again. Don't delay your date with your friends."

Cen Qinghe saw that he was so reasonable, so he smiled and said: "Okay, we can contact you anytime."

(End of this chapter)