Song Zhaoshui glanced at him strangely. The eager eyes of the grandmother next to her were so obvious that she had to wonder if she refused to accept the basket of handmade roses, the old man would probably continue to persuade them to "reconcile".

She took the flower basket, twitched the corner of her mouth stiffly, and said to Xie Nanting, "Let's go."

With a kind smile on her face, the old grandmother happily watched the two walk away.

As soon as he left the square, Song Zhaoshui handed the flower basket to Xie Nanting.

Xie Nanting looked inexplicable, and then he had an epiphany in self-righteousness: "Okay, I'll get it for you."

Song Zhaoshui stopped and opened his mouth.

Oh no, who said to ask him to help?

She said, "I don't want this, keep it for yourself."

A few days ago, took a sip of Mr. Xie, and now can't respect him so much. Song Zhaoshui reluctantly realized that as long as a little Xie was soft-hearted and linked with Xie Nanting, she couldn't help feeling that Xie Nanting was actually a hard-hearted fool with a beautiful skin to deceive the world.

"No?" As soon as Xie Nanting took the flower basket, he regretted it instantly and tried to reason: "But, I bought it for you."

"Oh?" Song Zhaoshui is now one step ahead of him, looking back at him, "I'm not your girlfriend."

One sentence successfully blocked Xie Nanting.

She looked at the guilty conscience in Xie Nanting's eyes, how could she not guess what he was thinking. This man did not know what was going on, but he was determined to repay his gratitude.

And the "beneficiary" seems to have a bad heart with himself, trying to take the top all the time...

Song Zhaoshui remembered a joke on the Internet, saying that ancient women would repay their benefactors in different ways after being rescued. If you look good, you say that you will show your body, and if you don't look good, you will start to make grass and hold a ring, be a cow and a horse...

Her brain hurts, and it is obvious that Xie Nanting's wish is to be a cow and a horse.

Xie Nanting held the flower basket and didn't speak for a long time. The grandmother made roses very seriously and sprayed perfume. This basket of scented paper roses seemed to be heavy.

He glanced at Song Zhaoshui's expression, but unfortunately, through the mask, he couldn't tell whether people were happy or not.

The two finally chose a beef hot pot restaurant.

Song Zhaoshui glanced at Xie Nanting's flat belly. Those who dare to eat late at night are either not fat or are not afraid of fat.

When she entered the store, she regretted it. Eating hot pot with unfamiliar people is actually very uncomfortable. She guessed that Xie Nanting should have no bad habits, but she was worried that she would not be able to chat.

Chatting online can kill the sky, let alone reality?

She was afraid that Xie Nanting couldn't eat spicy food, so she ordered the mandarin duck pot. The tomato-flavored clear soup proved to be superfluous.

The light of the hot pot restaurant illuminates the human skin transparently. Originally, there were very few good skins in the world, and Xie Nanting at this moment was more like the person in the painting.

Or the one with the filter added.

Xie Nanting ate attentively, without saying a word or raising his head, and he didn't even want to chat at all.

Song Zhaoshui took a sip of ice water and asked him, "You asked me to eat with you, why don't you hide from me?"

This was said for a long time, and Xie Nanting didn't look up.

He was enjoying his meal, and after finishing the contents of the plate, he raised his head to prepare a few more slices of tender beef. Only then did he notice that Song Zhaoshui was looking at him suspiciously and asked, "What's the matter? You won't eat it?"

Only then did Song Zhaoshui realize that he didn't ignore him, but didn't hear him at all, so he repeated it again.

Xie Nanting's posture is very strange. He is holding a huge plate in his left hand and holding a long chopstick in his right hand.

Oh, just shout at the door of her room?

Song Zhaoshui pointed to his left hand: "Aren't your hands tired?"

Not to mention whether the plate is heavy or not, the beef is covered with a layer of ice, and it is held in one hand.

Xie Nanting glanced down slowly, holding his chopsticks attentively.

When he placed the beef, his expression was extremely focused. It was as if only beef was left in his world.

Very competent eater.

But Song Zhaoshui found an interesting feature in him, Xie Nanting seemed to only be able to do one thing at a time.

Ordinary people eat hot pot, and they can chat while eating. But he can't, or he can't hear what others say, or he just forgot to eat what he wanted to eat, and chatted wholeheartedly.

Song Zhaoshui suddenly had the idea of ​​a prank in his heart. She asked, "Have you tried watching videos while eating?"

She has lived alone for a long time, and has developed the habit of watching videos to eat. If you don't find a suitable meal video for dinner one day, it is estimated that it will not be delicious.

Xie Nanting nodded honestly and shook his head again: "I tried, but I don't like that, it's too much time-consuming."

"Why?" Song Zhaoshui picked up the boiled beef with chopsticks and asked without looking up.

