Qi Ziyan: "Thank you, I remember it."
Shen Wei guessed that the other party wanted to say "I remember you"!
"You're welcome."
The woman's complexion changed slightly and her eyes were bitter.
Miao Miao saw this scene in his eyes, staring at the woman's frustrated but pretending back figure, lost in thought.
"President Shen, did you have hatred with her before?"
Shen Hui shook his head: "No."
"That's weird... Don't be too obvious about this woman's hostility towards you."
This is also where Shen Hou is puzzled.
In her previous life or in this life, she was convinced that she had never seen Qi Ziyan, let alone any holidays.
If it is because of losing the game, but Qi Zichen is also in the team, there are other people, there is no reason to only target Shen Hun.
Miao Miao was still racking his brains to find out why, but Shen Hou's words stopped him—
"I don't know now, but one day I will know."
…
Hot pot restaurants are located in the old alleys of Xicheng District. There are many old shops here, selling word of mouth and feelings.
Seven people drove five cars.
Jiang Shuokai sat in Shen Hou's little white Masha.
She reminded: "Seat belt."
The man pulled it over and fastened it.
Release the handbrake, step on the accelerator, and smoothly merge into the main road traffic.
Jiang Shuokai turned his head and looked out the window, and suddenly said: "Why do you ask my opinion during the game?"
Shen Hou: "Reference."
"Others can too."
"You have to get to the bottom of it?"
Jiang Shuokai put away the laziness in his eyes, "I am used to being clear."
Shen Hou pondered for a moment: "Ask you if you don't ask others, because I think you can think of it with me."
"What makes you feel like this?"
"Usually, the difference between first place and second place is not too big. Because—"
Jiang Shuokai raised his eyebrows and waited for the following.
"They are equally good."
"... So, are you bragging?" The man's mouth twitched.
"No, I'm complimenting you."
Jiang Shuokai was slightly taken aback, and immediately evoked a self-deprecating smile: "What do I have to boast about..."
"Keen, careful, perceptive." Shen Hou opened his mouth and counted out his three advantages.
"Then I really thank you."
Shen Hou frowned, "It sounds perfunctory."
The man was silent.
She understood in an instant: "Is it really perfunctory?" Immediately, she felt funny again, "It's fine if you don't boast, and you can't even be praised by others. What's wrong?"
He fixedly looked out the window and murmured a little, but it was a pity that Shen Hou couldn't hear it clearly.
Twenty minutes later, the old hot pot building in Xicheng District.
"It smells so good..." After Miao Miao parked the car, she smelled an overbearing scent, mixed with the choking of chili, the hemp of pepper, and the scent of boiling red oil.
He Huai is a frequent visitor here, directly in charge of the lobby manager for a private room.
Next is the hot pot time, of course, chat is also essential.
Before that, Gu Qing and Zhang Yang seldom had contact with rich second generations like He Huai and Qi Zichen. They originally thought that most of them were not easy to get along with, but they were not.
Qi Zichen has a gentle temperament and a good conversation. If he wants to, he can quickly find a common topic with you, and his emotional intelligence is extremely high.
Although He Huai is a little perverse, he is definitely not the kind of absurd dude, he is more humorous than Qi Zichen.
Moreover, Shen Hun seemed to have known these two a long time ago, and Gu Qing couldn't help but become curious about her identity.
Out of respect, she did not ask directly.
But I secretly guessed that Shen Hou should not be a white-collar worker like them.
From social circles, to behavioral talk, and the two valuable Maserati, they are not compatible with ordinary office workers.
As for Miao Miao, in Gu Qing's view, she has a fascinating adoration for Shen Hou's attitude, and she is absolutely loyal.
"This is delicious," Miao Miao put a chopstick on Shen Hun, "Try it."
Shen Hun accepted it naturally and began to taste it seriously.
Yes, seriously!
Gu Qing had never seen a person able to do so solemnly and meticulously about eating.
From Shen Hou's expression, demeanor, and actions, we can find that she has a kind of almost pious cherishment for food.
People can't help but want to look more.
Gu Qing is not the only one who is attracted
Qi Zichen was also looking at it quietly, secretly admiring and observing.
The "President" who pointed Jiangshan on the console, the girl who focused on gourmet food in front of the red oil pot, and the third lady who had a cool expression when I first met in Shen's house in my memory.
