She wanted to laugh when she heard this, but she held it back, and said in a serious voice with a soft voice, "No, Mr. Mo, your face is one of a kind in a million, how could you collide with others."
Everyone around, "..."
Although there is... nothing wrong with saying it this way, the praise is not too straightforward and the wording is a little too careless.
When Mo Shiqian heard this, he also looked down at her, somewhat amused, and raised his hand to pat the back of her head.
But after speaking, another face appeared in Chi Huan's mind...
Speaking of Mo Shiqian's brother... he actually looked a bit like him, especially the profile, so similar that even she had recognized him wrongly at first. But this thought only passed by for a moment, after all, Mo Shichen was no longer here.
During this period of time, the few dandies exchanged glances, and under the warning of the restaurant manager's intense eyes that even made his facial muscles distort, the leader looked at each other and walked over to Chi Huan who had just tried to harass him. They came to apologize.
Although the reluctance on his face was not much put away, his expression was still very reluctant.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo... I really recognized the wrong person just now. Your figure and profile look a bit like a poor guy I know... ahem, alone..."
The other one had just been kicked over by Mo Shiqian. He probably knocked on his back. He kept pressing his hand and said reluctantly to Chi Huan, "I didn't see you clearly just now. I thought... I just wanted to start a fight." Just kidding…”
The manager, who was also the middleman, said with an apologetic smile, "Mr. Mo, it's really a misunderstanding... You see, the weather is so nice today, don't let this little thing disturb your mood..."
With that said, he looked at Chi Huan again and said with a smile, "Miss Chi, you should be hungry too... Do you want to eat first? We'll treat you to this meal as compensation for the unpleasant things that happened in our restaurant."
It is not difficult to see that this restaurant is closely related to several people, and it may be owned by one of them.
Chi Huan pursed her lips, but reached out and tugged on the man's clothes, raised his head and said, "Forget it... Since he apologized, I am indeed very hungry, so I'd better go eat."
Mo Shiqian looked down at her.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, he took her hand and walked in the direction of where she was going, and said coldly, "Get out."
One of those people finally seemed to be unable to stand his attitude and wanted to get angry, but he was immediately grabbed by the two people next to him and dragged out.
After this small accident... almost everyone around them was looking at them.
Mo Shiqian didn't care at all, and Chi Huan didn't care much either. They sat down.
The restaurant quickly returned to its original quietness and order.
Fortunately, their mood was not disturbed by this small episode.
Chi Huan usually didn't eat much seafood. She was already hungry, and since she was on vacation, she felt a little fresh. She didn't care whether she could finish the food or not, and ordered a large table in one go.
The man only ordered a few things casually, and seeing her enthusiasm, he just let her like it.
He ordered a bottle of white wine.
A waitress came over to open the bottles and pour them drinks.
Chi Huan was still studying the menu, so the waitress poured the food for Mo Shiqian first.
Mo Shiqian leaned back slightly, showing a relaxed state. He turned his head and looked at the small island in the distance, where only a point could be seen, and the startled white seagulls on the nearby beach, making bursts of noise. The screams are particularly harmonious in this place filled with the sound of sea breeze and waves.
The waitress accidentally raised her head and glanced at the man's profile, then her eyes widened suddenly.
The poured wine overflowed the cup and she didn't notice it until the liquid flowed out along the table and fell on the man's trousers. He frowned at the wetness and then turned around.
When Mo Shiqian is not smiling, his face will look very stern, not to mention when there is obvious displeasure and low pressure, his voice is indifferent and cold, which is intimidating, "Are you pouring wine?"
Chi Huan raised his head when he heard his voice.
The waitress suddenly reacted. When she saw the clothes on the table and the darkened suit on the man's legs, she panicked and quickly put down the bottle in her hand, "I'm sorry, sir... I'm really sorry." .”
As she spoke, she hurriedly found some paper and reached out to wipe the man.
Before his hands even touched his legs, the man clasped his wrists.
The waitress was a young girl with a frightened expression. She looked at him timidly, "I'm sorry, sir... I'll wipe it for you. The paper can absorb water... you can absorb some of it."
Mo Shiqian looked at her expressionlessly, "Wipe? Wipe where?"
The area that was splashed with wine was just the thighs and crotch...
Then there is no place where a woman's hand can touch it.
Chi Huan closed the menu calmly and glanced at the girl wearing a uniform waiter uniform. She was about twenty-five years old. She had a not-so-pretty face, a small round face, and her skin was still soft. She is quite supple, her eyes are big and round, and she looks like a very cute woman.
It exudes a very pure and natural harmlessness and tenderness.
She said naa, "I'm sorry..."
Mo Shiqian withdrew her hand and said coldly, "I have never met a waiter who can't even pour wine, but I have seen a lot of low-level tricks and women who try to attract my attention."
"I... I'm not, I didn't... I just... thought about other things, so I... I'm sorry, sir."
Mo Shiqian stared at her and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Chi Huan, who had been silent all this time, looked at him blankly.
After a few seconds, she pursed her lips and said, "Forget it, she may be new and unskilled, or you are so handsome that people are fascinated by you. Are your pants wet... Do you want to change them? I'm trying to find a way to dry them." ?”
Mo Shiqian didn't answer her, or even look at her, as if he didn't hear what she said.
His eyes and gaze fell on the woman's helpless face, and he seemed to be patient but asked in a more cold tone, "Let me ask you, what are you thinking about."
Chi Huan looked at the man opposite him, then at the girl standing, and suddenly felt a ridiculous feeling.
This scene is like a corny idol drama from many years ago.
Outside the play she is a lucky witness, but inside the play she is an unfortunate cannon fodder passerby.
She didn't speak, just looked at them calmly.
The woman was so nervous that she couldn't speak, and the man looked dignified and aloof indifferently, with no intention of letting it go. A pattern of huge disparity in power was confronting each other.
It wasn't until Chi Huanxin's hunger hit her again that she raised her eyelids and said softly, half-smilingly, "Mr. Mo has fallen in love with me. I threw a glass of wine at you, but I didn't notice you were in a hurry. Your pants are wet, so you're holding on tightly." They won’t let me go.”