Qin Songyao heard the waiter ask Bo Siyan, but he didn't hear Bo Siyan's answer. But she guessed that it was probably coffee because he also brought a laptop, which should be an office worker.
The corner she had chosen was not very conspicuous, but Bo Siyan chose the best location in the venue, including light, night view, and table size, which were the most suitable for office work.
There were only two of them in the store, and a dozing waiter, who had a cup of coffee for a long time.
Qin Songyao was still aiming at Bo Siyan at first. Seeing that Bo Siyan didn't notice her, she continued to read the script and continued to cry.
Bo Siyan sat under the light with a first-class view and could see the entire restaurant almost clearly.
In the corner, the woman cried like a fool, and he could see her every time he looked up.
Don’t sleep in the middle of the night, run downstairs and cry?
He stared at the screen. During the video conference, the partners thought he was not satisfied with the cooperation and grinned throughout the whole process.
Bo Siyan thought to himself: What's ridiculous? They are not cooperating with black toothpaste.
The sound of sniffing came from the corner.
He felt a little thrilled, and suspected that she had not yet come out of that day. When he saw her, he felt that she had lost weight. Did she cry every night when she came to Hong Kong City for so many days?
In the corner, Qin Songyao finished brushing the first half of the notebook and cried so hard that his throat was dry.
Suddenly, the waiter came over.
"Ms. Your cake."
"I didn't order it."
"Which gentleman ordered it to you?"
Qin Songyao was stunned for a moment, and she looked in the direction of Bo Siyan.
At night, he was wearing a suit and ties when he went out, but he was not wearing a coat and a black shirt. He sat under the light. The watch on his wrist was shining brightly, and his other injured hand was idle. The redness of his jaw had faded a little.
, it does not affect his appearance at all.
He gave her a cake?
Qin Songyao was a little confused and asked the waiter, "Have he said something?"
The waiter recalled that when the gentleman talked to her, his face was as cold as ice, not as if he was happy.
She looked at Qin Songyao again, with loose hair, wearing animal pajamas, and big black-framed glasses on her nose. Although she was beautiful, she was a bit sloppy. Then she looked at the man under the light, wearing a noble look, and in the window of the luxury store.
The exhibitions are as dazzling as ever.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like you know each other, and Bo Siyan doesn’t seem like a man who can chat with others.
She lowered her head and whispered: "The gentleman didn't say anything. Maybe you cried too loudly and it made him a little disturb."
Qin Songyao:???
She couldn't help rolling her eyes.
"Take the cake back and tell him I don't need it."
"ah?"
Qin Songyao thought about it and felt it was not enough. She took a bite of the baked cloth and said, "You can bring him a word for me."
"You said."
"Let him meddle in other people's business."
waiter:"……"
That gentleman was either rich or noble at first glance, and she was not stupid, so she would not have said this.
Not far away, Bo Siyan took a sip of coffee, looked at the black man on the screen and changed his smile, stopped showing his teeth, and began to learn from the implicit smiles of Oriental people.
He pursed his lips and couldn't help but tear a post-it note from the coffee shop, put it on the computer screen, covering the black face, listening to the sound.
Just in time, the waiter is back.
He sat up straight, with a noble posture, glanced at him, but found that the cake had been returned.
"Sir, the lady said that she doesn't like cakes."
Bo Siyan frowned.
He was about to speak when the front desk prompted him: "You have a new dine-in order pending."
He looked up and saw what was displayed on the monitor.