With a bang, the door in front of him closed again, but the middle-aged man did not come forward to bother him this time. He stumbled into the elevator, clutching his chest, and his elegant suit was covered with dust.
After dismissing the people here, Song Ye turned around and looked at the floor. After making sure that the mysophobic brother's personal space was not dirty, he carried the dishes into the kitchen to cook. He looked so relaxed that he didn't look like he had just beaten someone. .
In fact, she only used three-thirds of her strength. As her physical fitness gradually improved, her supernatural power also gradually increased. Now she can kill a tiger with one punch.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Qin Zhan finally came back from his work. He looked at the rising numbers in the elevator, thinking that the children at home had been cooking for two hours, and he didn't know what else he could do. But the breakfast was quite good, which gave him a little bit of hope.
The elevator door opened. As soon as he walked to the door and wanted to open the door, he noticed something was wrong. Although the door was clean and there was nothing else, the footsteps on the ground were messy and there were a few new scratches on the wall. He knew it with just one glance. There are traces of a fight.
Apart from Song Ye, the only people who could find him in his apartment were the Qin family.
Thinking of this, his heart sank. He quickly turned the door handle in his hand, opened the door suddenly, and took off his leather shoes. He strode towards the house until he saw the busy people in the kitchen. figure, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're back." Song Ye turned her back to him and didn't look back, nor was she surprised. She just said lightly, "Just in time, wash your hands and eat." After saying that, she came out with a plate of vegetables in her hand and still hanging on her body. A plain black and white apron looks very homely.
Qin Zhan followed her movements and saw that the dining table was already filled with plates. There were actually seven dishes and one soup, including fish, meat, and vegetables. Everything was beautifully presented. He was stunned for a moment, and then turned to take off his clothes. Take off your shoes, wash your hands and serve to the table.
Song Ye and Qin Zhan have completely opposite food requirements.
Qin Zhan is extremely simple and casual, and does not waste food. Song Ye, on the other hand, values enjoyment, pursues perfection, and likes freshness. Every time he cooks, he cooks for a large table, and he must fully enjoy it even if he can't finish it.
"Did you do all of this?" Qin Zhan asked in a rare knowing way, but it was because he was too surprised. He didn't expect the young man to have such good skills.
"Of course, let's try it first." Song Ye admitted generously, handed the chopsticks over, and started using the chopsticks himself.
Qin Zhan was silent, and then he took a chopstick of beef and put it into his mouth. The taste was just right, and the texture of the meat was even more delicious, which showed the skill of the cook. Then he took the second chopstick, the third chopstick... without any unnecessary words, the words came out from him. The faster speed of picking up food gave Song Ye the greatest recognition.
He had three chopsticks and was very fast, while Song Yecai took one chopstick and chewed slowly and carefully. Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere at the table was exceptionally harmonious.
While eating, Qin Zhan felt that his younger brother was a little different from the flashy young man described by others.
When the teenagers in the capital were this old, they were walking around the streets, fighting, and spending money, and their survival skills were basically zero.
But this younger brother of his own has accumulated his wealth early. He has a cold temperament and is very independent. He even has such good cooking skills that he can kill all the dandies outside in an instant.
It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but in the eyes of his elder brother, Qin Zhan is good at everything.
Even this empty apartment used for temporary accommodation became particularly warm because of Song Ye's arrival.
After the meal, Qin Zhan piled the dishes into the dishwasher and came out. He saw Song Ye sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window sill again, reading a book. He walked over and stood tall in front of the window, overlooking the gorgeous night view of the capital. After a long time, he spoke. Asked: "Did someone from the Qin family come here today?"
"Yes." Song Ye turned over the pages of the book and continued browsing without pausing. He replied calmly: "I beat him back."
The Qin family, who fought against the top nobles, still had such a leisurely and indifferent attitude, she was probably the only one in the world.
"Haha, you little brat..." Qin Zhan reached out and touched her head. The soft hairs interspersed with his fingertips, making the corners of his mouth soften. He chuckled softly, "The suit for tomorrow's dinner party is ready for you. Come on, try it yourself to see if it suits you."
By not continuing this topic, Song Ye did not suffer any loss, and he would not let the Qin family have a chance to touch her.
There was no words all night, and another day passed, and night fell. The Yujing Hotel in the capital was destined to be the center of attention tonight, because tonight was the birthday of the mistress of the Qin family in the capital, and all the wealthy businessmen in the capital had arrived early. He came dressed up with an invitation.
During the day, Zhao Chongbin and his party were humiliated by the manager, and finally reluctantly gave up the seven presidential suites, because there would be many people staying overnight at the banquet tonight. Originally, the manager wanted to drive them away and clear out all the rooms, but after hearing what the waiter had done in the past two days, he felt that this man was from a rich family and did not dare to offend easily, so he finally persuaded them to stay. Leave the room.
A presidential suite can accommodate eight people, which is more than enough to be honest.
And as soon as they changed rooms, Zhao Chongbin and his team were no longer in the room. Some of them went to the employee lounge and stole spare work clothes, and some went to the parking lot and made jokes to help the old man act as a commander. When driving to guests, it's easy to grab an invitation or two.
As a movie king-level figure, Zhao Chongbin has naturally sneaked into the banquet hall.
Located in the open-air garden on the top floor of the hotel, the glass on the ceiling is opened at this time, revealing a little bit of starlight, which is dazzling. There are already many guests coming to the entrance of the garden, suits and evening dresses, pearl necklaces and brand-name watches, all showing their status.
"Sir, would you like a glass of champagne?" Zhao Chongbin, dressed as a waiter, stepped forward and handed over some water and wine. He looked so obedient and so skillful that you couldn't tell he was a novice.
The man took the champagne and was about to walk away when he heard the coquettish voice of the female companion next to him, "Please, get me a glass too."
When Zhao Chongbin looked up, he was disgusted by the beauty's flirtatious look, but with a smile on his face, he took the wine glass himself, bent down, and said gentlemanly: "This beautiful lady, please."
The woman reached out to take it, and her fingertips traced the back of Zhao Chongbin's hand ambiguously, which was extremely provocative.
Then, the man dragged the woman away with a gloomy expression, and walked directly to the middle of the venue, next to a man who stood out from the crowd.
The man was only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He was dressed in luxurious clothes, cold and arrogant, and his handsome facial features were extremely eye-catching. If Zhao Chongbin was a handsome boy, then this man was a handsome and domineering CEO.