When Song Qingchun rushed to "Jinling", it was already 8:10.

The seat was reserved by Su Zhinian's secretary, and she was texted in the morning and told the room number.

Song Qingchun didn't come to "Jinling" for three months. As soon as she stepped into the lobby, she almost thought she had come to the wrong place.

"Jinling" has been renovated. It used to be magnificent, but it is now luxurious.

Song Qingchun reported the room number at the front desk, and the waiter led her politely to the second floor.

The name of the room Su Zhinian ordered was particularly elegant, and it was called "Peony Pavilion." It seemed to emphasize the name. Two pots of real peonies were also placed at the door. In the winter, it can be opened so charmingly, "Jinling" really spent a lot of blood.

The waiter brought Song Qingchun to the door and left. Song Qingnian pushed the door in. Su Zhinian was wearing a white shirt and was sitting on a carved wooden chair with a special gesture. He was answering the phone.

Song Qingchun closed the door and looked around the room before walking to the table.

The heat in the room was a little heavy, and every minute when Song Qingchun came in, there was a thin layer of sweat on her head. She took off her coat and moved away from the solid wood chair opposite Su Zhinian, and sat down.

Su Zhinian has been around for a while, and the tea on the table has no more heat.

When she sat down, he turned his head, glanced at her, and then continued to talk on the phone, all with a bunch of commercial words in his mouth.

Song Menghua actually wanted her to study business management when she was in college, and then entered the Song company after graduation to help Song Cheng. Fortunately, she was really not interested in those things. When she heard what percentage and what profit, her head became a little big.

Fortunately, although Su Zhinian's voice was cold, the sound quality was pleasant, but the listener felt comfortable.

Song Qingchun listened quietly and obediently for a while, then looked sideways out the window.

The lights in the room were too bright, and the windows became mirrors. From the window, Song Qingchun could see Su Zhinian's expression clearly.

The eyebrows are fine, the nose is straight, the hair is short and capable of being cut, and all of the hair is waxed up to reveal the thick and full forehead. The yellow light in the room has a soft effect and hits him, making him look like he has passed A painting retouched later.

Fortunately, he didn’t enter the entertainment circle, otherwise the popular fresh meat would probably be crying and fainting in the toilet... Su Songnian suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and knocked on the table in front of her when he was thinking about Song Qing. .

Song Qingchun hurried back to his mind, watching Du Suzhinian pushing the menu with one hand in front of her, and then tapping on it again, beckoning her to see what to eat first, and then taking away her sight, continuing to answer the phone, when she was It's an airman.

Originally, about 7 o'clock, the meal was pushed to 8 o'clock. Song Qingchun was really hungry. She opened the menu and instinctively went to find her favorite food. Then when she saw the price, she almost burst out of her mouth. A swear word.

If you don't bring this kind of fun, you can decorate it. Why do you have to raise the price of vegetables by 30%?

Song Qingchun secretly touched his wallet, and then slowly closed the menu.

She decided not to order, Su Zhinian ordered anything, she ate what she ordered. There were fewer dishes than two people, right? How much can be saved...