Chapter 75

"Don't worry about this. I'll do what I say." Ding Chen raised his eyebrows and looked confident. Since Zhao ChuChu didn't want to say it, he didn't need to ask. Anyway, he had heard it. Since Zhao ChuChu refused Lu Xingdao, it was his turn to have this good opportunity. Ding Chen thought so and put on a serious face, "Chu Chu, I took a good look at the new project you gave me yesterday, There are a few things I don't quite understand. "

"Really? Why don't you understand? " Zhao ChuChu asked. He picked up his cup and took a sip of coffee. Today's coffee tastes good, mellow and fragrant, with the taste of winter.

Ding Chen looked down at his cell phone and said, "it's time for lunch break. Why don't we go to dinner today? Talk while eating? "

Zhao ChuChu hesitated for a moment and answered, "OK, let's go."

The two went downstairs together, walked into the convenience restaurant downstairs, and sat down by the French window.

Lu Xinggui closed the pen cover, put away the folder, got up and walked out of the office. The elevator went down to the underground parking lot. Lu Xinggui drove to Zhao ChuChu's company.

After just hanging up the phone, Lu Xingdao was always worried about Zhao ChuChu. This weekend, he was busy because he had several cases to deal with. He didn't have time to call Zhao ChuChu. It's strange that Zhao ChuChu didn't take the initiative to contact him. This is not Zhao ChuChu's character.

Although it's hard to say what's wrong, Lu Xinggui always feels that Zhao ChuChu seems to have something on his mind and is deliberately avoiding him. Just now Zhao ChuChu said on the phone that he would have a meeting at noon, so Lu Xinggui wants to send food to Zhao ChuChu and see what's wrong with the little girl.

The car stopped in front of a Korean bibimbap restaurant. Lu Xingdao remembered that Zhao ChuChu liked the black pepper pork fillet bibimbap. "Boss, pack two black pepper pork fillet."

Ten minutes later, Lu Xinggui arrived downstairs of Zhao ChuChu company. It was lunchtime at the moment. There were many people on the pedestrian street downstairs. Lu Xinggui could only park his car in a temporary parking lot not far away and get off the car with a bento.

Turning right through the pedestrian street is Zhao ChuChu's company. Lu Xingdao strode across the street, but stopped at the corner. He saw Zhao ChuChu.

Zhao ChuChu sat in front of the French window. Ding Chen was sitting opposite. They didn't know what they were talking about. Zhao ChuChu smiled happily. The smile was more beautiful than the white rose in the vase beside the table, but at this moment, for Lu Xingdao, the smile was like a sharp knife in his heart.

The pain in his heart made his sword eyebrows pile up into peaks. The pain was faint in his deep eyes. Lu Xingdao didn't stop much. He turned around and left quickly along the way he came.

The Bento in his hand was thrown into the trash can next to the street. The "bang" sound was like the sigh of Bento.

Lu Xingdao got into the car and drove back. The window was rolled down. The biting cold wind blew on his face like a knife cutting his skin. Lu Xingdao let the cold wind roar and recklessly squeezed into the car.

When he arrived at the law firm, Lu Xingdao's eyes were flushed by the wind, but his anger did not abate.

Maybe it's cooling down again, and the sky begins to snow again. This winter seems to love snow and new wind. People have forgotten the temperature of the sun.

Zhao ChuChu stirred the laver soup in front of her. The soup was slightly cold from the hot to the moment, but she never had an appetite to drink it.

Just now, she seemed to see the back of the land star orbit, but the back was submerged in the flow of people. She didn't have time to see it clearly.

"Land orbit won't come here, will it?" Zhao ChuChu whispered to herself, but she was uneasy. At the moment, she began to regret that she refused Lu Xingdao's invitation at noon.

Seeing Zhao ChuChu's thoughtful appearance, Ding Chen called, "ChuChu? What are you thinking? "

Zhao ChuChu returned to his senses, reluctantly smiled, shook his head, and lightly replied, "nothing."

"Why don't you eat? Are you full? "

Zhao ChuChu has something in mind. Where is there still an appetite? "I'm full."

Looking at the food that didn't move much in front of Zhao ChuChu, Ding Chen frowned slightly, but after all, he was silent and didn't speak again.

"It's snowing again."

Zhao ChuChu looked out of the window and whispered. She suddenly remembered the snowy day when Lu Xingdao kissed her cheek. Lu Xingdao was very gentle that day. Zhao ChuChu couldn't connect Lu Xingdao with domestic violence.

"He is not such a man." Zhao ChuChu said to himself, "I seem to have been brainwashed by Zhang Rou's words. How can I generalize and deny everyone?"

Back to the office from the convenience restaurant, Zhao ChuChu didn't say a word. There were two villains fighting and arguing in her mind, which made her uneasy.

It was not easy to stay up until ten in the evening. Before leaving work, Zhao ChuChu asked Zhang Keke to go to her house for dinner. The emotions accumulated in her heart these days really pressed her out of breath. She had to let Zhang Keke enlighten her.

In the evening, the snow fell more heavily, like goose feathers. The cold wind roared wantonly, as if crying and howling. This night fell into the ice hole of the end again.

As soon as he got home and took off his coat, Zhao ChuChu heard a knock at the door. Zhang Keke's community is not too far from here. It's time to come.

After opening the door, Zhang Keke cat ran away and came in as if, "it's so cold outside. It seems that this winter will never leave." Zhang Keke rubbed his hands and complained.

The heating in the room was fully turned on. Zhao ChuChu didn't worry about Zhang Keke. While dusting off the small snowflakes on her hat, he asked, "what do you want to eat? Why don't we have dumplings today? "

"Did you make dumplings?" Zhang Keke looked forward to it.

Zhao ChuChu chuckled, "how can I have that spare time? I'm talking about frozen dumplings. "

"Alas!" Zhang Keke sighed and glanced at Zhao ChuChu, "I came to your house in the wind and snow, and you sent me away with a quick-frozen dumpling? Zhao ChuChu, you're not interesting enough. "

Zhao ChuChu shook his head helplessly. "OK, OK, I'll make you stewed noodles with tomato and beef brisket, OK?"

"That's about the same." Zhang Keke took off his coat and politely tied an apron to Zhao ChuChu. "Come on, my chef, show your skills to your heart's content."

The cold wind with snowflakes rustled against the window lattice, but the small kitchen began to sound the sonata of pots and pans, warm and warm.

Zhang Keke leaned against the door, knocked melon seeds leisurely and asked, "well, how are you getting along with the barrister recently? Is there any plot of blushing and heartbeat? Let me hear it. "

Zhang ChuChu had long been used to Zhang Keke's gossip, but he was not angry. He frowned and replied, "I would like to have a story for you, but... Alas, it's hard to say."