Cheng Lang's perverted smile, which seemed to be saying, "Little girl, you're still a little tender," made Xu Qiao want to refuse to attend.

But the other five people in the studio had already assembled. Huanhuan happily got into the business car and said something like "Support Miss Yu's blessing". As the protagonist of the newcomer tonight, Xu Qiao found it difficult to speak to everyone's fun, so he could only pack up his painting tools and go downstairs.

It’s not like a pervert. After an hour’s drive, when Xu Qiao walked into a French restaurant hidden in Beicheng Hutong, there was no one in the crowd, he had to admit that this man deserved to have a good sister in Haitang, and his aesthetic taste was really good.

Shuttle through the deep and quaint oriental alleys, the medieval murals and silver candles and forks in the west are as bright as Western colors. The milky white European-style window curtains beside the bay window are blown like dreams by the alley wind, and the entire restaurant is filled with a sense of unreality that is inverted by time and space.

Girls usually call this sense of inreality: romance.

But, is there really a job-style dinner party to book a date and holy place?

She has never been to work, don't mess with her.

The reactions of three ladies in the business car after getting off the bus gave Xu Qiao the answer-

Lin Bai opened his mouth and stood there in a daze.

The front desk girl Su Shan was disable in her native language and said in a Korean drama: "Oh, oh, oh..."

The craftsman Rosa pushed Su Shan, asking her not to be ashamed as if she had never seen the world. After saying that, she couldn't help but straighten her chest and abdomen, and put on a dignified posture to welcome the big scene.

When I walked into the restaurant, I saw the tall tower candlesticks lit up on the round table in the center of the hall. The other two men couldn't help but whispered: "Isn't you really going to the wrong place?"

The staff dinner shouldn’t be a hot pot barbecue food stall. Is it a set of karaoke and card games? Why did you start a candlelight dinner?

"It's right." A male voice rang behind everyone.

The waiter immediately pulled open the seat of the seat.

Cheng Lang walked up, let go of the buttons of the suit, sat down and raised his hand: "Sit down."

Everyone was shocked by the strange atmosphere and the boss's posture and did not move - mainly because no one dared to sit next to Cheng Lang.

Only Xu Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth and was about to walk to the seat far away from Cheng Lang, but he saw him pointing his index finger at his right hand: "Miss Yu is the guest of honor today."

The seats in the guest seats of the guest seats were pulled open by the waiter.

Everyone looked at Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao sat over with a "ok, fine" look on his face, and the others sat down one after another.

Cheng Lang smiled: "I will introduce myself. My surname is Cheng, and I am one of the partners in this studio."

"Hello, Mr. Cheng!" Everyone was straightened their waists and nodded in unison.

Cheng Lang smiled and gestured to everyone to be more casual.

Because of the unsociable silence, Xu Qiao covered her mouth and coughed, and yawned at the boring opening remarks.

Lin Bai suggested: "Mr. Cheng, let everyone introduce themselves, right?"

Cheng Lang nodded, and gently tapped his knuckles on his right hand to give Xu Qiao a hint - listen well.

Oh, it turns out that these scenes were prepared for her.

The five people introduced one round in turn, and Xu Qiao wrote down. In addition to her assistant and the front desk girl, there are currently three technical staff members in the studio, namely two jewelry craftsmen, one man and one woman, and one male jewelry designer.

It was Xu Qiao's turn. She was a little uncomfortable with the positioning of a newcomer in the workplace. She cleared her throat and said unnaturally: "Yu Li, the feathered feather, the standing one is a new intern jewelry designer, everyone... that, take care of you."

Cheng Lang turned his head and bent his mouth.

What a laugh. Xu Qiao quietly kicked his leather shoes under the table.

Cheng Lang curled his smile and said to everyone: "Ms. Yu is an intern introduced by President Yu. He has just graduated. Why not be as experienced as everyone here. If you have any inappropriate aspects in the future, you will be more responsible."

Which intern with no background can be assigned to an assistant as soon as he joins the new year and sits in the host seat directly for a dinner party? Do you dare not take this role?

Everyone responded happily: "Ah, of course. Everyone has come here like this!"

At the end of the opening, Cheng Lang nodded to the waiter and signaled to order food.

Everyone was holding a menu, staring at the price column for a long time, you shook your eyebrows with me, and I bit your lip, and no one dared to say a word first.

Xu Qiao did not notice anything strange about everyone. After lunch, I didn’t have a good meal. At this moment, I saw the menu and my stomach was ginger. My colleagues all turned into a background. I turned to the waiter and said, “First I have a glass of sparkling wine before the meal. I need tuna salad for the starter. Then…Cherry foie gras, black truffle sea urchin, cuttlefish sauce fried snails, Angus beef tenderloin, butter lobster soup, give me soufflé, half sugar, and another one…”

When everyone heard her sign up for a dish, they immediately looked for the corresponding price in the price list. When she said it all the time, she looked up in shock.

Xu Qiao paused, slowly turned his head to look at Cheng Lang, and winked at him - did I order too many?

Cheng Lang was looking down at the menu just now, but he didn't notice the reaction of others. He blinked and recalled her order. He didn't think something was wrong. He raised his chin to her and signaled to continue.

Xu Qiao was a little disgusted by everyone: "No, just... let's do it."

Cheng Lang looked up at the nervous others: "If you don't have any special thoughts, just follow Miss Yu's one copy?"

