Rong Yan's eyes darkened unconsciously, he looked away and said softly, "Thank you."
"Why are you being polite? Don't be polite! We are so..." Meng Yao stopped talking the next second without thinking. She smiled as if to make amends: "We have such a good relationship, don't worry about these empty words!"
The door of the box was pushed open and the waiter brought two bottles of beer and placed them on the table.
"have a good meal."
The voice is quite sweet.
Meng Yao thanked him and continued to prepare the dishes. She ordered quite a few dishes, half of which were meat and half were vegetarian, taking Rong Ying's taste into consideration.
"You want to drink more?" he asked calmly, and it was impossible to tell what emotion was in his voice.
"This is beer that won't make you drunk, and I'll just have two glasses, don't worry, it's fine!"
Meng Yao's alcohol tolerance is not very good, but she has a rough idea in her mind and she almost never lets herself get drunk.
Rong Wei withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.
"It's up to you what you want to eat. I'm not sure about your taste. Just tell me what you want to eat."
The hot pot was bubbling, and the red soup looked very appetizing. Meng Yao withdrew her hand.
"These are enough." He pretended to be casual and asked, "Do you like it here?"
Meng Yao nodded: "The hot pot here is delicious."
He nodded: "I see you... seem to be very familiar with this place, do you often come here to eat with others?"
"It was first recommended by Sister Qing. I don't have many friends, so I brought Brother Liang and my assistant to eat here a few times, and they all praised it highly."
"Meng Yao..." He felt a little complicated: "Why didn't you bring me here?"
"Take you?" Meng Yao paused holding the chopsticks and smiled, "You are usually so busy, how can I delay your time, husband."
"Have you ever brought Ling Xiao here?"
A sudden sentence caught Meng Yao off guard: "Ling Xiao... What does it have to do with Ling Xiao?"
"I saw him last time on the set." He sighed, held Meng Yao's hand, and then unconsciously tightened it: "I know I may look like a suspicious and jealous husband now, but Meng Yao... I really don't feel safe."
She is smart and has a way of dealing with people. Everyone likes her more without exception. She has a lot of sweet words, trying to please herself and others at the same time. She will not respond and will not easily give her true heart. In her eyes, everyone around her has not changed. She seems to be completing a task. In her eyes, everyone around her is just insignificant cardboard.
Thinking of this, Rongyun suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Meng Yao is a kite, he holds the string tightly, but the kite has a blade, no one can stop her freedom.
He didn't want to admit it but he had to admit that he couldn't hold Meng Yao, either physically or mentally.
Meng Yao avoided the topic and said, "Don't think too much. I don't have much contact with Ling Xiao. After all, we have been friends since childhood. I can't hide when I see him. I have never invited him to eat hot pot, nor have we had dinner together privately."
After she finished speaking, she carefully looked at Rong Yan's face, but seeing that his expression did not change, she didn't know whether he had calmed down or not.
Meng Yao coughed twice and began to help him pick up the dishes with the serving chopsticks: "These are all delicious dishes. Try them and see which one suits your taste best."
Rong Yan's mood seemed to have returned to normal, and he slowly nodded and thanked him.
It was obviously the same taste, but Meng Yao felt a little unsatisfied. Her mind was full of what Rong Wei said.
He was asking for a response, and she couldn't give it.
Meng Yao kept her head down while eating hotpot, while Rong Yin was speechless. The atmosphere was cold and the hotpot meal was not a pleasant one.
*
Xia Yansen is a veritable straight man with thick nerves, but this does not prevent him from noticing the strange atmosphere between Meng Yao and Rong Wei.
It doesn't feel like a cold war or a quarrel, it just feels weird.
While Meng Yao was in the car, Xia Yansen whispered to Rong Wei again: "Brother Rong, what happened to you? Why is Meng Yao so silent?"
Rong Wei just gave him a cold look, obviously in a bad mood.
Xia Yansen, who was attacked by the cold storm, felt confused and wronged. Why did everyone feel like they had been bombed...
At the same time, his curiosity grew. What exactly happened between these two people that made them so unhappy
Meng Yao had no mood to go shopping. Not to mention that she had already eaten two meals in a row, she felt inexplicably depressed and had no intention of staying outside.
When Rong Wei asked her what she thought, she said directly: "I'm a little tired, let's go home."
Xia Yansen looked at him in the rearview mirror many times, but he didn't interrupt.
Rong Wei didn't seem surprised, and said to Xia Yansen in front of him: "Go home."
Xia Yansen responded hurriedly.
After returning home, Meng Yao went upstairs to sleep. She didn't pay attention to what Rong Yan was going to do, guessing that he might go to work in the company.
Meng Yao slept in a daze in the afternoon. She remembered her birthday, this sweet yet terrible day.
Meng Yao was awakened by the ringing of the bedside phone. She picked up the phone and put it to her ear.
"Hello."
Jiang Hongmin's voice came from the other side: "Yaoyao, my dear, happy birthday!"
Meng Yupu's voice followed closely: "Yaoyao, happy birthday."
Meng Yao perked up a little: "Thank you, Mom and Dad."
Jiang Hongmin's voice was as gentle as ever, with joy in it: "We know you should celebrate your birthday with Ah-Yan, so we won't disturb you. It's good for the two of you to improve your relationship in your own world. Your father and I are relieved to see you two doing so well. The gifts have been sent over, remember to take a look and see if you like them."
Meng Yao felt an indescribable feeling in her heart: "I will definitely like it."
After hanging up the phone with Jiang Hongmin, Meng Yao went downstairs. Aunt Wang was not there, so she had to find the gift herself.
Seeing the silent person on the sofa, Meng Yao paused and stopped moving forward: "Husband, didn't you go back to the company?"
"I promised to accompany you for one day, so this is one day."
Meng Yao felt a little uncomfortable: "Actually, you don't have to do this. There's no need to delay your work because of me.
He lowered his eyes and said, "Are you looking for gifts? I put them all in the storage room for you to keep. Come on, I'll take you to have a look."
This was Meng Yao's first time to come to the storage room. It was simply decorated but occupied a very large area. The cabinets were filled with collections such as antique vases, calligraphy and paintings, which were obviously priceless.
"With so many treasures here, aren't you afraid of them being stolen if you don't add a secret door or underground passage?"
She admitted that she had read too many martial arts novels.
(End of this chapter)