Chapter 251

When Xiang Chaojue arrived at the restaurant, Song Wen was already waiting there. She sat by the window and her eyes fell on the lights outside the window. The corners of her mouth rose and her delicate face was bright and moving.

Xiang Chaojue stood at the door and looked at her. He was still thinking about Gu luanqing. If it was Gu luanqing, he would be more moved than Song Wen.

Unfortunately, it's meaningless to say that now.

Maybe his eyes are too hot, Song Wen also noticed, she was surprised and happy, stood up, showed a gentle smile to him, "you finally come, I'm still a little worried that you will suddenly change your mind, or just cheat me."

It's hard to imagine that she was so confident that she would be willing to lower herself, even to such a humble level, because of Xiang Chaojue.

Even if she did so, Xiang Chaojue was still indifferent. He walked towards her with a stiff face.

This is a high-class restaurant in the city, which is open until six o'clock in the morning. It's already three o'clock in the morning. There are still many guests in the restaurant, including Xiang Chaojue and Song Wen.

As soon as Xiang Chaojue sat down, Song Wen immediately called the waiter and chatted with Xiang Chaojue intermittently. "I told you that I wanted to come to this restaurant for a long time, but there was no one to accompany me. Just when you said you wanted to eat, I immediately thought of it."

"So it doesn't bother you?" Xiang Chaojue's attitude is still lukewarm. He used to be like this, and Song Wen was not surprised. She insisted on carrying on the topic regardless of embarrassment. Song Wen shakes her head with a smile, and reaches out her hand to put the broken hair behind her ears. "Of course not. I'm very happy that you came to me. I thought we would never be able to do it in the future."

"That's what I thought." Xiang Chaojue mercilessly broke a basin of cold water for her.

"You said it was the original. It's a relief."

Originally, he intended to cut off contact with everything in the past for Gu luanqing, but now it seems that it is just his impulse.

How could he cut off from the past.

His blood is flowing to his home. The scarlet blood is flowing in his body, agitating him to revenge and hatred, which will set off a bloodbath at any time.

He closed his eyes to Chao Jue, trying to calm her restless heart, but Song Wen mistakenly thought that she had said something wrong, and quickly changed her words, "don't say anything about it. You don't look so spiritless. You haven't eaten yet. Let's have a quick meal. I see the recommendation on the Internet. These are good."

She said, pushing the menu to him, pointing to the delicacy and delicious food picture on it, and glancing at Chao Jue, "that's all you said."

In fact, he is not in the mood to eat at all. No matter how good the food is, he will not want to eat it.

"Well, the waiter is too slow. He hasn't come yet." Song Wen's caustic nature has not changed. She is only gentle to Xiang Chaojue, and other things are just floating clouds to her.

As soon as the waiter came, Song Wen raised her glass and splashed the waiter's face. Before the other party asked, Song Wen hummed coldly, "you don't know what you did wrong."

"Yes..." the waiter wiped the water on his face and was about to cry.

"I've asked you to come here many times, but you're so slow that I haven't ordered anything. It's unforgivable." Song Wen began to make trouble out of nothing again. Xiang Chaojue had seen this kind of drama for countless times when he was in contact with her.

That's why he hates this woman and has no upbringing.

Although Xiang Chaojue didn't like it, he didn't intend to intervene. He calmly looked at Song Wen, who was ferocious and accused the young waiter, "where's your manager? Call him to help me order. I'll ask him to fire you, so that you won't affect our dining mood."

"Are you going to fire me like this?" The other side was deeply shocked.

Song Wen cold hum, "this is not enough?"

He couldn't go down to Chaojue. He caught Song Wen's hand in time and said, "forget it. I have to forgive people. If I go down, I don't have to go back tonight."

Originally, Song Wen's temper can be said to be the type that the more she obstructs her, the more horizontal she becomes. However, when she says to Chao Jue, it's different. She immediately becomes tame and nods, "what you say is reasonable. I'll let her place the order." And then he smiles back at Chao Jue.

However, turning to the waiter is not the same, Song Wen suddenly cold face, "don't hurry to help me order, this time I can not care with you, don't do stupid things."

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

A farce is finally over. While waiting for dinner, Song Wen tries to chat with him as actively as possible.

Knowing that Xiang Chaojue didn't like her to ask about her work, she picked up some unimportant topics to talk about, like praising his taste in clothes.

Xiang Chaojue thought that Gu luanqing had set up these collocations for him before, but he didn't think it was too troublesome to follow the book.

