Rushui's eyes were full of seriousness, looking directly at Tang Jinxiao.
Tang Jinxiao has already seen Suning's dual personality. He is quite capable of adapting to these weird people. His cold eyes have not changed, and he only said, "Nature."
"That's good, so I won't have to worry about it. I'm really exhausted." Rushui lay on the back chair and waved his hand to let the assistant go down. Seeing him, he looked worried and said: "This is my friend. ."
The assistant gave Tang Jinxiao a hostile look, but in the end he turned and left. Tang Jinxiao felt at this time that he somewhat understood why Rushui was willing to be on the road for four hours, just to look at the Forbidden City for a moment, because only then could he be free.
Do what you want to do, say what you want to say, and make like-minded friends.
"What to eat?" Tang Jinxiao put the menu in front of Rushui when he spoke.
"Then I'm not welcome!" Rushui took the menu, smiled, and said: "You said I am not a star and I need to maintain a body shape, but my assistant said that food intake must be controlled, and meat oil cannot be touched, even Vegetables are also limited."
Tang Jinxiao didn't understand that a world-class fashion designer like Rushui should have his own studio! Asked: "Your assistant, did you hire?"
"Yeah," Rushui ticked the menu bar all over, and couldn't help wondering why Jin Xiao could ask such a mentally handicapped question, and said: "That's for sure, otherwise, who would hire him, sorrowful all day, and owe someone to someone. He's like eight hundred and ten dollars."
"then you?"
"I'll just eat it directly, you're welcome!" Rushui took up his chopsticks and aimed at the dishes, and explained: "The people in my studio are quite unique. They are quite capable and familiar with professional knowledge, just because I was ostracized in personal character or life, and I brought them together. Only a few years later, I became an internationally renowned fashion designer."
"Look at the contract. If there is no problem, sign it." Tang Jinxiao handed over the contract.
Rushui stuffed the contract into the pocket of his clothes without even looking at it, and raised his chopsticks and said, "This is not what I should do to look at the contract. I am only responsible for signing and designing the costume. This is called a specialization in the art industry."
The division of labor is clear, and the cold eyes bring a little appreciation to China. Said: "I have sorted out the prices."
"What the price is, it hurts feelings." Rushui surreptitiously took out the contract. At this time, the assistant: No, he didn't have any psychological obstacles, so he glanced at the various stripes until his eyes saw the numbers.
Tang Jinxiao cut off the steak, put it in his mouth, and tasted it slowly. The delicacy of the meat was concentrated in his mouth, and people couldn't help but want to praise it. He simply didn't want to look at the person next to him who was looking at the contract thiefly.
"Ms. Tang, we are really friends. The real man should be you: speak with action!" Rushui was so happy that he ran out of everything. Now it is a very short time.
"Shut up!" Tang Jinxiao paused, his eyes became a little complicated, he looked like water thoroughly, put down his knife and fork and said: "Eat."
The bulging cheeks became more bulging, and he really couldn't take care of it, talking and eating at the same time. Can't have both, let it go
How can a successful person like him give up and then get it? Is there a win-win method in general? Rushui quickly swept the dining table with both hands, and the two neat rows of teeth worked together to cut off all the foreign objects. A pair of eyes swept over and fell on Tang Jinxiao as he said.
Tang Jinxiao just feels a bit embarrassed, the contract has already been given to him, and it is only a matter of time before signing.
"What's the matter with that person?" The speaker quietly pointed his finger like water.
"Maybe it was picked up from somewhere! The person opposite is really kind."
"Really." Tang Jinxiao muttered to himself, and thought: If you go to the Forbidden City, you can still find this product.
"What are you talking about?" Rushui saw Tang Jinxiao as if he had begun to speak, so he hurriedly said, "What do you say? I didn't hear it just now."
"I'm full." Tang Jinxiao put down the dishes and chopsticks.
Rushui glanced at the dining table and said: "Eh..." a bunch of tone particles.
Tang Jinxiao frowned, unable to understand what he said. Rushui heard this mess in her own ears, and saw Tang Jinxiao with a bewildered look in her eyes, and her brain gave instructions to laugh. For a moment, Tang Jinxiao frowned.
Zhang Rongrong hurriedly handed the paper towel to Tang Jinxiao. Amidst the watery laughter, Tang Jinxiao left with a cold face. Most of these dishes can no longer be eaten, and Rushui Cheek Gang is finally relieved. He said, "Sorry, sorry, I will invite you to dinner next time."
"Why hasn't he come out yet? Is he mad?" Rushui was almost full, and lay on the couch.
Zhang Rongrong felt that this was unreliable, but Jin Xiao had taken too long to go to the bathroom, and felt a little worried, so he went over and took a look. The bathroom was empty, and only Zhang Guangrong's body was shining brightly in the mirror.
Zhang Rongrong laughed aloud. Jin Xiao escaped ahead of time. This is a rare sight in a century. I don’t know what method he used to get out. The thought of him stomping Tibet with a cold face. Feel funny.
"Jinxiao, what's the matter?" Bai Sangyu finally figured out because of hiding in the first two times. The two of them lived so close, and they would inevitably meet each other in the morning and evening. Instead of being so passive every time, she felt proactive.
After all, she was the one who actively forced her to marry Tang Jinxiao at the beginning, but now she can't let people cool off just because of these small difficulties, even though she still can't pass that hurdle in her heart.
Tang Jinxiao had just sat opposite Sang Yu. Although Sang Yu was quaint and gentle, and his brows followed his heart, the shadow of noon lingered for a while, so he got up and worked beside Sang Yu, saying, "Cool down here."
"Well, it's closer to the electric fan here." Bai Sang Yuxin thought he really looked up at the electric fan.
A piece of white jade neck is in front of him, and the real man theory of "speaking with action" like water is circulating in his heart over and over again. It's just that they are still cultivating feelings, and Sang Yu has been stimulated a little more, and will participate in the final of the culinary art competition later...
"When will you go back?" Tang Jinxiao retracted his gaze, and set his eyes on the marinated noodles Sang Yu made by himself.
"I think it's pretty here, I want to stay longer." Bai Sangyu turned over with chopsticks, and said: "It's probably the beginning of the cooking competition!"
"Yeah." Tang Jinxiao's eyes darkened, and Sang Yu unexpectedly began to miss the place. In my mind, I made some adjustments to the schedule. It is impossible for him to let Sang Yu stay here alone.
"When are you going back?"