But which one is the real her
Qi Zichen was curious about a woman for the first time, and this curiosity was accompanied by a strong desire to explore. At a certain moment, he even thought of imprisoning analysis!
Miao Miao: "Excuse me, I'll go to the bathroom."
Shen Hui turned sideways and let her out.
The toilet was passing through the corridor, near the back door. After Miao Miao solved his physical needs, remembering that he had finished drinking, he went to the front desk to get it.
"Give me a bottle of orange juice, thank you."
Waiter: "Would you like a big bottle or a small bottle?"
"Small bottle will do."
"Okay." Just when the waiter turned to take the orange juice from the shelf, a tall figure walked to the counter and stopped beside Miao Miao—
"Bill, please."
The man's voice is beautiful and sexy.
Miao Miao couldn't help but look over. The next second, his eyes were slightly stagnant.
The man seemed to notice the gaze coming next to him, and turned his head slightly: "Hello."
"... Hello, Principal Shen."
Shen Chunhang raised his eyebrows, "Do you know me?"
"Well, I am a student who set sail."
"This year?"
Miao Miao nodded, as if he knew what he wanted to ask, and answered directly: "Class C."
A gentle smile flashed in the man's eyes, like a teacher treats students, and elders treat juniors: "You are very good to be admitted to the sail."
Miao Miao's eyes shone slightly, and then smiled back: "Thank you."
Waiter: "Miss, your orange juice." Then turned to Shen Chunhang, "You spent a total of 872 yuan, may I ask for cash or credit card?"
"Swipe your card." Shen Chunhang fetched out of the bag and handed it over.
Miao Miao could see his well-knotted fingers, slender like jade, and faintly visible blue convex blood vessels on the back of his hand.
"Your card, please keep it away."
Shen Chunhang took it, put it back in his pocket, then slightly nodded at Miao Miao, then turned and left.
Polite, but also alienated.
Shen Chunhang left the hot pot restaurant and walked out along the old alley. His car was parked in the square across the road.
"Hiss..." After walking a certain distance, he suddenly raised his hand to cover his stomach and pressed it twice, as if he wanted to relieve the pain.
Unfortunately, not only did it not alleviate, but it became worse.
Soon, Shen Chunhang couldn't move his feet, fine beads of sweat leaked from his forehead, and the blood on his face faded in an instant.
Just when he was about to fall, he stretched out one hand to support him.
"Principal Shen, are you okay?"
"It is you… "
Miao Miao nodded, his eyes seemed stunned, but after careful distinction, it seemed that there was nothing. It was normal, "Well, it's me. Let me help you sit on a chair next to me, okay?"
"can."
Miao Miao helped him over and sat down beside him, leaving a certain distance in the middle, not arrogant, not intimate, just right.
"Do you have an upset stomach?"
"I'm sick."
"Well, wait here for a while. There is a pharmacy opposite. I'll go and buy some stomach medicine for you."
Shen Chunhang originally wanted to refuse. He is not used to trouble others, especially his students. After all, the identity of the principal is here, which in a sense represents a kind of majesty, which makes him very repulsive to show his fragile side to others. .
But Miao Miao did not give him a chance to refuse, and ran towards the alley after speaking.
From Shen Chunhang's point of view, she can just be seen from the back of her exiting the alley and then crossing the road.
Very heavy, but very generous, unspeakably steady and calm.
Two minutes later, Miaomiao came back, panting slightly, or as a result of her deliberately slowing down her breathing, but she was sweating profusely and her back was half wet.
But she didn't mention anything, and tried to be as relaxed as possible.
Shen Chunhang was slightly surprised: "So fast?"
She smiled and handed him the disposable paper cup in her hand, which was filled with warm water.
Shen Chunhang took it and watched her move neatly to open the pill box, pull out the pills in it and hand it to him, "I have washed my hands."
The man laughed, "I didn't mean that."
"I know, just to tell you, I didn't mean that."
Shen Chunhang swallowed the medicine with warm water.
Miao Miao: "It may take a while before it works."
"Ok."
"Um... Is your stomach always bad?"
Shen Chunhang smiled, his face finally not so pale, "Drinking bad when I was young."
"Don't eat hot pot in the future. The spicyness can easily cause irritation. However, the clear soup is still okay."
Shen Chunhang frowned suddenly, his eyes changed slightly when he looked at Miao Miao...
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ennnn, this is two more.
One more thing, twelve o'clock! Meme~