Gu luanqing always has unusual talent in this respect, and sometimes he is enviable.

He thought of Gu luanqing, the corner of his mouth could not help rising, the next second Song Wen's puzzled voice disturbed his thoughts, "what are you laughing at? Is there anything funny?"

Song Wen said this, of course, not to blame him, but she always felt that he had been absent-minded, as if he was not listening to her.

Looking back to Chao Jue, he shook his head, "nothing, just thinking of some boring things."

"I see." Song Wen knew he couldn't say it, so she didn't ask much.

The atmosphere cooled down again. During the silence, Song Wen suddenly remembered that she had not sent the gift she had prepared, and this was another opportunity to express herself in front of him.

She took out a wine red velvet gift box from her bag and handed it to Xiang Chaojue. "This is a gift I always want to give you. I hope you will like it."

"There is no special festival, why send me?" Xiang Chaojue didn't show surprise, but he was still puzzled. He was on guard against any inexplicable kindness.

Song Wen laughs, "I don't need any festival to give you a gift. If you want to, you can give it."

Since she said so, Xiang Chaojue did not delay any longer. He took the gift box and opened it to see that Song Wen had given a Patek Philippe watch.

If he remembers correctly, this style is worth more than 8 million yuan, and it can't be bought with money.

Song Wen saw that he seemed to be slightly surprised by the gift. She felt proud and grinned. Her star eyes were shining in the light. "You can see the value of it, too. This is my father's 18-year-old adult gift. He chose this one because I asked for a man's watch. Now I'll give it to you."

Since she met Xiang Chaojue at the age of 18, she had made up her mind to entrust her whole life to such a cold and warm man.

Even now that nine years have passed, her determination has not changed.

She loved Chao Jue so much that she didn't mind sharing everything with him.

Xiang Chaojue didn't think so. He pushed the gift box back. "I'll take it. You can take it back. Since it's so important, you should take good care of it yourself."

"But --" Song Wen didn't want to. She decided to take the watch just to give it to him.

Xiang Chaojue's attitude is firm, "I've been busy and tired recently. I hope you don't add pressure to me. If you think you need to rely on these things to make me agree with you, you don't have to do so."

"What can I do to make you look at me more?" Song Wen clenched her teeth, and her red lips were not reconciled.

She always wanted him, but often she didn't want him.

He raised his eyes to Chao Jue. "I'm looking at you now, aren't I? But if you want to ask for more, I don't

Although his words are merciless, they have left room for her. Song Wen heard the different meaning from the usual decision, he seems willing to try to accept her.

Is this an illusion?

Or did her efforts over the years finally work?

Whatever it is, Song Wen will not let it go. At this moment, she will firmly grasp every opportunity to get along with Xiang Chaojue. Even if he wants to turn away from others, she will not stop.

Because over the years, she was so

For a moment, Song Wen's nose was sour. She raised her mouth and her face was stained with tears. She looked at him with tender eyes. "I really, really like you."

He raised his eyes to Chao Jue and glanced at her. He was cold and affectionate. "I know."

But just these three words are hard won for Song Wen. She immediately wiped her tears and nodded, "you can understand."

At the time of the conversation, the dish was also served. It was a beautiful first dish. The waiter said with a little apology, "I'm sorry, our chef made some mistakes. You two need to serve the main dish later."

Although Xiang Chaojue was not happy with this kind of thing, he would not blush because of it. He nodded, "I know. In a word, you can do it as soon as possible."

At this time, Song Wen would make a big scene. She would never give up if she didn't force the chef to leave the restaurant. But now the situation is always different. She appreciates that the chef has time to show her smile to a stranger. "I understand. You let him not worry."

"All right." The waiter left stiffly with a flattered look.

Xiang Chaojue is enjoying the delicacy while thinking about how he can taste like a fish. Song Wen is very excited, and her mouth is always smiling.

Why should others be so happy that they have to endure such inexplicable irritability and uneasiness?

Xiang Chaojue felt angry for no reason. He put down his fork and looked at Song Wen, who ate carefully. He asked coldly, "are you so happy?"

Song Wen blinked. How can she answer that she won't make him angry?

"Of course, happy..." Song Wen is still so careful, reply with hesitation, just afraid of accidentally stepping on his land mine.

She really likes him.

This makes Xiang Chaojue feel more agitated.

If only he could destroy his impression in her mind, so that no one around him could be happier than him.

He frowned, disgusted at his ideas.