Xie Nanting sat upright, unaware of his savior's sinister intentions, and explained earnestly, "It would take half an hour to watch the video for lunch that could have been solved in half an hour."

Song Zhaoshui casually talked about a few topics and led Xie Nanting to chat. To be honest, she admired Xie Nanting a little.

The waiters have come in to add soup once, but he hasn't found it yet.

In the end, she couldn't help herself: "Have you eaten yet?"

Ok? Of course not, Xie Nanting watched her raise her head and smiled happily: "Don't look at it, I want to eat it all by myself."

"Then I can order more..."

"Stop talking," Song Zhaoshui smirked and stopped him, "Concentrate on eating, please."

Let him go on, it is estimated that when she really eats everything, he will not realize what is wrong.

Song Zhaoshui was full and put down his chopsticks. There were a few pieces of meat floating in the pot, and it would get old if it was cooked, so she fished it out and put it in the small bowl that Xie Nanting had in hand.

Xie Nanting looked inexplicably well-behaved when he was eating, his cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were still looking at his food seriously.

Song Zhaoshui soon got the pleasure of feeding. She boiled the raw ingredients in a pot, and when it was cooked, she gave it to Xie Nanting.

Xie Nanting turned to put down his chopsticks and said to her, "You don't need to help, I'll do it myself."

"Don't talk." Song Zhaoshui handed him a piece of lettuce, "Eat it and get rid of it."

Xie Nanting simply stopped talking and buried himself in hard work. Song Zhaoshui was shocked by his bottomless stomach, stopped him and said, "It's late, take it easy."

Xie Nanting hadn't finished eating, but he could hear it clearly this time, and chewed slowly with his cheeks puffed up: "Don't worry, I won't vomit."

Song Zhaoshui thought two words: Mom!

She put her here to worry about others, who still remembered her embarrassing incident and wanted to ridicule her.

She crossed her chest with her arms, leaned back, and said expressionlessly, "Oh."

As slow as Xie Nanting, he also knew that he should not expose his shortcomings. He looked at Song Zhaoshui awkwardly and put down his chopsticks: "I'm done eating, let's go."

After leaving the hot pot restaurant, I passed by a fast food restaurant. A billboard was erected outside the fast food restaurant, advertising its new flavor of ice cream, with the words "Second one half price" written on it.

"Do you want to eat ice cream?" Xie Nanting suddenly stopped. With a flower basket on his arm, ignoring the roses in the basket, he looked like he was going to the market to buy vegetables.

Song Zhaoshui shook his head: "I don't want to."

After eating hot pot and eating ice cream, when her stomach is made of iron?

She refused at this moment quite readily, and Xie Nanting just said "oh" in disappointment, and without saying anything, went back to the hotel with her.

But after lying down, Song Zhaoshui tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Xie Nanting's last look at her eyes flashed like a movie in his mind, with a little hope and a little grievance.

A person so tall, with just one look, makes people feel that he is a poor little man in the corner.

Song Zhaoshui clicked his tongue, took out his phone from under the pillow and checked the time: two thirty-five.

Poor guy!

She blamed Xie Nanting for the irritability caused by insomnia.

It was definitely intentional, an old man who is almost thirty years old, what is he pretending to be pitiful for? Haven't eaten ice cream? Did she stop him from buying it?

...

The old man in a room not far away was sound asleep. There was a flower basket by his bedside, and the light fragrance of the paper roses emanated faintly.

The old man had a dream.

In the dream, he held a paper rose in one hand and an ice cream in the other, and said to Song Zhaoshui, "Benevolent benefactor, which one do you like?"

In the dream, he had a flattering smile on his face, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

Song Zhaoshui sat in the boss chair, with his feet on the table, with a condescending smile on his face, he hooked his fingers: "Come here."

He approached and handed everything in his hands.

Song Zhaoshui didn't even look at it, stretched out his hand and brushed it away, and raised his chin again: "You know what I want."

With a hook in her eyes, she looked down an inch and hooked a button off. Looking down another inch, hooked another button...

Song Zhaoshui became Song Panda the next day. When he arrived on the set, he couldn't open his eyes, as if he was stuck with glue.

She took the bitter black coffee and poured it one by one, and she turned her eyes to Xie Nanting passing by, and put down the cup to say hello.

However, who can tell her what kind of ghost eyes Xie Nanting is?

He glanced at her faintly, then turned his head.

Not so much, right?

The resentment that you didn't eat ice cream last night still remains to this day?

Song Zhaoshui poured the remaining bitter coffee and looked down at the script. But I couldn't bear to watch it, I still couldn't help thinking, is it her fault? She just said she didn't want to eat ice cream.

This old man is really hard to guess.