Bai Qianqiu was very hungry. She only thought about eating to fill her stomach. She didn't even feel that she was being looked at directly.
Although Nangong Heng had his back turned to the man, he did not ignore the obscene look. He turned back coldly and cast a cold glance.
The man in the suit did not ignore this stalwart man from the beginning, but Nangong Heng was sitting with his back to him before, so he had no fear. Besides, in his concept, what does it mean for a beautiful woman to have a boyfriend? Appreciate beautiful women.
It is a matter of course and natural.
But at this moment, when Nangong Heng gave him a cold and stern glance, I felt a little chill in my heart. I didn't dare to look at him, and I didn't dare to look at Bai Qianqiu anymore.
Turning around again, the chill subsided, and I found that the cold man had turned his head and was slowly eating a bowl of cheap fried noodles.
Sigh! He immediately became extremely contemptuous. What is there to be afraid of?
How much can a person who eats in this small restaurant achieve?
That man who can only afford fried noodles, what is so scary about him? Despise...
He glanced at Nangong Heng's back carelessly, his left leg crossed over his right leg with disdain, humming an unknown tune, and took out a pack of brand-name cigarettes from his small purse like a show off, and took out one.
He nodded, squinted his eyes, took a puff, raised his head and puffed out a smoke ring.
The air in the small place was already blocked. Bai Qianqiu, who was eating noodles with soybean paste, was very sensitive to the smell of smoke. He couldn't help but frown. He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Nangong Heng opposite. He was glad in his heart that this man didn't smoke.
Most people think that men who smoke are attractive, but in her opinion, men who don't smoke are more attractive.
Appreciating men who do not smoke does not mean that this person has stronger self-control, but that not smoking itself means that their mental state is good.
"Is it delicious?" She asked softly, looking at his noble eating posture.
"Not bad." Nangong Heng glanced back at her lightly, happily picking up the noodles and eating generously. His movements were very tasteful, and he had a kind of boldness that others could not learn from.
"That's good." Bai Qianqiu pursed her lips in relief. The smell of smoke in her nose was not too strong and she could bear it, so she forced herself to ignore the smell and concentrated on finishing the noodles in front of her.
The lady boss brought the dishes ordered by the young smoking man with a smile, and brought an ashtray along with her. The young man put the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs into the ashtray without hesitation, without putting it out, and just let it go.
It exudes wisps of mist.
The young man twisted his chopsticks and began to eat wantonly, but suddenly from the corner came the violent coughing sound of the cartilage boy, one after another, getting more and more rapid, making people's hearts twitch when they heard it.
The young man looked up impatiently and saw the cartilage boy in the corner who was coughing. The boy's fair cheeks were red from suppressing it. His originally slightly distorted face became even more scary because of the cough. He probably couldn't even eat.
He couldn't chew like a normal person, and his face and corners of his mouth were stained with the brown sauce of fried noodles. He was coughing violently with his mouth wide open, which made him feel distressed and sad.
The boy's mother stood beside him to support her, put one hand on his back, caressed him anxiously, and whispered, "Would you like some water?"
The young man stabilized his breathing, then shook his head and grinned, suppressing the discomfort caused by the pungent smell of cigarette smoke. He coughed, tentatively picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a noodle to signal his mother to eat.
His fingers were curled, and the way he held the chopsticks was crooked, making people worried that the chopsticks would accidentally fall off, or that they would not be able to hold the slippery noodles at all...
"Crack!!!"
The young man slammed his chopsticks on the table, making a sudden sound, which shocked people. The young man paused for a moment, but did not pay attention to the sound. He still smiled and trembled.
The face was handed to her mother. After being startled, the mother smiled happily. At this moment, even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes seemed to come alive.
"You're not allowed to eat anymore! Where's the boss?!"
The young man shouted in dissatisfaction. The small place was really small. When the proprietress heard him yelling, she quickly walked out and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss! Why do you let everyone in your store?" The young man pointed at the skeletal boy with dissatisfaction and complained: "Look at his face! It's facing me! I can't even eat with him here.
Got it!"
The smiling face of the boy's mother suddenly changed. She looked here in panic, her mouth opened, but she didn't know what to say. She glanced worriedly at her son, whose face was still stained with sauce, and her eyes were filled with helplessness. Both mother and son
For a moment, he showed an expression as humble as dust.
"This..." The proprietress looked at the simple mother and son. The most important thing in doing business is harmony and wealth. Only customers are picky about merchants. How can a merchant be picky about customers?
"Tell them to leave!" The young man slapped the table with great dissatisfaction: "It's really unappetizing!"
"Hehe... How about I change seats for you?" The proprietress apologized and thought of a solution that had both ends in embarrassment. The young man in front of her bought her a lot of good food, so she couldn't neglect it.
"Ahem...!!!" After hearing their conversation, the young man felt anxious and astringent. He clenched the chopsticks in his hands tightly with his little fists, and the cough he had just suppressed began to become violent again.
"It's not the same anywhere else! Listening to his coughing sound, how can anyone eat it? It's so disgusting!"
The young man glanced at the painful young man, not feeling ashamed at all for lighting up his cigarette: "Just thinking about his face makes me so sick that I can't eat. Hurry up, let them go!"
He waved his hands and kept urging. The mother and son were very shabby. They only ordered a portion of noodles. They looked poor. He was not afraid of being offended. Besides, the young man looked so ugly with his face covered in dirt after eating.
, it makes him extremely uncomfortable to think that he has to face this face all the time while eating! Huh, he will not wrong himself in order to satisfy others!
"Well..." The proprietress looked at the mother and son apologetically. Although she sympathized with their situation, she didn't run a charity, so there was no need to offend the big client in front of her for them.
Businessmen attach great importance to profit. You can tell at a glance which one is more important than the other.
Although the boss didn't finish what he said, the meaning was self-evident.
"Ugh..." The young man looked at his mother aggrievedly, and then looked at the noodles in front of him that he had only eaten a few mouthfuls of. He pursed his lips and wanted to cry.
His mother's eyes were slightly red, with tears glistening in her eyes. She took out a tissue and wiped the dirt on his face, choking and saying: "Let's go..."