Xia Mengying had just arrived downstairs with her things. After waiting for less than a minute, a car suddenly stopped beside her. The door opened and Ning Ziqian walked out of the car. He was wearing a white shirt and gray-black suit pants.
, with impeccable figure and appearance, and noble and elegant temperament, he is completely like a modern version of Prince Charming from a fairy tale.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Ning Ziqian smiled, walked around the front of the car, and walked to the passenger seat. Just as he was about to open the door, Xia Mengying suddenly opened the back seat door and got in. "Ning Ziqian, I'll sit in the back."
She sat in the car, raised her head, moved her face slightly, and pointed at her eyes.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Ning Ziqian laughed out loud when he saw Xia Mengying squinting her eyes and pointing at the circles under her eyes, her mouth pouting upwards.
Xia Mengying nodded and said a little embarrassedly, "Time is a little tight, I didn't have time to put on makeup."
It’s not just that I didn’t sleep well yesterday, I haven’t slept well recently either. Otherwise, the dark circles under my eyes wouldn’t be so severe.
"Didn't I tell you not to be anxious and take your time?"
Xia Mengying opened her mouth and thought about it, but she still didn't expose Ning Ziqian's lie to her. How could she have the nerve to let him continue to wait for her?
"Are you going to put your makeup on in the car?"
Xia Mengying smiled and felt a little embarrassed, "You can't go to see the lawyer like this. Will my clothes be too casual?"
Xia Mengying pointed to the clothes on her body, looked at Ning Ziqian and asked.
Xia Mengying wore a white shirt today. The cuffs were designed with lily pleats. They were casual and elegant, not very formal. Below were nine-minute long beige casual pants. Her clothes were all newly purchased because it was summer.
, most of the pants only reached the knees at the longest, and the skirts were all floral. This was already the most formal dress she could choose. Time was tight, and she had no time to buy clothes at all.
She rarely put on makeup. If she hadn't slept well last night and had an important meeting with the lawyer today, she would definitely not put on makeup in the car, especially with Ning Zi Qianyi. She had taken photos in the car before.
There are very few mirrors, but for Xia Xiaoxue, no matter where she goes, she never leaves her mirror. Most of her bags are cosmetics, foundation, eyelashes, etc.
"Why didn't you put so much thought into it when you met me?" Ning Ziqian muttered softly, his thoughts coming out completely unconsciously.
"What did you say?" Ning Ziqian's voice was so soft that Xia Mengying didn't hear it and looked at him curiously.
"It looks good like this, no makeup required."
Ning Ziqian's voice was still calm, but his attitude was very firm, "You also know that lawyer, so there is no need to put on makeup to see him."
If Ling Zeyu were here, he would definitely be able to smell the strong smell of sour vinegar in the air, but Xia Mengying didn't notice it at all. Instead, she felt a little strange that a man took a female friend out, no matter what the relationship between them was, no matter what the relationship was,
Do you all hope that she can be beautiful? That way, she will have more face.
"Know? Who?" She didn't remember that she knew Ning Ziqian's friend. Could it be the female assistant who changed her clothes that night? Was she a lawyer? But they had not met each other.
"If it's any later, we'll be late for the meeting."
Ning Ziqian sent the watch to Xia Mengying, then opened the passenger door and motioned for Xia Mengying to get in.
"knew."
Xia Mengying reluctantly agreed, got out of the back seat of the car, walked to the front passenger seat and sat down.
Ning Ziqian curled his lips in satisfaction, closed the back seat door, and then got into the car.
"What's that you're carrying?"
Ning Ziqian started the engine and the car slowly drove away from Butterfly Garden.
Xia Mengying glanced at the bag on her lap, opened it and said, "I almost forgot, it's breakfast prepared by my mother, Xiao Long Bao, fried dumplings, and fresh soy milk. Ning Ziqian, you should
You haven’t eaten yet.”
Ning Ziqian glanced at the screams and steamed buns in the crisper, looked up at Xia Mengying, nodded and said, "It looks good."
"Of course, my mother's cooking skills are very good. The steamed dumplings she makes are thin and juicy, and are more delicious than those sold in stores outside." Xia Mengying raised her chin and said proudly.
"I'm driving the car now and can't be distracted by eating. You feed me?"
Xia Mengying looked at Ning Ziqian's hand on the steering wheel, and then at the xiaolongbao in her hand. Because it was summer and the air conditioner was on in the car, the temperature inside was lower than outside, so the xiaolongbao was still slightly hot.
The fried dumplings are warm.
If we eat it at Ning Ziqian's house, the food will probably be cold and it won't taste good by then.
"Okay, wait a moment."
Xia Mengying searched inside the bag for a long time, but she barely managed to tear the plastic bag open. She couldn't find any chopsticks, not even disposable gloves.
"What's wrong?" Ning Ziqian glanced at Xia Mengying, then looked at the plastic bag that was completely spread out on her knees, and the corners of his mouth rose.
"I guess I was too hasty and mom forgot to take the chopsticks." With Ning Ziqian, it seems that there is really no situation that goes wrong.
"Then you feed me with your hands." Ning Ziqian said with a smile, the corners of his mouth curved gracefully.
"Ah!" Xia Mengying looked at Ning Ziqian with wide eyes, thinking that she was hallucinating.
"Shall I feed you?" Xia Mengying was still unsure and looked at Ning Ziqian and asked again.
"How can I eat if I don't even have sex gloves?"
Xia Mengying looked at the shiny black steering wheel, and then at the fried dumplings and steamed dumplings that could leak oil at any time, and felt a little hesitant.
"Xia Mengying, I'm hungry." Ning Ziqian smiled when he saw Xia Mengying didn't respond, and continued, "I've only drank two mouthfuls of water since morning, and I haven't had breakfast yet."
Last night, he called the cleaning aunt and asked her to buy groceries and send them over early today. He was waiting for Xia Mengying to cook for him. Although the food she cooked did not taste very good,
To him, it was the most delicious thing. Especially when he saw her busy in the kitchen, he always felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. It felt like a lifetime was short.
"Fried dumplings or small steamed buns?" Thinking of Ning Ziqian getting up early in the morning and driving here to pick her up, and lying about the traffic jam in order not to make her feel guilty for oversleeping, Xia Mengying immediately softened her heart.
Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I agreed.
Isn't it just feeding people? Although she has never had such an experience before, she has never eaten a pig's head and never seen a pig running. When she was in college, she saw a lot of men and women feeding each other.
"Xiaolongbao." Ning Ziqian's cold voice contained a faint smile.
"Open your mouth." Xia Mengying held the steamed bun in her hand and said to Ning Ziqian. Ning Ziqian turned slightly sideways and opened his mouth slightly. Xia Mengying directly put the steamed bun in her hand and accidentally touched it with her ring finger.
Seeing Ning Ziqian's warm and moist lips, Xia Mengying's heart trembled, her eyes widened subconsciously, and she forgot to shrink her hands.
Ning Ziqian looked at Xia Mengying, his dark and deep eyes reflected Xia Mengying's confused and stupid look, as if they were glowing and dazzling. Ning Ziqian lowered his eyes and looked at the hand she brought to her lips, together with the small cage.
Bite together.
A numbing feeling spread from her fingers to her entire body. Xia Mengying screamed and suddenly came to her senses. The other half of the bun that had not yet been put into Ning Ziqian's mouth fell directly on him.
The soup also splashed on his white shirt.
[Author’s digression]: ps: Ning Shao’s cliffhanger was intentional