Xia Mengying and her group went downstairs. There were several cars parked in a row under the girls' dormitory building. Before Xia Mengying hung up the phone, she glanced around and asked, "We have already gone downstairs. What's the license plate number?"
As soon as Xia Mengying got off, Ning Ziqian saw her, immediately pushed open the car door, stood at the door of the car, waved and smiled at Xia Mengying.
Xia Mengying looked at Ning Ziqian, and was stunned for a moment. Then when she realized that the classmates who were passing by were also looking at Ning Ziqian, and some of them were already talking about it, she immediately said, "Wait for me in the car.
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She hasn't been here for a week since she was drunk last time. Even now, everyone still has his picture on everyone's lips, and everyone is still talking about him with gusto.
Ning Ziqian didn't care at all. Xia Mengying looked back at her classmates and smiled awkwardly, "Let's get in the car quickly."
After saying that, he quickly ran to Ning Ziqian. Ning Ziqian walked to the other side and opened the passenger door for Xia Mengying. He made a very gentlemanly gesture of greeting. Xia Mengying looked at Ning Ziqian like this
, suddenly lost his temper, blushed, laughed out loud, and got into the passenger seat.
"Hello, Mr. Ning."
Liang Yufei smiled all over her face and greeted Ning Ziqian very enthusiastically. Xu Jing and Wang Qingqing did the same, but they were a little shy. Ning Ziqian nodded politely to them and opened the car door for them.
"Get in the car."
Although neither Xia Mengying nor Ning Ziqian said it clearly, in the eyes of others, Ning Ziqian was Xia Mengying's boyfriend.
It stands to reason that Liang Yufei, Wang Qingqing and others can all call Ning Ziqian by his first name, but Ning Ziqian has been out of society for a few years and has the restrained maturity of a successful man. To students like them, he is like an elder.
Yes, in front of Ning Ziqian, Liang Yufei could not call his name smoothly like Xia Mengying.
After Ning Ziqian closed the car door thoughtfully, he got into the driver's seat and said, "Seat belt."
Xia Mengying was just looking at Ning Ziqian, but she hadn't fastened her seat belt yet.
Of course, Ning Ziqian was not reminding Xia Mengying to fasten her seat belt, but leaning over to help Xia Mengying buckle her seat belt directly.
"I can just do it myself."
Xia Mengying said in a low voice, her face was hot. Originally, she just wore a seat belt, which was nothing at all, but there were three people behind her, watching with six eyes.
"Just pretend we don't exist."
Liang Yufei pursed her lips, but laughter still overflowed.
Xu Jing and Wang Qingqing looked at Ning Ziqian's handsome side face, with rosy cheeks and spring-like eyes that were filled with pink bubbles. They looked at Xia Mengying's eyes with unspeakable envy.
For a girl in her early twenties, a mature and restrained successful man like Ning Ziqian is definitely more attractive than a young boy like Qi Zhiming.
"Mengmeng, courtesy reciprocates, Mr. Ning put on your seat belt, do you have to put it on for him too?"
Liang Yufei smiled and joked.
Ning Ziqian leaned back and sat upright, looking at Xia Mengying with raised eyebrows, the corners of his lips raised, as if waiting for Xia Mengying to fasten her seat belt.
"Hurry up, I haven't eaten for a day and I'm starving to death."
Xia Mengying pretended not to notice and touched her flat belly. She was indeed very hungry when she first woke up, but maybe she was almost too hungry. In addition, she ate a tea egg and drank a glass of water.
I don't feel it anymore.
When Ning Ziqian heard Xia Mengying say that he hadn't eaten all day, he gave up the idea of joking with her and fastened his seat belt.
"What's for dinner?"
"Liang Yufei said she wanted to eat Western food."
Xia Mengying turned to look at the people in the back seat, "Is it French, British or Italian food?"
Liang Yufei looked at Xu Jing, and Xu Jing looked at Wang Qingqing. Obviously, they didn't do much research on these things.
"Then French food will be fine."
French cuisine ranks first among Western cuisines, and the French are famous for being good at eating and being good at it.
"I know a good French restaurant."
Ning Ziqian's words played into Xia Mengying's heart. For her who has a heavy taste, she rarely chooses Western-style restaurants unless it is for social occasions, so she doesn't know much about this.
Ning Ziqian took Xia Mengying to a place called "Zunchenfang". Xia Mengying heard from friends who had returned from studying in France that the French food here was very authentic, unlike some other French restaurants in S City.
The restaurant's taste is Chinese-style.
"Zun Cheng Fang" is located in the streets of the old town of S City. I heard that the head chef here is the son-in-law of S City and has been here for more than 20 years.
The restaurant is not very big, a bit like a private club, with only five or six tables. It is decorated in a completely French palace style. There are many oil paintings and decorations on the walls, and the cabinets are filled with wine. Every equipment is very simple, but it is small.
Together, they are very flavorful and sentimental.
Different from those big French restaurants outside, the waiters here are pure French, and they are already a little older, but their faces have the same loving and peaceful smiles as in this old street. Maybe they have spent time in S City.
Not short, so they can all speak Mandarin, but it is not pure.
Ning Ziqian obviously didn't come here all the time, because the two elderly waiters in the store were obviously more enthusiastic about him. They talked in French. Ning Ziqian spoke French very smoothly, and coupled with his gentle voice,
It's very nice, like a moving song.
Before going to France, Xia Mengying crammed in French for a month. The most basic daily communication, such as ordering food, buying tickets, and asking for directions, was no problem, but other things she couldn't understand at all.
After Xia Mengying said hello, she and a few others found a place to sit down.
"Xia Mengying, your boyfriend can also speak French, he's really awesome."
Xu Jing looked at Xia Mengying, the envy in her eyes deepened.
Xia Mengying smiled sheepishly and wanted to deny it, but she didn't. She wouldn't deny it. If she had denied it, Xu Jing and Wang Qingqing might have taken the opportunity to pounce on him.
Although she wanted the long-term pain to be less severe than the short-term pain, she had never introduced women to Ning Ziqian.
"How old is he? What does he do? When did you meet?"
Wang Qingqing was talking volubly, her eyes full of curiosity and interest.
Xia Mengying held her forehead with her hands, really not thinking about them. She and Ning Ziqian met in a bar, and they were the old-fashioned hero who saves the beauty.
"Where do you get so many problems? This is Mengmeng's man. Don't think too much. Put away those wolf-like eyes of yours."
Liang Yufei held Xia Mengying with one arm and waved the other hand in front of Xu Jing and Wang Qingqing.
Liang Yufei didn't know exactly what Xu Jing and Wang Qingqing were thinking, but they were close to each other. The broadcasting department was famous for having many beauties. Of course, in this materialistic era, there were even many girls in the class who were being kept.
Xia Mengying didn't know these things, but Liang Yufei knew them.