"Ms. Song, eat slowly. Come, have some soup."
Han Shao very considerately served her a bowl of soup. Song Xi smiled awkwardly and buried her head to drink the soup he served her.
It was obviously a high-end restaurant, but she couldn't taste any flavor in the food.
I just felt it was bland, not as tasty as her braised beef noodles.
Sure enough, she was a rough woman and a refined life was not suitable for her.
While drinking her soup, she avoided eye contact with Han Shao and kept looking out the window with her head tilted.
Just then, she saw a familiar figure outside the restaurant, wandering around the door.
The man was wearing a loose grey sportswear and a large hood that covered most of his face. Song Xi couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she felt that he gave her a very familiar feeling.
Especially his figure, which looks very much like someone deep in my memory.
The spoon Song Xi was using to drink soup suddenly fell into the bowl without her noticing.
However, Han Shao, who had been paying attention to her, noticed that something was wrong with her.
"Miss Song, what's wrong?"
Song Xi shook his head absentmindedly, and when he looked outside again, the figure was gone.
She couldn't help but lower her eyes in disappointment. It turned out to be another illusion of hers.
By the way, she seems to be having hallucinations frequently recently.
"Cousin, you haven't answered Brother Han's question yet."
"What? What's the problem?" Song Xi was obviously not paying attention.
Shu Changchang rolled his eyes at her and kindly repeated, "Brother Han was just asking you what kind of job you are doing now."
Song Xi raised her eyes and looked at Han Shao inexplicably, "Do you have any questions?"
Han Shao didn't mind that the other party wasn't paying enough attention, he just smiled and nodded.
Song Xi licked her lips embarrassedly. Well, she was really bad. Even if she didn’t like him, she couldn’t show it so obviously. It would hurt her self-confidence.
"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, please don't mind."
"It's okay, Miss Song is very interesting." Han Shao said, placing one hand on Song Xi's hand holding the soup spoon.
Song Xi was so scared that her hands trembled, and she quickly pulled them back. However, her second cousin Shu Changchang looked pleased, and it seemed that there was hope for these two.
In a corner of the restaurant, Mo Sen watched Han Shao actually touch Song Xi's hand, and a cold light flashed in his beautiful eyes.
"Well, I don't have a regular job right now. I'm a freelance writer. I just stay at home and write novels every day."
As Song Xi spoke, she hid the hand that Han Shao had held behind her back.
Han Shao seemed not to notice her actions and showed great interest in her words.
"Really? I'm currently working for an online literature company, and I'm in charge of finance. Our company is currently the only online literature company listed on the stock market in Country Z."
"Hey, your job is also related to online literature?" Song Xi began to become a little interested. Thinking about what he said, she felt that she seemed to have heard of the online literature company that Han Shao mentioned.
"The online writing company you're talking about, isn't it MS?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
Song Xi said excitedly, "Because I am a contracted author for one of MS's websites, Sensenbuxi."
"Really?" Han Shao obviously didn't expect this, "Then we are quite predestined."
As Han Shao spoke, he once again held the hand that Song Xi had just extended from behind.
Song Xi was so excited that he didn't notice it.
"Yes, yes. I didn't expect that Brother Han and my cousin are so destined to meet." Shu Changchang said happily.