"Why did you suddenly return to China?" Su Qiao suddenly became a little curious about this.
"First, the accounts of the domestic branch are not correct. The profit has obviously shrunk in the past year. Second, ..."
Thinking of the second reason, Cen Mohan suddenly stopped.
This made Su Qiao even more curious. He wiped his sweat and took a few steps closer: "What is it?"
"I have trouble sleeping and often have nightmares. My sister advised me to return home, go to a temple and ask a fortune teller to do my fortune telling."
Su Qiao remembered that he had asked her before where there was a good temple. He wanted to find a famous and enlightened monk. He believed in this.
Although she didn't think that finding a so-called monk to interpret dreams could solve his sleep problems, sometimes, psychological comfort and psychological suggestion could be helpful.
"Your sister?"
Cen Mohan was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "My biological sister, not Cen Yue."
"In fact, Cen Yue is not my biological cousin. She is just a distant relative who is a cousin of mine. She is not really one of my own."
"She was able to work at Xingyu because of her ex-husband. When they divorced, her ex-husband transferred Xingyu's shares to her for the sake of their daughter."
"Oh." Su Qiao had no interest in Cen Yue's affairs.
Cen Mohan sensed this and immediately changed the subject, staring at her with burning eyes: "Before I had time to find a master, I met you."
"The night I met you, I unexpectedly slept very soundly and didn't have any dreams."
Su Qiao knew that he was referring to that evening when she had just come out of Wang's house and was arguing angrily with Wang Zhiyao on the road.
"So I can calm my nerves?" And it's a sleeping pill
"My sister and I both believe in Buddhism."
Cen Mohan knew that she didn't believe it, but this was the fact.
Looking at her deeply: "Cause and effect, fate and destiny." They are destined to meet.
Su Qiao was speechless.
"You don't mean to say that if we are destined to meet, we will meet even if we are thousands of miles apart? That's a bit too old-fashioned."
Cen Mohan was a little helpless, "Existence is reasonable, no matter if it is old-fashioned or not."
Just like his dream, even though it has troubled him for so many years and brought a lot of inconvenience to his life, he does not hate it.
He felt that its existence was foreshadowing something.
He had been waiting quietly, just like when he was a child, squatting in a corner, waiting day by day for the ants in the ant nest under the tree stump to move.
He believes that when the time comes, the results will come.
So he waited for her.
A girl who can end his nightmares, someone who might be related to his dreams and perhaps have an inextricable relationship with him.
Next, he will wait slowly, waiting for the moment when the final result will be revealed.
Of course, this didn't stop him from being with her, nor did it stop him from liking her.
He even enjoyed the process of being attracted to her little by little.
The topic of their meeting soon ended as Su Qiao concentrated on his training.
After practicing for about an hour and a half, the two took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and went to the restaurant together.
Hotpot is indispensable, but in order to help her supplement her nutrition, Cen Mohan also ordered beef, fish, shrimp, as well as vegetable and fruit salad.
Cen Mohan looked at the person opposite him who was busy eating and didn't even glance at him. He felt amused and helpless.
He used a serving chopstick to pick up some boiled mutton, dipped it in the sauce, put it in a small bowl, and pushed it in front of her.
"Is it tasty?"