"I think about it, it's better to hand it to you personally. After all, this watch is very valuable at first glance, and I am afraid that some people will not be conscious of money." Zhao Zhende smiled very politely and decently.
Song Qingyu raised her eyebrows and said, "Brother Zhao, you are a person of status and status. If you are photographed by the paparazzi to meet with me at night, aren't you afraid?"
Zhao Zhende chuckled and said, "What's so scary about me as a single dog who doesn't have a girlfriend? Isn't it just spreading some scandals? Maybe I, a violent male artist who is in contact with you, can still rub your enthusiasm! "
With that, he handed her the watch in his hand.
"What a joke! Zhao Ge's Weibo is a big V with millions of fans! People will only say that I rub you up." Song Qingyu took the watch and looked at it.
Well, good stuff, no cracks or scratches.
Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise Mo Beiyan would know it, and she might have a layer of skin on her!
Zhao Zhende saw that she treasured this watch like this, and asked with a smile, "Sao Mo gave it to him, right?"
"Yeah." Song Qingyu nodded calmly, laughed at herself, and said: "If he hadn't given it away, I wouldn't have bought such an expensive watch, would I?"
Zhao Zhende said helplessly, “Don’t be humble with me. Although I don’t know your value, it’s definitely not low. I heard that the price offered by you in "Roll it" is not higher than other prices. How much less an artist in the limelight is."
Song Qingyu laughed.
Zhao Zhende raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and then said, "Would you like to have some night tea together?"
He is a southerner, has the habit of eating morning tea and evening tea, and generally does not go to bed early, so it is not surprising that he would offer this kind of invitation.
Song Qingyu thought for a while. Anyway, Mo Beiyan was already asleep, and she wanted to find out if Zhao Zhende was the one who murdered herself, so she didn't refuse, and nodded: "Okay, where to go to eat."
"The night tea in this hotel is not very delicious. Don't go if it's too far away. I am familiar with Chengdu. I know there is a tea restaurant in the back alley of the hotel, which is very good. If you don't mind taking a few steps, , Why not go there?" Zhao Zhende's proposal was very sincere.
Song Qingyu also had no comments: "Well, I really don't have the habit of eating night tea, I want to feel it!"
Just kidding, usually at 11 o'clock in the evening, even if she has not gone to bed, she will be dragged to bed by Mo Beiyan. Where does she have the habit of eating night tea? It is only possible to be eaten by Mo Beiyan as a night tea!
Seeing that she had agreed, Zhao Zhende took the lead and walked in front: "Let's go, I'll take you there."
Song Qingyu followed his footsteps, but took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the bodyguard group: Pay attention to my position.
Although she decided to go out temporarily and didn't bring her bodyguard, she didn't take off the ring on her hand, and the positioning was installed in the ring.
I just wanted to come down and get a watch, but I didn't even think about it.
But now that she is going out, she is still facing someone who may be murdering herself, Song Qingyu can't be too confident to think that she is enough to fight Zhao Zhende.
Who knows if any secret hands are arranged outside
Zhao Zhende walked in front. After a while, he found that Song Qingyu was behind for some distance. Then he stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm tired of recording the show today. I'm a bit slow to walk, I'm sorry." Song Qingyu curled her lips slightly.
She actually walked slowly on purpose.
The details can tell a person's character. From this detail, it can be seen that Zhao Zhende, who is a variety of gentlemen when recording the show, is not a gentleman in his bones.
Even a man like Mo Beiyan, who hadn't started dating before, would pay attention to slowing down his pace to cooperate with her.
It took so long for Zhao Zhende to realize she was behind!
Where did Zhao Zhende know that he was defined as a scumbag in Song Qingyu's heart, and his face was sorry: "I should say I'm sorry, you should rest at this late, and call you out for night tea."
Song Qing said with a faint smile: "It's okay."
The two continued to walk forward.
At this point, no one passed by the back alley of the hotel at all, and the nearby shops were closed.
In order to save energy, the street lights will be reduced by one third after 11 o'clock, so the light is not too bright.
However, looking from here, you can see from a distance that there is a tea restaurant in front of which is brightly lit, and the sign says: Open 24 hours a day.
It seems that what Zhao Zhende said is not fake.
So, did he really just ask her out for night tea
Or, what traps were prepared in the tea restaurant waiting for her to jump in
Song Qingyu thought a lot in his heart, but followed Zhao Zhende with a calm face.
Zhao Zhende didn't go ahead, and walked slowly with her pace.
Five minutes later, the two entered the tea restaurant.
Because it was very late, I didn't order too many things, and Song Qingyu only needed a cup of hot drink and didn't ask for any snacks.
"Why, afraid of getting fat?" Zhao Zhende said very understandingly.
Female artists are afraid of getting fat, not to mention that this one is still a supermodel.
Song Qingyu smiled lightly and said: "Of course I'm afraid, have you heard of it? I used to be a big fat man of more than 170 catties! Our schoolmates call me the giant white!"
In fact, she didn't want to order something to eat, mainly because she was afraid of pits.
For a model like her who stared at her body strictly and had to measure her size in three days, for fear of her body being slightly deformed, she did not rely on diet to maintain her figure.
"If you don't mention it, I forgot. You are still a sophomore!" Zhao Zhende smiled.
Song Qingyu nodded: "Well, after the first half of the year, it will be a third year in high school."
Zhao Zhende chatted with her a few more words.
The hot drink was brought up, Song Qing took a sip, then frowned, and said: "Rongcheng people taste sweet, I don't usually eat sweets. For me, the drink is too sweet."
When she discovered that she didn't eat much, Zhao Zhende only regarded her as being afraid of getting fat and didn't think too much. He was really eating.
Halfway through the meal, he suddenly said, "Excuse me, I will go to the bathroom."
"Oh, it's okay, you go." Song Qingyu said.
She kept whispering in her heart, didn't Zhao Zhende mean anything else
impossible!
Looking down at the phone, there is already their reply in the WeChat bodyguard group:
No. 1: The main entrance.
No2: In the dining room.
No. 3: At the back door.
…
After A Hua and A Lin reported their positions, A Hua said one more thing: Madam, if it's okay, go back quickly, let Young Master Mo know, and he will be angry.
After staying around for a long time, Ahua and Alin are both people who know Mo Beiyan and Song Qingyu's way of getting along well before.
They all knew that Mo Beiyan liked to be jealous, and Song Qingyu still had to put effort into coaxing him when he was angry.
This is another way of spreading dog food.