Qi Rong felt a sense of closeness in his heart that he was a fallen person in the world.

She dragged her crippled leg and followed him step by step.

She had no choice, she couldn't become a model, and she didn't have any academic qualifications. She was coaxed to drop out of high school and become a model before graduating from high school. She was successful for a while at first.

But gradually, this is no longer the case.

She is liked by people abroad because of her so-called "high-end face", but she is not popular in China, so she has no domestic audience.

What's more, she was close to some brands that were unfriendly to country Z, which made domestic fans hate her extremely.

Therefore, her reputation cannot spread at all.

In this industry, there are always a lot of people waiting to replace her.

If she stays here, she will die.

Shang Qian's face had just undergone reconstructive surgery and it didn't look natural.

He told her with a cold face not to follow him.

Qi Rong was disobedient and followed pitifully.

Perhaps out of pity for one of her legs, Shang Qian asked someone to install a prosthetic leg for her.

Finally she was discharged from the hospital and said she wanted to return to China.

Shang Qian glanced at her, said nothing, and followed her back home.

She could vaguely feel that Shang Qian was not as lonely as he appeared. There seemed to be a place in his heart that was sealed by ice and no one could step in.

It wasn't until he opened S French Restaurant here that she asked him what "s" meant.

He said it was his wife's name.

Qi Rong's slightly hot heart instantly cooled down.

It turns out that he has a wife, a family, everything.

Perhaps as a disabled person, she could understand Shang Qian's unspeakable inferiority and embarrassment, so she felt that the far away wife might not be a match at all.

How could she have a future if she didn't care about his disability?

But it wasn't until Su Nan came for the first time that Qi Rong saw Shang Qian calmly lose control for the first time.

He was nervous, flustered, and embarrassed, but he could not hide his excitement and joy.

For the first time, she saw another look on his cold and cold face.

It's a pity that I can only watch from a distance, watching the bright and noble Su Nan eating with others.

And he was like a voyeur.

She knew she had discovered the secret, so she paid extra attention.

He did not shy away from giving Su Nan all the privileges as a guest.

Only she kept it secret.

Sometimes I really don’t know whether to envy or sympathize.

As soon as Qi Rong left the kitchen.

Shang Qian was silent for a few seconds, digesting the complicated emotions in his heart, then picked up the menu again and prepared the ingredients.

It was ready in less than half an hour.

Song Zhihe was stunned for a moment when he saw a strange man coming out of the kitchen with a food box.

When this man stood in front of him, he was so dazzling. Even if he didn't say a word, his aura was clear, noble and noble enough that no one could ignore him.

He was wearing black clothes and black trousers, and his brows were as gentle as jade, but he hid a sharp scrutiny.

The man's eyes are very beautiful, and the lower eyelids are covered with the shadow of eyelashes, which are light and faint, but there is no other emotion in the pupils, and they are indifferent and cold.

Song Zhihe stood up blankly: "You are..."

Shang Qian raised his chin and pointed at the lunch box on the table:

"The meal you ordered."

Only then did Song Zhihe react, "Oh, it's done, thank you."

Shang Qian looked at him for a few seconds before saying in a low voice:

“The dishes we ordered for lunch were all vegetarian and were too cold, and eating so little is not good for your health.”

Song Zhihe suddenly raised his head and looked at Shang Qian in confusion.

But Shang Qian said nothing and turned around to leave.

Song Zhihe touched his head blankly, not understanding what he meant.

Qi Rong hurried over and said with a smile:

"The dishes are ready. In order to maintain the temperature, Assistant Song must persuade Miss Su to eat as soon as possible!"

Song Zhihe nodded and smiled:

"I know, but was that the chef here just now?"

Qi Rong's expression froze and he smiled, "Yes."

"He's so handsome, I thought he was your boss!"

Qi Rong smiled and remained silent.

After Song Zhihe finished speaking, he picked up the food box and left.

Arrive at the company.

Su Nan just came out of the conference room, rubbing her neck to relieve fatigue.

Song Zhihe approached with a smile:

"Mr. Su, your lunch is here..."

Su Nan responded and took it.

Song Zhihe went in and said casually:

"I saw their chef today. He's really good-looking, but he's a little nosy."

Su Nan raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"He said that all vegetarian dishes are not good for the body. Is there any mistake? Girls eat vegetarian dishes to lose weight. I don't understand this..."

Song Zhihe said with a chuckle.

Su Nan's hands froze slightly, and she looked at the meals on the table. Except for one portion of porridge, the others were all cold dishes, not very warm.

I just feel an inexplicable tightness in my heart.

It seemed like something had pinched it.

She twitched her lips: "Indeed, mind your own business."

Song Zhihe was inexplicably happy because she agreed with his words, "How about I go to another restaurant to buy it tomorrow?"

"No, let's go out."

Su Nan said indifferently.

Song Zhihe: "..."

What a picky woman!

The next day.

Su Nan was so busy at noon that she didn't even have time to eat.

But the children and Xiaoyuer once again ran out of the school openly.

This time I also brought Su Lin with me.

Su Lin reluctantly followed with a book.

Fortunately, this time they took a taxi directly to the Su Group.

Yu Lou happened to be seeing off a client downstairs, so he paid the customer and took him up.

He was still a little scared.

He trembled and knocked on the door to tell Su Nan about this.

Su Nan reluctantly let them in.

"Mommy, we think school is so boring!"

Su Nan twitched her lips, "Have you eaten yet?"

She avoided the topic perfectly.

The child pondered for a moment and shook his head:
To be continued...