Everyone nodded like pounding garlic, and a thought vaguely passed by their minds - why do they feel like they are sitting here like a decoration?

Because Cheng Lang's social skills were easy to deal with this scene, when the dishes came, Xu Qiao almost lost the need to speak and was eating it all the way.

However, in order to provide her with a harmonious background board for her meal and prevent the scene from being frozen and cold, Cheng Lang was busy talking to others. He didn't eat much after a meal. In the end, the dessert was not intended to move and asked: "I don't eat sweets, do anyone want to eat two?"

Who dares to raise his hand?

The front desk girl Su Shan pointed at Xu Qiao with great insight and insight: "Miss Yu seems to be not full yet."

"..." Xu Qiao, who had just finished a souffle, stopped.

She is really not a foodie character, but she has lived a little harder life compared to the past twenty days and over the past ten years...

Cheng Lang naturally pushed the dessert to his right and gave Su Shan a smile.

Su Shan didn't know if he had read it wrong. In this smile, there seemed to be a kind of appreciation of "You are a talented person and you will get a salary increase another day."

Xu Qiao silently ate the second serving of souffle and glanced at the left hand.

Maybe it was because Cheng Lang was empty and the two were too obvious, which made her feel embarrassed to eat alone, and asked: "Are Mr. Cheng full?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, nodded, and smiled and turned his head to look at her: "Eye-pleasing French food can still be full even if it doesn't eat it in the stomach."

“…”

——

Because of this sentence, Xu Qiao fled to the Cayenne as if she had escaped.

No, you just say the French food. You just look at me and I'm not the French food! Xu hunched in the corner of the back seat, feeling Cheng Lang's voice floating around the car, and waved his hand hard.

The driver was stunned: "Do you have mosquitoes, Miss Yu?"

"Isn't that?" Xu Qiao hugged himself, "I'm not afraid of the waves, but I'm just picking up the beautiful and delicious mouth!"

The driver was surprised: "If you can't even freeze these mosquitoes so cold, I'll clean them up later."

Xu Qiao covered her heart that was not good enough to play the drums, calming down for a moment and letting the driver set off.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the car window ringing.

She moved the window: "What's wrong?"

Lin Bai smiled: "Are you going home now? Everyone is going to the second party."

"What Mr. Cheng said?"

"No, Mr. Cheng just answered a phone call. It seems that he is busy with business and has left. Let's organize our own sings and drinks. Are you here too?"

Xu Qiao could see that these people were not very interested in French food, and eating under Cheng Lang's nose was even more uncomfortable. It was normal to have fun looking for down-to-earth.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Just the Yujinfang area."

Xu Qiao shrank slightly.

She hadn't had a drink for too long, so she wanted to have a drink, but when she heard that there were places like Yujinfang where they had met each other, she backed down.

She shook her head: "I won't go, you guys can play."

"Then you go home and have a good rest."

Xu Qiao nodded and asked the driver to drive back to the apartment, but the more he thought about it on the way, he became more and more itchy.

I wanted to make the restaurant spend wine just now, but I was discomfortable, so I saved Cheng Lang, but her addiction was aroused by sparkling wine, and it was a bit uncomfortable if I didn't drink enough.

Besides, the jet lag has not yet reversed. It’s a long night, and there is no point in satisfying her cravings.

Xu Qiao touched his purse and asked the driver to take pain: "Stop the winery in front of me and help me buy a few bottles of wine."

——

Here, Xu Qiao bought wine and went home to secretly find fun, while there, Cheng Lang changed his way to Xifu Club.

I just received a trans-ocean call from my home in the UK, saying that several old friends from Mr. Cheng had come to Beicheng and asked him to receive the reception. Because he was an elder and had the face of his grandfather, it was difficult to refuse, so he did not send Xu Qiao home in person and came here to accompany him first.

It was already late at night when the second meal ended. Cheng Lang had two consecutive social gatherings and was a little tired tonight. After getting in the car, he rubbed his eyebrows and began to close his eyes to rest, and he was too lazy to say anything.

The co-pilot Gao Rui sighed, thinking that he couldn't refuse the social event behind him, and the one in front was clearly saved.

In order to invite someone who is unwilling to date alone with me to have a meal, I invited a studio to have a dinner together. It was a great effort.

He asked, "Send you home directly?"

Cheng Lang said "yes", and after waiting for the car to drive halfway, he remembered something: "Ask Xu Qiao if he has returned home."

Gao Rui called Xu Qiao's driver and turned to report to him: "Ms. Xu didn't go to Yujinfang with everyone, so she had already gone home, but the driver said that she had bought a lot of wine on the way home."

Cheng Lang opened his eyes.

The little girl seems to like drinking when she is in a bad mood.

"Ms. Xu is now sensible and doesn't run out when drinking," said Gao Rui. "Don't worry, what can happen at home."

"It's because I'm at home, no one knows something wrong." Cheng Lang took out his cell phone and wanted to call. He remembered that the number was still on the blacklist, so he asked Gao Rui to call it.

Gao Rui called and no one answered. He had two or three games in succession, but received no response.

"Nothing really happened..." He was startled.

Cheng Lang frowned and ordered the driver: "Change in front." He took Gao Rui's cell phone and continued to dial.

In the apartment on the 16th floor ten kilometers away, the bathroom door completely isolated the vibration of the cell phone.
Chapter completed!