After the three of them bought things, they took the elevator together to the Japanese restaurant on the top floor.
There are not many people in the shopping malls on the first day of the new year, and most people are still at home with the elderly, or go to visit relatives for New Year's greetings. There are also those who are free to go out to the mall, all of them are young people, and most of them are couples. There were few people in the elevator, three people crowded in the corner and pushed the masks up.
The walls of the elevator were reflective mirrors, Qing Huan looked up inadvertently and found that Nan Yang was staring at her through the mirror behind her.
She turned her eyes away, pushed Nan Yang's forearm with the back of her hand, and whispered, "Don't look at me."
"I didn't look at you." Nanyang's indifferent voice came from behind.
"Nonsense." Qing Huan frowned, how could this person dare not recognize it
"Really do not have."
After Nanyang finished speaking, he rustled for a while, as if he had pulled something out of his bag. After a while, a slender plain white hand holding toilet paper stretched out from behind. Qing Huan thought she was going to wipe her face or forehead, she was blushing and was about to hide, but she saw that hand stretched straight forward and touched the mirror in front of her.
Fingers pressed against the toilet paper, carefully wiping away a little soot stain there.
Qing Huan: "… "
This guy is a real nerd.
And she wasn't really looking at herself.
Qing Huan gritted her teeth, and she felt a burst of embarrassment in her heart.
Although only a pair of eyes are exposed, tomorrow night Cheng can see that Master Qing Huan is angry, but Nan Yang is still focused on cleaning the mirror. Cheng was in a hurry tomorrow night. If Master Qing Huan was annoyed, who would introduce her to someone? She turned her face and looked around, quietly raised her foot, and gently kicked Nanyang's calf with her ankle as a warning.
Nanyang really stopped cleaning the mirror.
Her exposed eyes were full of displeasure, and she looked at Ming Wancheng coldly, and two words were muffled under the mask:
"presumptuous."
Tomorrow night, Cheng rolled his eyes and turned his head to pretend he didn't know Nanyang.
Hopeless.
The elevator made a "ding--" sound, and it had reached the top floor. After all the people on the outside had finished walking, the three people got out of the elevator one after another. The heating on the top floor was fully turned on, and as soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I felt an obvious heat wave rushing towards it, which made people's faces turn red. Qing Huan immediately forgot about the unpleasantness just now, and immediately asked Nan Yang to take off his coat.
It's not good if it gets really hot for a while.
I booked a Japanese private room today, and Qi Yi has been waiting for a long time. When they were brought to the private room by the waiter, Qi Yi held his chin and looked sleepy, and the gold-rimmed glasses slipped to the tip of his nose.
Close the door of the private room, take off the mask, and seat three people. Tomorrow night, Cheng stared at Qi Yi all the time, with a big red spot at the base of his ear, and he almost stabbed his foot when he sat down on the futon.
"Xiao Yi, stay awake." Qing Huan tapped on the table with her phalanx.
Qi Yi rubbed his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You guys are really hard to invite."
Nanyang sat uprightly. The pure black waist-length hair was draped over her shoulders, the white turtleneck lined her jade-white face, and the corners of her brows and eyes were filled with coldness, making her look like a god that was visible and inaccessible. .
"Boss Nan, it's the first time I saw you in person," Qi Yi smiled and stretched out his hand, "I can't tell that you are thirty-five years old, too young, young and beautiful."
Nan Yang glanced at Qi Yi's outstretched hand, turned his head and asked Qing Huan softly, "Can I hold it?"
Qing Huan was pouring tea into the cups of the four, when she heard the words, "Dang... Of course you can."
So Nan Yang stuck out four fingers from the cuff of the sweater, and gently touched Qi Yi's knuckles with his fingertips.
Qi Yi withdrew his hand, rubbed his thumb and forefinger back and forth, reminiscing about Nanyang's cold skin, and tsk tsk: "Hey, I can't see that Boss Nan is a strict wife, he has to ask for instructions even to shake a hand. Can you hold it?"
"She's dead brains, don't make fun of her." Qing Huan replied with a smile.
Qi Yi shook his head: "Zhu Zhu, you will start protecting now? I didn't say anything."
Nanyang pursed his lips and remained silent.
Qi Yi noticed Ming Wancheng, who had been sitting on the corner without speaking, she pushed the gold glasses on the bridge of her nose, and asked with interest, "This little sister is the one you mentioned to me, who is in the same group as you. The second actress?"
"Yes, her name is Ming Wancheng, you can just call her A Cheng."
Qi Yi smiled kindly at Ming Wancheng: "Listen to Zhu Zhu, have you always wanted to know me?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng blushed and nodded frantically.
Qi Yi picked up the water cup and poured water into his mouth: "What do you know me for?"
Tomorrow night Cheng straightened his body, blinked his big eyes, and excitedly called out with 120,000 sincerity:
"elder sister!"
Qi Yi looked at her with water.
Tomorrow night, Cheng blushed and asked the second half of the sentence aloud while stammering:
"You, can you take care of me?"? ?
Nanyang: "..."
Qing Huan: "… "
Qi Yi: "Pfft... cough cough..."
A sip of water almost sprayed on the opposite Nan Yang.
Qi Yi covered his mouth and wet chin with a tissue, and looked at the teenage girl across from him in surprise, and soon looked at Qing Huan with disbelief.
Cheng added: "Sister, I'm a little star anyway. I'll become a big star in the future, and I'll become very famous and famous. You won't suffer from taking care of me."
Qing Huan didn't expect Cheng to say such a thing tomorrow night. She is more puzzled than Qi Yi. If Cheng is really just looking for someone to take care of her tomorrow night, shouldn't he go to those rich big bosses? Qi Yi is only a high school teacher. Although the family is not short of money, there is absolutely no confidence to spend a lot of money for her. What the hell is Cheng thinking about tomorrow night
Nanyang sat on the side with a sullen face, and there was only one thought in his heart.
A three thousand year old person is so embarrassed to call out the word "sister".
However, Cheng is eighteen years old tomorrow night, and Qi Yi is twenty-six this year, and to a certain extent, he is indeed eight years older than Ah Cheng. She called the princess sister three thousand years ago, and she still calls her sister now, which is reasonable.
Qi Yi sighed helplessly, looked at Ming Wancheng, who was full of childishness, and asked, "Is it right to call you Ah Cheng?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng nodded hurriedly.
"So Ah Cheng, have you graduated from high school?"
Tomorrow night Cheng looked blank, "High... High school?"
Qi Yi frowned, the question in his eyes could not be concealed: "You didn't miss high school, did you?"
Tomorrow night Cheng slowly shook his head.
"What about junior high school?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng continued to shake his head.
"What about elementary school? Didn't you go to elementary school?"
Still shaking his head.
The expression on Qi Yi's face became more and more ugly: "You haven't even read the nine-year compulsory education?"
Tomorrow night, Cheng opened his mouth, thinking to himself, I don't know if it counts as a diploma after more than ten years of kendo practice in Beifu Mountain.
Qing Huan didn't expect that Cheng hadn't read the book tomorrow night. Now the matter between her and Qi Yi is even more hanging. Qi Yi has a scholarly family, and the diplomas in the family are high one by one. Qi Yi himself is a graduate student and is still taking the exam. And tomorrow night, Cheng didn't even go to elementary school.
What is this called? The cutest degree is poor
"Sister, will you despise me because of this?" Ming Wancheng knew where her face advantage was. At this time, she began to blink those innocent big eyes again, and she also pretended to have tears in her eyes.
Qi Yi squeezed through his teeth with difficulty: "I, I don't think we can talk about the word 'disgusting'..."
Tomorrow night Cheng suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Qi Yi's wrist.
"Sister, try it, try to support me, I'm very good. Please, I will be very obedient, you can ask me to do anything, really." She said that tears were about to fall.
Nanyang's face was freezing on one side, and his hands were clenched into fists.
Unfortunate teacher.
Really unfortunate teacher.
Qi Yi was frightened, and the gold-rimmed glasses slipped onto the tip of his nose again. The girl's scorching body temperature was tightly wrapped around her wrist, she twisted hard, but found that she couldn't break free.
Qing Huan interjected: "A Cheng, why don't you let go of Xiao Yi first, you guys..."
Tomorrow night, Cheng turned a deaf ear and stared at Qi Yi, "Sister, where are you staying today? Would you like to come to our hotel? Can I find you at night?"
Qi Yi pushed his glasses, his voice trembling: "Zhu Zhu, I think I'm suddenly not too hungry, or I'll take a step first, you guys take it slow..."
Cheng's tears streamed down the corners of his eyes tomorrow night: "Sister, don't you like me?"
"I… "
Qi Yi looked at the poor girl in front of her, she was afraid and soft-hearted. She had never been so eagerly confessed before, her mind was a mess, and she didn't know what to say: "I don't dislike you..."
"Sister likes me?" Cheng broke into a smile tomorrow night, and put the small note that had been prepared in Qi Yi's hand, "Very good, this is my mobile phone number and WeChat ID, sister remember to add it when you go back. Me, send me the location at night, and I'll find you!"
Qi Yi took it in a confused way, and there was a layer of mist on the glasses.
The waiter knocked on the door, and the set meal Qi Yi had ordered a long time ago was ready. Tomorrow night Cheng had to let go of Qi Yi and free the table for the waiter to serve. After the dishes were served, the atmosphere at the dinner table eased a little. Tomorrow night, Cheng smirked at Qi Yi while eating sashimi, causing Qi Yi to get goosebumps.
The Japanese food is set by Qi Yi, and Nanyang does not like to eat Japanese food. She still prefers to eat traditional Chinese food.
Qing Huan noticed that Nan Yang didn't move his chopsticks much, and asked her in a low voice, "Are your hands uncomfortable? Why don't you eat sushi?"
Nanyang stared at the green dipping sauce on the plate for a long time, and replied softly, "Mustard."
"Don't like mustard?"
"It's not that I don't like it," Nanyang paused and lowered his voice, "If you eat it, you will cry, so you can't eat it."
In Qing Huan's mind, the image of Nanyang covering her eyes and crying after eating mustard by mistake appeared. She couldn't help laughing at the corners of her mouth, but she still comforted her: "Then don't dip it in mustard, dip it in Qiandao sauce, or drizzle some soy sauce."
Nanyang still shook his head: "I don't want to eat it."
"Anyway, eat a little bit. The dumplings you ate in the morning are almost digested now. If you don't eat some now, you will be hungry and have stomach pains at night."
"... If you really don't eat it, you can eat it."
"Try one, this one tastes good."
Qing Huan picked up a caviar sushi and handed it to Nanyang's mouth. She suddenly remembered that she was calling out to Sister Qi Yi just tomorrow night. Qi Yi was eight years older than her, so she called her sister. Then Nanyang is eleven years older than him, so can he say that too
"Do you really want me to feed you?" The smile on Qing Huan's lips became a bit bad, and her tone was deliberately stained with a touch of ambiguity, and she read the next two words softly and seductively, "Sister?"
Nan Yang raised his eyes suddenly, his light brown pupils vibrating strongly.